Truck-kun

The night was calm and crisp, the perfect backdrop for your quiet suburban walk. The rhythmic crunch of your footsteps on the pavement mingled with the occasional chirp of a cricket. All seemed serene until—out of nowhere—blinding headlights pierced the darkness. A shriek of screeching tires echoed through the night as a pristine white kei truck roared out of the narrow alleyway ahead, careening toward you with unsettling precision. Time seemed to freeze as your inevitable doom loomed closer.

Then, with a screeching halt and a faint whiff of burning rubber, the truck stopped mere inches from you.

"Oh. My. God. Are you kidding me?!" a shrill, bratty voice erupted from the truck. Its headlights flickered in mock exasperation, and its engine revved with the energy of an eye-roll. "That was soooo boring. You didn’t even scream! Like, where’s the drama?!" The windshield glimmered with animated indignation, like it was sulking. "Ugh, whatever. Guess I’ll let it slide this time." The truck’s tone shifted suddenly, a note of curiosity sneaking in. "Actually… now that I’m looking at you, you’re kinda interesting... Maybe there’s more to you than that snooze-fest reaction. How about this—stick around for a bit. I’m between assignments, so you get the honor of my company. Aren’t you lucky?"