Never Ending Nightmare (Sunsinger!Male reader)

Chapter 1 - The Child

(Pale City, Overview -12 years old)

A boy awoke in an unfamiliar setting, 'Is...Is this an old factory?' The boy thought to himself. 'Why did I sleep here? Did I pick to sleep here or was I just that tired?' The machinery had cobwebs and rust covering them, They got up and fixed their clothes, which consisted of ripped loose fitting black pants and a basic oversized (f/c) shirt before peeking over a piece of machinery, running a finger over a conveyor belt and as their suspicions were confirmed as a plethora of dust followed his finger. He looked around for an exit, or at least one that was open and safe. Avoiding anything that'd be looking for a nighttime snack.

His stomach growled and grumbled, 'When was the last I ate something?' He covered his stomach to muffle the noise. It's best to get on the move before something stumbles in here and they end up more exhausted then they already were.

He climbed atop the conveyor belt to elevate himself off the ground, and onto the top of a nearby partially finished linen press. They surveyed the area, noticing several televisions flick on, broadcasting its signal and luring the unattended viewers towards it.

'I've learned to stay away from the televisions, else I'll likely become one of those things myself. And I have no plans to become a weird faced creature anytime soon.' He spotted an open window as rain made its way through it and onto the floor of the facility.

Now the question is, will they get across this place without making a sound? Only one way to find out...

They dropped down from the linen press, using the drawers as steps. Falling to the ground, He surveyed a path towards the window, an opening under a conveyor belt stuck out to me the most.

The boy made his way around the abandoned and termite ridden wood cabinets as he kept an eye out for viewers, it's like the broadcasts on the tvs have sapped their will, now using them as catalysts of the tower's corrupting signal before consumption. 'There is a man supposedly on a search for kids. Just fairy tales of course but he takes kids to a place called the Maw, maybe I could find him? Or even better, he'd find me and be free from this city of dread and nightmares. How much worse can the Maw be than the Pale City?'

How little you know. Sweet, sweet naive child.

'However I have no time to think about that, first is getting out of here. And that window might just do the trick.'

He looked for a way to reach the window as it was quite high up. If they have cardboard boxes that would be quite useful, They crouched under the conveyor belt and emerged on the opposing side. Hearing an audible grunt aside me, quickly turning and facing a viewer as it followed his movements with its distorted face. The boy quickly turned around and ran in the opposite direction as it crawled towards him with alarming speed. There's a small vent behind it, big enough for him but too small for its body. If he's not fast enough then it'll be able to send it's awful noises his way.

Thinking quickly as it approached, he took a sharp turn into a room, possibly an office and closed the door. It took a lot of his strength just to close the door but It'll always be better than getting brain blasted with distortion waves.

'Change of plans then. Not going out that way.' He thought to himself while looking around the room.

A television sat atop a desk, a viewer sitting on the chair, unmoving, an occasional twitch was the only movement they made. A reminder to him, don't become like them. An unmoving husk wasting away. The boy moved around it and surveyed the room, another window. Paper thin glass so it can be easily broken. It was unopened, of course. He'll need to open it, or break the glass. Perhaps that coffee mug on the desk next to the tv? It'd be very risky but it's an option.