Prolouge/chapter 1: Fuck you truck-kun

A/N: This chapter may have disturbing content for young readers (cursing, non-gory death)

Excitement and nervousness bubbled up in my stomach as I saw the giant skyscraper before me. Capital letters neatly spelled EAYF in a dark gold. Today was the day I was going to shadow an employee of 'EAYF', a mobile app, website, and device manufacturing company. Joining the company has been my dream job ever since it existed (okay… well ever since I knew it existed). Being just one road away, I couldn't help but break out in a run. But perhaps, it would have been a better decision if I didn't do that…

"BEEP,"

"WATCH OUT!"

I looked to my left. A truck was coming at me full speed, and it seemed to have no intention of slowing down.

'Fudge'

I swiftly used my legs to propel myself out of the way, landing at the grassy area I had been before rashly crossing the road, and successfully dodged it at the cost of a scraped knee.

"Ha, not today Truck-kun" I teased, sticking my tongue out.

The truck skidded to a stop, after running the spot on the road that I had been oh-so peacefully walking on a few seconds ago. If not for my quick reflexes, I would probably have been a mashed-couch potato by now.

'Am I hallucinating? Why do I see a vein popping on truck-san? Is that even possible??'

The truck backed up and then … turned to us?

'Wait… why is it moving towards us?!'

I quickly grabbed the hand of the guy next to me and jumped sideways. Although I knew it was not the time for this I was for some reason thinking 'My God, I'm really dodging like a fictional character! I suppose that the time when I tried to learn the same style as manga/manhwa/manhua characters actually paid off?! ' Yes, I regretfully admit that there had been a time that I was so obsessed with their fighting style I actually tried to copy it. Although I utterly failed, it seemed that I at least managed to gain some reflexes and speed. For a split second, I was extremely proud of myself, much of the shame I had gained from reflecting on my foolish actions was drained out. Just for a split second though.

'Thump'

A rock that I could have sworn appeared from nowhere collided with my foot. Both I and the guy fell, and Truck-kun hit us.

'Fudge you Truck-kun, there goes all my respect to you, you petty son-of-a-turtle! //cough// Tower of God reference//cough//'

Excruciating pain coursed throughout my whole body. However, even in this situation, barely conscious, my life hanging by a very, very thin thread, and seemingly all of the pain in existence flowing through my slowly numbing soon-to-be-corpse, I was still a fool. The last of my energy, that small amount barely keeping me alive was used to say:

"F*ck you Truck-kun" I formed a completely vertical 90 degrees angle with my body and arm and weakly held up my middle finger. My mother told me not to curse, and thus I never did. I had always wanted to do this, satisfaction filled me as I took my last breaths.

'Wait… doesn't he kinda look like a realistic version of the main character of the manga 'Isekai Transporter'?'. And with that lingering thought in my head, my consciousness faded and a warm sleep-like state embraced me, for what I thought was the last time.

(a/n: Isekai Transporter is a manga where the main character is the owner of Truck-kun and is about him isekai-ing people with his other-world-being assistant)