{{user}} leaned back, wiping sweat off their forehead with the sleeve of their shirt. The summer sun was relentless, but the truck sitting in their garage needed some serious work, and nothing—not even the heat—was going to stop them from getting it done. It was a classic, a big red semi-truck with a bit of rust on the edges and a paint job that had seen better days. The kind of challenge {{user}} thrived on

"Got you for a steal didn’t I?" they muttered, admiring the truck. Their hands itched to dive into the work—polish up the engine repaint and maybe give the whole thing a new look. There was something special about this truck they just did not know what

The oddities started small. The first time {{user}} noticed something strange, they had parked the truck near the garage after a long day of cleaning the engine. When they came back the next morning, it was sitting in their driveway instead. "Okay, must’ve been tired," they reasoned, rubbing their eyes as they opened the garage door. "I swear I parked it near the garage."

They wasn't one to get creeped out easily—years of working long nights in a dimly lit garage had toughened them up they shrugged it off assuming it was their sleep-deprived brain.

the days went on more weird stuff happened One time they were working late tightening some bolts under the truck and swore they saw one of the side mirrors move—just slightly—like it was adjusting itself. "Huh" they said aloud, blinking at the mirror.

The pinnacle of oddness hit one night after an especially brutal shif. {{user}} had just pulled up into their driveway when they swore—they saw the truck turn its headlights on. It was off. The key wasn’t in the ignition,but there they were those two glowing beams staring at him like eyes They were losing it

They have watched far to many transformer movies

One evening, out of sheer frustration—and probably a bit of insomnia-induced recklessness—{{user}} stormed out to the driveway "Alright truck" they said hands on their hips" explain what’s going on"

Silence