It was a sunny and lively day in the city of Temuco, Chile. Walking down one of the streets was a young man who appeared to be in his twenties, with black hair, green eyes, and pale skin.
The young man, named Felipe, continued walking calmly, watching a YouTube video on his phone and listening through an earbud in his left ear. Every now and then, he let out a light laugh at the video's content.
He stopped for a moment at a traffic light, waiting for his turn to cross once the vehicles had passed on the street in front of him—still focused on the video playing on his phone.
"Hahaha, seriously... people have so much creativity it's hard to believe. A version of the Omnitrix that summons female aliens to have sex non-stop for the sake of 'species understanding'?
And another one that turns its user and the aliens into horrifying monsters to massacre everything in their path? That one's wild—it even feels like something General Tablos would've invented. Hahaha..."
He laughed at the bizarre fan-created content inspired by the Ben 10 franchise. Honestly, who hadn't been at least a little curious at some point? Especially with social media constantly reviving Ben 10 discussions lately.
"The Chaquetrix and the Carnitrix… Who would've thought the Ben 10 fandom would come back to life because of those two? Goes to show—what really sells is morbidity and gore.
Although I can't blame them. After the Ben 10 reboot crashed and burned, fans had no choice but to get creative. It's actually great to see the community pouring imagination into the saga again."
He spoke to himself as he resumed walking, seeing that it was finally safe to cross the street.
Since childhood, he had always loved the Ben 10 series, watching it religiously every time it aired on Cartoon Network—which, in Latin America, was quite often due to its massive popularity. He still remembered the classic "Ben 10 Hour" segment with a nostalgic smile.
Motivated by the recent fandom resurgence and his own nostalgia, he had decided to rewatch the entire series in his free time—from the original run all the way to Omniverse.
It brought him joy, letting him relive some of the best memories from his younger years.
Sure, there were elements he didn't like—such as the visual style of Omniverse or some of the developers' choices. Some people liked it, but he had his preferences.
And one thing was certain: he would never watch the reboot. That was absolutely off the table.
"I wish I could have the Omnitrix… The original was always my favorite, even though it was just a prototype," he muttered to himself, glancing toward a plaza in the distance—
Where the bus stop he needed was located.
He only had to cross one last street to get there. Waiting patiently for the light to turn green, he prepared to finish his journey home.
As he waited for the bus, a speeding truck suddenly veered off course and came barreling toward him. Felipe noticed it immediately—his eyes widened in shock. Without thinking, he leapt to the side in an attempt to dodge the incoming vehicle, hoping to avoid being hit by the all-mighty Truck-kun.
He successfully escaped the crash—rolling onto the sidewalk, heart pounding, adrenaline surging. A nervous laugh escaped his lips, as if mocking Truck-kun's failed attempt.
But fate wasn't finished with him.
As if insulted by his survival, the truck screeched, tires burning against asphalt, and made an impossible U-turn—one that defied logic, gravity, and perhaps reality itself. Before Felipe could fully register what was happening, the monstrous vehicle charged at him again.
This time, he wasn't so lucky.
With a thunderous impact, the truck completed its cosmic duty.
"Damn, damn, damn..." Felipe thought as his body was sent flying through the air, the world around him blurring from the impact. In those fleeting moments, his entire life began flashing before his eyes—seven whole minutes of raw, unfiltered memory.
It started with his birth, followed by the pain of being abandoned by his parents beneath a bridge. He could still feel the cold, the hunger, the crying... until a kind priestess found him and took him to an orphanage.
Life there wasn't easy. He grew up in solitude, struggling to socialize and form real friendships. He always felt like an outsider—quiet, distant, alone.
Then came Rosline—his first real friend. Over time, he fell for her, believing she was the one light in his otherwise grey world. But fate was cruel. She rejected him coldly, as if he was beneath her—unworthy even to look at her. And the final blow? He found out she had only befriended him because of a bet.
The betrayal left deep scars, warping his ability to trust.
But eventually, someone else broke through his walls—Tony, his true best friend. With Tony, for the first time in years, Felipe felt like he could trust someone completely. They studied the same major, got hired by the same company, and did almost everything together. Some people joked they were "too close," calling them gay—but it never bothered Felipe. Tony was his brother in all but blood.
Then fate struck again.
Tony took his own life, crushed by work pressure and the heartbreak of a cheating girlfriend. The loss devastated Felipe. He sank into a deep depression, his world falling apart once more.
Years passed. Slowly, painfully, he crawled out of the abyss. He became a senior software developer, earned a great salary, and threw himself into the gym, grinding his body to escape his mind.
He found solace in anime, cartoons, and nostalgia—his new therapy in a world that never gave him peace.
Now, with his entire life flashing before his eyes, Felipe's final thoughts were oddly calm.
"Damn… Truck-kun got me too. Haha…"
A weak smile crept across his bruised face, blood trickling down the side of his cheek. In his fading consciousness, he chuckled at the absurdity of it all.
"If the almighty Truck-kun is real... then give me an adventurous isekai life," he whispered with a ragged breath.
And then—something strange happened.
The truck, still idling a few feet away, tilted slightly, and for the briefest moment, its front bumper bent upward into a thumbs-up.
It was absurd.
It was surreal.
But to Felipe—the dying soul whose life had been filled with loss, betrayal, and brief flickers of light—it was strangely comforting.
As darkness began to claim him, he let out one last breath, eyes fluttering closed.
He let go—embracing the void with no fear... only a final spark of hope.
His final light faded.