I'm waking up to ash and dust

I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals

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Digital piece of the The Car Factory and young Mytyo after his escape. 

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(Warning, dark themes) 

It was always dark in The Car Factory. The building lacked windows, and he had only seen outside just once before when he was roughly fourteen. That had been the first time he had been caught, and the first time he had been sent to the incinerator for misbehaving. The only light was a dull green one that seemed to give the thick musty air a solid form, and he breathed that in and out. It was like breathing soup instead of air, the anxiety flaring in his chest and nerves only seemed to make his lungs feel even heavier. He was about to go against the rules, and even if he was in his own bedroom just thinking about it, not even off his half ripped mattress, he felt unsafe. 

Eyes were always watching, and the king knew everything that happened here.

Mytyo had to remind himself that he was invisible at the moment, hidden away by that thing the shadow down in the cellars gave him. The shadow that had called him son, though his mother had informed him that his father had died several years ago, a fact she had seen fit to quite literally jam into his skull. What he had been given didn't seem to be anything more then a small black marble sized object, currently rested under his tongue. That was how most of the animals hid what they wanted to take back to their cages, so you could keep your hands up and behind your head when you did get let out. Mytyo never was, he had to sneak out if he wanted out and his mother was a beast that never left her worn down spot. Being drunk every moment of the cycle though, she probably wouldn't be able to even make it to the workshop before she passed out. 

Mytyo was about to sneak out again, he was getting close to mapping the rest of the factory's massive duct system, a maze of pipes that had so many factors to them that made them near impossible. Sometimes some were directing heat from the incinerator to outside, others were blocked by plates of steel and became mini boxes that could keep you there for days. Sometimes they filled with poisonous gas that Mytyo knew was produced by a part of The Car Factory that he rather not end up in. If he got caught he would just go to one of their punishment places, wether it be the incinerator or the cellars, but if he was killed, he's end up in that place, and he did not want to die, not here. He wanted to see the outside again, just once more if that was all he got.

Slowly he peered out of his bedroom at the end of the hall to see if the coast was clear. It wasn't time yet, he still had fifteen minutes before the shift, where he'd crawl into the hole that took him five years to dig, mainly because he had to get rid of the excess somehow without it being noticeable, and that somehow ended up being flushing it down the toilet pebbles by pebbles. Needless to say, his little secret had been a stretch. Slowly he crept out into the hallway and down it, it was exactly thirteen long steps as always, and he turned to look at his mother. She laid sprawled out on the couch, empty bottles stood around her like tiny hollow guards. Her messy red hair lay in heaps and piles around her, covering the eye she still had and leaving the hole in her head open so that it swallowed any remaining light and any last little bit of Mytyo's aspiration. He thought she was asleep, she hadn't moved when he crept in front of her, but the moment his hand touched the door to feel for vibrations on the other side (the guards just loved to burst in from time to time just waiting to catch you doing something bad) he was grabbed by his unruly navy hair and yanked close.

"What do you think you're doing you filthy little monster?" Mytyo was instantly frozen in fear upon seeing his mother's horrifying face. A hole where her other bright purple eye had once been, her jaw was wrenched to one side in such a way that half her teeth stuck out at the bottom and drool poured down from her swollen lips. Her cheek had a nasty white bulge of a scratch across it, where his small but razor like nails had sliced at her just once, just once he had fought back and he learnt the hard way never to do anything like that ever again. He could only choke out a flood of sobs and pleading.

"I-I'm sorry for waking you I didn't mean to I wasn't going to leave please I'm sorry!" He cried, trying to pull away, but she didn't hear him over her own screaming as she did what she always did whenever she caught him. She told him that this was all his fault that she was stuck here, all his fault that it was horrible, asked if he knew how much trouble she got in whenever he escaped and told him to stop being so selfish for once. Whenever her temper reached it's boiling point, she'd pin him to the ground under her foot and reach for the nearest glass bottle. 

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Fifty four... fifty three... fifty two... fifty one... 

The pain was trying to drag him down against the floor, the ooze of crimson blood bubbling at his lips made every spot it  touched feel frozen. Mytyo's throat felt sore from the crying, and from accidentally swallowing the marble. At least they really couldn't take it from him now, could they? Slowly his sense of touch registered the unevenness of his burnt palms, helped him stay focused and awake. He couldn't fall back into the pits of his thoughts right now, he wasn't allowed to false escape right now, he had to keep counting. There was just three minutes left until the shift, and if he fell asleep now it would be eighteen hours until the next one. Mytyo had to continue his map, he was so close he was certain, the maze known as The Car Factory was so close to being escaped, and he could leave! Mytyo wasn't sure if there was even anything outside the walls... but surely, surely the entire world couldn't just be this.

Forty nine... forty eight... forty seven... forty six...