: Just A Tiny Little Nap

A loud crunch made Kusana jolt up from his position. Rising off of his hand, he quickly scanned the area. His elbow had slid onto a button that started making the trash inside the dump start being compacted while he was asleep.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Kusana hit the button again and the trash stopped compressing. He exhaled a sigh of relief and looked back around the desolate area he called work. Most of the area consisted of garbage piled extremely high.

The job he had recieved was shady and possibly dangerous, so he didn't even know if it was legal. A mysterious, never-seen-before company had come into his small city that had yet to be "futurized" and offered only men at the ripe age of 18 jobs.

Kusana came freshly out of high school with average grades, but was in desperate need of a job since his recently deceased parent's inheritance was quickly depleting. Coincidentally, there had been a company with weird offers going around.

People who applied to the job had to move out to the big city, but the company paid for everything. Living expenses, travel fees, medical insurance, and they were still paid a hefty amount. It would make sense if it was some high-up job that required levels upon levels of skill, but this was quite the opposite.

All Kusana had to do was to wait for the trash trucks to pick up the trash in the nearby area, dump it into his pit, then all he had to do was press two buttons. One to begin compressing the trash, and the other to open up the floor to send the trash away.

Anyone with any expertise could perform the job. Kusana was told to never ask question, but he had a lot. Where did this corporation get all of the money to pay the workers? Where did the trash go once it was sent away? Alas, Kusana wouldn't voice these thoughts at the risk of being replaced.

The job was very boring. For 10 hours of his day, he would sit(standing was also an option) and press the button every 10 minutes or so. No phones or gadgets were allowed in the facility, so he had no way of entertaining himself. All they allowed him was one book, but he was a fast reader and had nothing to do for the last couple of hours.

Often, Kusana found himself working out inside the cell-like room. There weren't many exercises he could do other than the basic pushups, situps, squats and stretches, but he made sure he was always in top shape. All of his coworkers gained weight since they supplied food and drink on the job.

Once again, Kusana pressed the button to compress the trash and then sent it away. He continued reading a very old book, with unfamiliar themes and topics to him. Kusana couldn't bother to read the name of the book, but it was apparently a classic almost 200 years ago, something like To Shoot A Bird.

Kusana checked the clock and noticed it was time for his break.

-----line break, since webnovel doesn't do them-----

"How much longer until your subject has "The Dream?"" A dark figure inside of a room spoke to a bored-looking guy with black hair and pale skin on a screen. After the question was asked, it seemingly gained the man's attention.

"Just about-" The man checked his watch, a cruel smile blooming on his face. "-Five minutes. Hey, are you sure this shit's okay? Last time we had a subject viable for transmigration, they almost escaped."

"Yes… I am very sure about this one. Just wait and watch for the time being. You'll see, he'll be great for the media."

-----heh-----

Kusana had a simple turkey and cheese sandwich in his hand while he took a stroll through the garbage dump. Not all too smart of him to eat while various undiscovered petri dishes laid in every puddle, but Kusana was used to it.

He watched the sun set on top of a car with missing wheels, windows, and doors. His break was over in 20 minutes so he decided to relax outside while he could. Suddenly, a nice odor filled his nostrils. he sharply inhaled but quickly regretted his mistake.

'Fuck, I shouldn't have done that… I have no idea what that smell was. I better skedaddle before I die from poison or something.' Kusana rose from his spot and quickly made his way down the giant heap of trash. He began smelling the odor stronger, but it just made him go faster.

Kusana suddenly tripped on a trash bag hung around a pipe of some sort. He went flying down the pile, feeling every crack and crunch of his bones each time he hit the trash. It seemed like an eternity that he was falling, but was only around twenty seconds.

Kusana finally landed on the dirty ground, but found he could barely move a muscle. His vision was extremely blurry and he could only see out of one eye. Kusana felt a tingling warmth trickling out of various places in his body.

'I don't feel anything… Except this liquid… It feels like a warm bath.' Kusana quickly took back his words when the warm liquid suddenly turned cold, then lukewarm. His hand slowly rose to his neck and he attempted at taking off his shirt.

'It's so hot… I want to take off my clothes… But I can't… Why?' Kusana felt his consciousness fading, but a bright light invaded his vision. He reached out and started running towards it, but tripped in the process. He started to fall into wherever the endless void took him.

"Maybe just a little nap won't hurt…"

(Kusana won't remember his death because of the shock of it. Also, since this is the prologue it is a couple hundred words shorter than normal chapters would be.)