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Prologue

For him it was just another day, another damn day he had to wake up. The constant internal struggle he faced just to get out of bed would drive most mad within days, but he had learned to cope somehow, probably the years of doing it. For as long as he could remember the creeping darkness of depression had been in the back of his mind, always waiting and watching for him to make and attempt at happiness so it could come down and cover it inside a dark, endless void of color or light to remind him that no matter how hard he worked or tried, it would be there, always waiting, watching, planning, letting him know that it would win one day, some day, soon.

He dragged himself toward his closet to find something that looked half-way decent, he did not find it. He found a pair of pants the he had washed three times but still had grease and faintly smelled of hydraulic oil from the many times he had climbed inside the machines at work. The shirt he decided on was worse, originally white it had faded into a dull grey and black from grease, on the front it read "PPC: AMERICAS MOLDER" he faintly chuckled when he read it then sighed, at least his socks were clean. He checked his phone for the time "Ten thirty" he said to himself, that gave him and hour till midnight when he had to be to work, Third shift had not been a shift he had wanted, he liked second so he could wake up and leave when no one was at his home and get home when they were asleep, effectively stopping any social interaction with his family and thats just how he wanted it.

Now he had to see them both when he woke up and when he got home, that made him recoil just at the thought. He loved his dad and he was on good terms with both his step sister and mother but he hated that feeling of just knowing they did not want him there, all of them. Again he sighed and pushed the thought out of his head as he headed for the bathroom, across the house, he was sure his dad had gave him that bathroom so he had to walk through the living room so he could force a conversation on him. Just as that thought crossed his mind "Hey Hunter!" A voice called out. No, no please "Hello? Hunter." Im not here "Son!" Fuck. "Yeah dad." he said back in his normal melancholy voice "Its rude to not answer someone when they call your name." His dad said while shooting him a squinted look, he assumed trying to get some sort of laugh "Sorry just caught up in work is all." And just like that he walked off, no other words, to him they were not needed, short and to the point is how he always answered. No more than needed. Hell of a life motto he thought.

He took a second to look himself over in the mirror, his black fur had become matted the night before from the oil and grease from the night before. His green eyes where a gift from his mother, they were almost unheard of for a fox to have, he rubbed the corner of his left ear where the point had been taken off when he was a child, his stomach had visible muscles, if only from the work he did, just about the only thing he did at home was sleep. He sighed and stepped in the shower, the warm water was comforting, if only for a short time. He only took enough time to fix his fur and get decently clean before getting out, the soft towel was welcome as well after that it was the normal routine of brush teeth, spray on deodorant, walk out door, forget hat, go back in for hat, forgot smokes, go back in for smokes. And by the time that was done it was Eleven so just in time to drive to work. He sat in his car for a moment to think, "Somethings just stay the same dont they" He said out-loud to himself. Then he chuckled slightly at that thought. A small dose of happiness before he left was welcome. He would need it to get through the night.