The boy stares blankly at the truck bumper that has invaded his sanctuary, aka room. He then takes a look at the shredded parts of his treasured computer and desk.

'If I hadn't gone to the bathroom... if I hadn't drunk that diuretic of a coffee this morning... if I hadn't needed to tingle.'

He looks down and cries at the sight of his partner, his computer.

'Sure it may have had a virus, sure it was slow af, and sure would sometimes shut down and not power on without a factory reset. Now that I think about it, I probably should have bought a new one, but it has always been there for me.'

A single tear slide out of his eye at the travesty.

'Goodbye, old friend.'

He then looks up and scrutinizes the tractor of the truck.

'How the heck did a truck get in my room in the first place, my apartment is at least three blocks from the interstate with plenty of buildings in-between, and for that matter, I'm on the fourth floor.'

He looks closer at the bumper.

'I.D.S, huh? And who the heck puts a logo of a truck on a truck?'

*Hoooooooooooooooonk*

The boy jumps back in surprise.

'This doesn't make any sense.'

He turns around and starts running to the door of his apartment.

'I've got to call the police or something, but I'm pretty sure my phone's in that wreckage. I'll just find someone else with a phone then. Jessie's usually in at around this time.'

He skids past before jogging back and knocking on the door. At this point, the boy's hair is slick with sweat, and he's panting from the unusual exertion that doesn't fit his sedentary lifestyle.

"Jessie," he says while knocking furiously, "Are you in?"

He hears some surprised noises from inside the door, and a few moments later, Jessie answers the door. Her black hair is in a mess, and she seems to be flustered. The boy notices the man hurriedly putting on his clothes in the back of the room. Usually, at the occurrence of this kind of event, the boy would simply leave the two to their business. Still, he really needs a phone to call as soon as possible, and he's not sure where else to turn.

"Jessie, I'm sorry for interrupt-"

Jessie coughs, blushing, "No problem, Um… what is it that you need at this time of night?"

'It's night, huh? My sense of time really gets distorted in that room ever after I put in the blackout curtains.'

Jessie fidgets for a few moments, and the man in the back of the room gets dressed and runs past the boy, knocking him over as he goes.

Jessie's eyes widen, and she tries to help the boy up, "I'm sorry about that, I didn't realize that he's the type to take flight after the deed is done so to speak…"

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Her eyes narrow with a predatory gaze.

"I really need to choose my next prey more wisely."

The boy shivers at the woman's words, before asking.

"Well, I was wondering if I could use your phone for a moment…"

Jessie's expression becomes confused for a few moments before she walks back into her room. After a few more moments of awkward silence and fidgeting, Jessie returns and hands her phone to the boy, which the boy gratefully makes for before she pulls it away.

"I'm not sure why you'd need it. With the amount of money you've made with the lottery, I would think you'd already moved out of this dump and have enough phones to fill a mansion, but go ahead."

She drops it into his hands. He immediately flips it open and dials 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" the call-taker responds cordially.

"There's a truck that just crashed into my apartment." The boy says frantically, as Jessie's eyes widen.

"Sir, please calm down. if you could give us your location, we will have responders on the way."

"My name's Will, and the apartment is located on the crossing of Wilkbarrow's and Harrow's street."

"Understood, responders are on their wa-"

Jessie snatches her phone out of Will's hand.

"What the hell are you thinking? We're on the fourth floor a truck couldn't have possibly-"

Crunching, creaking and shattering noises sound out through the hallways. Both Jessie and Will turned their heads and see a truck.

*hoonk* *hoonk*

The engine starts revving, and it plows through the hallway, brushing just past Will, who had been pulled into the room by Jessie.

"I know you're rich now, but isn't this a bit much? How did you even get the truck up here?"

The incredulous look on Jessie's face is something that Will would have, on any other day, paid quite a bit of his fortune to see. If it meant hiring fake 911 operators and crane-lifting a truck into his apartment, so be it. But not this day, this was the day when his favorite novel released chapters. Every Wednesday is a day that he savors like a fine wine, anyways even he wouldn't be able to pull off something like this.

"This isn't another prank Jess, I don't know what this is." Will peeks his head out in the hallway, and looks back in the corridor to see the truck in reverse, he pulls his head in just before it drives past.

"Jess, If it's okay, I'm going to leave now. I'm pretty sure that truck's aiming for me, and I don't want to get you involved in this mess any farther.

And with this, he sprints out into the hallway, aiming for the staircase on the opposite side, before Jessie can say a word. A moment later, he is mowed over.

Will slowly opens his eyes and pukes blood.

'What's happening here? I got run over while trying to make a run for it to the staircase, didn't I… so stupid! I should have just stayed in Jessie's room.'

He stares at the sky and slowly passing clouds for a few moments.

'It's a nice day out, isn't it. Though I clearly remember Jessie saying it was night.'

Will slowly creaks his neck to the left to see the oncoming truck and is flung up into the air. Weirdly enough doesn't feel too much worse than before, it also gave him a nice aerial view of the destruction around him.

'Are those police trucks encircling this mess, and isn't that my favorite cookie shop.'

Will idly thinks thoughts like these as he goes flying through the air.

Will gets a nice view of where his apartment once was and starts crying.

'Why is this happening, was it seriously that pop-up ad. S@#%, I knew that those were evil. Pure evil.'

He then falls to the ground, cracking his neck again.

'Why do I feel better after that fall?'

The truck revves it's engines for a few moments and gives a few confused honks. Immediately the swat teams start moving out a will sees something missile coming his way.

'I don't even know what this is anymore, I guess I'll just go with the flow then.'

With that, any remaining stress that Will had evaporates, and he looks at the missile curiously.

'I wonder what make that is? I don't really have much experience with ground to ground missiles, so I really wouldn't know. Haven't actually ever seen one except in anime or manga, and that one research craze on the subject…'

Then the truck launches through the air, arcing above Will and bashing into the missile, causing a massive explosion.

'Isn't Mr. Truck trying to kill me? So why…'

Will sees the truck, now in pieces fall, before vanishing before his eyes.

'Is it over then?'

Then the earth starts shaking.

'Hmm. Is that an asteroid?'

Will can hear screams and panic, but can't really force himself to care.

'Wait, that's no asteroid…'

Wreathed and in a fiery halo, the first-ever truck to breach the atmosphere makes a visit to earth.

'@&#%.'

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Elsewhere, on the fragmented parts of a computer, a smiley face flickers