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"Expression through Writing and talking"
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-Daniel 3rd POV-
Daniel walked home from Albertsons, a twenty-dollar gift card for the Nintendo Switch clutched in his hand—pure American currency converted into digital possibility. With it, he could finally grab one of those bundle deals on the eShop he'd been eyeing.
He paused at the edge of the road and checked both directions, letting a passing car roll by before stepping forward. The afternoon air was quiet as he continued toward the aging trailer park where he lived with his mom That was when he noticed the truck Its engine was running Daniel squinted, taking a closer look through the windshield No driver.
The realization hit him instantly He was about to get isekai'd.
Daniel:(sigh)"mierda...so the whole truck-kun thing is real but I thought you were Japan exclusive this is California"
The truck's engine rumbled unevenly, the sound almost forming words—low, mechanical, and deliberate, as if it carried a message meant only for him."I never discriminate"It rolled forward at a steady, unhurried pace.
Daniel didn't move.
He understood how this ended. Running wouldn't save him. If it wasn't this, it would be something else—a chain of coincidences snapping into place like fate tightening its grip. There was no escaping it, not really.
For a moment, his instincts urged him to step back, to do what he always did—avoid, retreat, survive.
Instead, he reached down and picked up a sturdy stick lying near the roadside. It felt solid in his hand, grounding him. He lifted it and pointed it forward, squaring his shoulders as he faced the oncoming truck.
Its headlights burned into him, bright and unblinking Eyes, he thought Watching him Waiting.
Daniel:"my name means 'god is my judge or God rules me' in Hebrew and you truck-kun is dubbed the God of Isekai so judge me bitch show everyone the truth of who you are"{goodbye mom stay safe}
After steeling himself, Daniel surged forward, drawing his arm back and driving the stick ahead. He knew it wouldn't matter—wood against steel was nothing—but at least he wouldn't go down cowering.
The thrust met empty air.
The truck was gone.
Daniel's momentum carried him a step too far. A sharp realization flickered—too late. He twisted around—A deafening impact.
Everything fell silent.
In the stillness that followed, Daniel's soul slipped free, pulled toward something distant and unknown, while far behind, the truck continued down the road, its engine fading into the distance, its task complete.
-i have ADHD so I probably lose interest in the story -