The Worker

A Russian in Moscow was working his ass off in the factory. He had been working his ass off because his bills were tight and always prayed for a miracle. He always hoped one day that he would get rich and save his dying son. His son, who always got beaten for having a facial disability always got ridiculed and beaten. He always saw his son beaten but always still determined to do his schoolwork. Thats why he named him Valentin. Which meant strong vigorous. And every day he embraced his son.

But he came with a disease where he lost his memory, he even forgot his name, so he asked his son to call him dad. His family members died when he was 21 and due to his depression and being under stress, he forgot them. He forgot what his mom or any family member looked like. It was like he was living in an urban hellscape that he couldn't escape from no matter how much he did. He would always pray and pray for a miracle, but it never came.

He bowed down until his back started to crack, until he couldn't no more. Then he gave up knowing that he would never be able to escape the hell that he was born and will die in. While the rich laugh with their money, he will suffer a slow and painful death, what a year to be born in 1943. Where constant cold beat on him and his poor, poor son. His son was the only thing he had left, the only thing giving him comfort.

He was the only reason that he hadn't killed himself. Poor Valentin would be alone and scared too. So, he had no choice but to continue living and protect his son like he was his life. One day, as he was working in the dirty factory making toys and glass under AUND. (Annual united national defense) It would give stuff yearly to united defense. And the workers were forced to do insane amount of labor with the pay of a little kid. But he had no choice but to work.

Without it, he would lose everything and then eventually his son too. He was a slave to the company that hid itself as a friendly company with healthy working conditions. And he saw propaganda advertisements for it, but he knew it was all lies. He had taught people how to work there and they all looked worn down and miserable. And some even died or took their own life in the process. He got beaten for failing to make sure they don't kill themselves or die.

The beating was always painful as it was an iron sticked laced with diamond spikes. It was called the luxury wand, it was named that, so the newcomers thought they were being rewarded but were being punished. (Use this to imagine how much of a hell his life is like!!!) As he finished his job he walked out sighing. He looked for his only friend, Elijah. He was a colorful 19-year-old with blue hair and white skin.

He was an American. He was a spy that disguised himself as an innocent boy to spy on the place. He didn't snitch on him knowing it was his only hope on living a good life. He had a rainbow outfit with arrows going from the top back of his jacket to the top front. And the arrows were red and were mirrored. "Hey Elijah, got any new info today?" He tried to stay positive. "Yeah, anyways the owner of Creekwood park decided to give the middle part of the land to me. Which I give to you.

The middle part had a tree in the mirror with benches on each side in a circular manner. To even own a tree was a flex "Oh Lord thank you." he said then running to it. As he looked around, he then felt the ground shake. There were luckily some shovels, so he used it to dig the place where it came from. Then he found a place in the INFTL. It seemed like a parking lot mixed with a carnival funhouse.

He didn't know what INFTL was, so he freaked out. Then Elijah pulled a gun on him. "You found a direct transportation to INFTL by hole. A place with combined rooms leading to universes, galaxies and alternate realities. But I can't trust you to keep this a secret." So, he shot him in the leg, and he fell down the hole with a trial of blood. Then Elijah cleaned it up and converd the hole and left.