A young boy, lost in thought while fiddling on his phone, walked lazily towards his school. The same automated steps, the same meaningless journey, he thought to himself. "Meaning". The word reverberated in his mind, for he could locate no such thing. The adolescent had found himself lost in one of life's biggest mysteries. Thus, he pulled out his phone, opened up his search engine, and asked his query because you can do that these days. A vast and seemingly endless library of content all in arms reach. How convenient. 

Adolescent Male: **Hello, I am Tsumaranai Hito. 16 years old, no hobbies or skills to speak of. I'm not particularly what you'd call "popular". Everyday, I make this introduction in my head just in case I become an isekai protagon--**

Suddenly, a truck zooms past the skinny looking protagonist, engines roaring as fierce as dragons. He seems visibly shaken, the chump. 

Tsumaranai: "Hey wait a minute! You have to at least let me finish my internal introduction before I--" 

A second truck, emerging from the ground like a blazing volcanic eruption, grazes the unremarkable high schooler as he falls back onto his bottom. Fear has gripped him. 

Tsumaranai: "W-w-w-w-what?! Where did that come from?! This can't be real!"

As soon as the words formed on his lips, the towering menace of a truck reached it peak and began its descent onto the boy. There was no evading it, unless, of course, common sense kicked in. Oh, would you look at that? He managed to move out of the way. Like a scared animal, he bolted out of the area. Little did he know that it wouldn't make a difference. 

He was not allowed time to think, for no matter where he ran, the trucks would never stop until they hit their mark. The boy ran into buildings, desperation made palpable in his expression, but it was of no use. Schools, trains, even police stations, they all fell one by one as he sought asylum inside them. They followed him all the way to the airport where he managed to slip past security while they were distracted by the rampaging trucks. He breathed a sigh of relief believing it was safe in the sky -- the fool --. One could imagine his expression as he heard the all-too-familiar bellow of the beast.

Beep beep, motherfucker. 

It was all over in a flash and the trucks had achieved their goal. Tsumaranai was sent to the afterlife at the behest of an unknown force. The trucks began retreating underground into their truck nest, satisfied that they had achieved their goal. The foolish boy never stood a chance.