A "Truck" is Born

Truck-kun opened its eyes.

It didn't understand why it had eyes.

It was a Japanese Kei truck that thirsted for blood, death, guts, and murder. 

Trucks didn't have eyes. Trucks had an engine, tires, seatbelts, and headlights.

It lived to be a literal murder machine.

It loved its purpose. There was nothing better than revving up an engine, morning or night, to run over humans. 

The human didn't matter. It loved to kill all kinds. 

The best murders were those involving Japanese schoolgirls. The girls would often be late for school. The only source of nourishment these bitches had time for was a slice of toast. It was quick to grab and easy to hold between their lips as they paid no mind to the road and traffic safety.

The way they always ran into the road pissed him off. They looked terrified each time Truck-kun approached them, but they should have known they had it coming for being incompetent. 

Parents must suck. They never teach their daughters road safety.

They were always the easiest target.

The most satisfying target.

Truck-kun loved when its tires stretched as he would pretend to engage the brakes. The aftermath of a hit-and-run was electrifying. It could almost feel the bones it would dislocate as it's wheels rolled over the victim. 

Ah, the agonizing scream of a nameless, dying protagonist, who would be reborn as Mary Sue or Gary Stu.

It was unfortunate that truck-kun had outlived its purpose. Like any vehicle, it could only sustain itself as long as its parts were good. But after 400,000 miles and the end of the 5-year extended car warranty the dealership provided him, the God of Reincarnation decided he would trade truck-kun in for a new, sexier model.

God was just. God was fair. God saw that this Truck-kun had a soul within. God didn't know how a truck had a soul, but it must have been a special truck.

For Truck-kun's hard work, he would give Truck-kun a chance at life. Human life.

Its days of murderous rampage were over. 

How the fuck was truck-kun supposed to be a human when it couldn't make bodies eat pavement?

Shit.

Truck-kun didn't even know what it was now. Boy? Girl? Monster? It didn't matter. It wasn't a truck anymore. That fucking sucked.

"Waaaaaaaaaah!!!!"

Holy shit. What the fuck was that noise?

It was a baby. Truck-kun was now a goddamn baby? Did it make that noise? It couldn't believe what it heard. It attempted to speak again.

"WAAAAAAAGGHHH!"

Holy shit. Truck-kun wouldn't have been able to believe it if it wasn't able to feel blood rushing down to its head. Some son-of-a-bitch had its newborn legs in their clutches, his new baby body hanging upside down over the remnants of its birth from its so-called mother's vaginal canal.

It looked up, trying to see. It saw two human faces above it, but they were blurry. It could barely make out what they looked like, but it assumed these faces were abominations, just like all human faces. 

It thought the face smiled. It was a man.

"Congratulations! It's a baby boy."

Truck-kun couldn't believe it. Not only would he not be able to kill anymore, but he wouldn't be blessed with tits either. Instead, he would get a dick. God.

It better be a big dick. If he had to deal with a dick, it better be a massive one.

"Honey," he heard a woman's voice cry out. "He's beautiful."

"I'm so proud of you both," a man whimpered out.

He felt a hard smack to his ass. God dammit. He was already crying; his ass didn't need smacking.

Truck-kun tried his best to scream through his sobs, but his lungs were still new. The only thing he could hear was a faint wheeze.

"WAAAAAGHHHH!"

This was hell?

Truck-kun felt the grip around his legs release.

He could breathe a little easier, but he was still sobbing. His chest heaved, and he choked on his tears.

His new, helpless newborn body felt soft skin underneath him.

For some reason, a hand made its way to the back of his head. It guided his head to a tit.

At least he got to suck a nipple in this new life.

He did. He sucked on that heavenly nipple as the disgusting humans spoke among each other.

"Oh, what should we name him, Amelia?" He heard the voice of a man.

He assumed this man was his dumb father.

"I don't know," he said, hearing the gentle voice of the woman he sucked on.

His so-called mother.

"How about Kain?" His father suggested.

"That sounds so perfect," she replied. "Kain."

"You know what I heard, Amelia?" He continued. "Kain is the Latin word for 'loving.' It's so fitting for our sweet little baby."

"It is, isn't it?" She smiled gently at the baby. "I love you so much, Theo."

Fucking Theo. What a name.

"I love you too," Daddy Theo replied.

Truck-kun couldn't help but notice how much the two were gushing over their new offspring. They had no idea their child was a truck and that he was the most murderous truck in history.

He was going to have fun in this new life.

A life filled with revenge and murder.

His plan was set in motion. He had 18 years before the two could kick the bucket.

In that time, he would learn everything there was to know about the human world. He would have a human family.

He would have a human body.

But more importantly, he would have a human heart.

If Truck-kun was going to live a happy human life, he needed a human heart. The human heart would be the key to increasing his rage.

He thought about it. Yes. The brain would also be of use.

Human hearts and brains combined with his blood-lust-filled soul would be the perfect combination. Trucks were dumb fucks. They had no brains, so having the intelligence of a psychotic human would be fabulous.

He would have a heart filled with hatred and a thirst for vengeance. His brain would craft the complex plan.

He would kill those human parents. He would torture them. He would watch the light drain from their eyes, and he would relish every second of it.

Truck-kun smiled around the tit and sucked harder. What a lovely titty! It was the only lovely thing about his existence. 

He was looking forward to his new life. It was going to be a fucking blast. 

It didn't matter if he was a baby. Or if he wasn't a truck.

He was a truck at heart.

The damn baby's body was cold. He was shivering. He hated it. 

He didn't want this now. He wanted the truck life back.Truck-kun wanted to be a truck. He didn't want to be a human.

There was one problem. He didn't know how the fuck he was going to become a truck again.

Truck-kun wasn't sure how to go about getting the parts for a truck, but he would have to figure it out.

Until then, he was going to be a little angel. A little angel full of pure rage and hate.

Truck-kun closed his eyes. He was tired. He had a busy day.

It didn't take long for the God of Reincarnation to realize Truck-kun had a dark soul.

As a truck, the god had let Truck-kun continue on its rampage. Truck-kun was the only truck God knew of that had a soul.

So God didn't care about the murders. Truck-kun was fulfilling its purpose in this world.

But Truck-kun's purpose was now over. The god had given him a chance at life, but Truck-kun refused to see it. 

God pitied the soul of Truck-kun.

God decided he would watch over him to make sure the human family was safe.

God didn't have a problem with the baby being a murderer, but he didn't want his human family to be his victims. They were innocent. They didn't need to be murdered just because their son was a truck.

No matter how far away he was, the road would always call to Truck-kun. Calling him to commit beautiful pedestrian murders.