1 000 - Prologue: Truck-Kun's Gift

'Ugh..'

'What is this sensation?'

Darkness... Pure darkness as far as the eyes can see.

Floating amid this darkness existed a speck of light, a flame. Alone. Weak.

So frail, this flame, that any ordinary breeze would wipe its existence from this plane.

'Where... where am I?'

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What appeared to be aeons had passed since this flame came to existence, enough time for the flame to completely regain its consciousness, or... had any time truly passed?

'What is this.'

'Are you fucking kidding me!'

Tyson, a young teenager only at the age of 18 had died.

The last thing he remembered was the jarring torrent of wind as his body flew across the street after embracing the sweet gift of Truck-kun.

Another victim of his schemes had appeared.

'I died...'

Thousands of thoughts raced in his mind all at once: his little sister, his group of three, but precious friends, his parents, his house, the orchard near his house, the smell of grass after rain, the car rides he had as a child, the view of the sky in the evening, the far too memorable roads, the old gas station near his school, the park where he and his friends sat at night... Everything...

'Ahhh! I just saved up for my car..."

'M..my Toyota Supra...'

'Hick... my family...'

The image of his family resurfaced in his mind. His sister Jane, his father and his mother.

'Sigh... I guess this is really over..'

The flame slowly dwindled, appearing weaker as seconds passed.

Suddenly, the roaring sound of an engine filled his consciousness.

Boundless light erupted from the flame, basking this once pure darkness with everlasting light.

"What..?"

A weak voice resounded in the light.

"What the fuck is happening!"