Ketchup, Defiance and Depression

This was initially a writing prompt that I was asked to write comparing depression with ketchup.

Intrigued by the challenge I spent an hour or two hammering away at something. The result is a story about a young kitchen worker who was overpromised work, duties and comradery. The ketchup stands in contrast of that, both of them in sharp, exterior appearances while being an amalgamation internally.

What is the thoughts of the boy? Will he obtain his freedom? How will he deal with his crippling loneliness, the thanklessness of the job. Read to find out!