The life of a truck driver is a lonely one. Hour after hour, day after day, a truck driver whittles away their life behind the wheel so that the rest of the world can live on, in place. A lonely life, but a necessary one. I carry the responsibility of that necessity every time I get behind the wheel of my totally sweet Mercedes Actros 2560 truck (painted green with a matching trailer just like the ship from Futurama) to make important deliveries across this great continent of Euro Truck Simulator 2.

I've been driving trucks here almost as long as I can remember.

I've driven so long and so far, that it all blends together.

Hours and kilometres fly by me quicker than I can count, and even though I've been to so many places I don't really think I've ever actually visited any of them.

Just drive right up to the edge and make the delivery, thank you, see you later.

I sit at a red light and wonder about the last time I spoke to someone in person.

I don't remember.

I own 10 different garages across Euro Truck Simulator 2, employ 50 drivers (I'm not trying to brag it's just the truth). I think once I remembered who they were. Now they're just names, numbers on a list and faces I don't recognise.

I was beginning to think that my world was empty, that I was the only real person.

But then I saw him.

It was a delivery like any other. Forklifts, I think. Three of them lined neatly on my trailer, following me across Euro Truck Simulator 2 like so many baby ducks. Ducklings, I think they're called. Except these were forklifts, not ducks, baby or otherwise. I was listening to one of my favourite podcasts (it's pretty nsfw so I won't link it here) when I thought I heard something odd from behind my truck. I hit the pause button just in time to hear a shout, just one word.

"LEFT!"

Before I could figure out what was happening a truck driving up behind me suddenly swerved violently to the left, without even slowing. I lost my breath in a sharp gasp as the truck slammed into the barrier separating the directions of traffic. Just as soon as I registered it, the crash disappeared in my side view mirror. But I could have sworn I'd seen something. Someone. A man with dark eyes, a small mouth, and blonde hair. A wig? I had to know more.

I spent the next 6 months searching for the driver of that truck on roads all over Euro Truck Simulator 2, but to no avail. The search was a difficult one. I wasn't sure if he wore the wig all the time, I wasn't sure where he was from, I didn't even know his name. The truck he drove was an issue too; I could waste my time searching only for the same truck I saw crash that day, not knowing if it survived the accident, or even if this man was taking quick jobs (truck driver slang for a newer driver who doesn't drive his own truck yet), so I searched every truck. Gazed into eyes of every driver passed by in the hope that one day, any day…

It was right about when I'd given up on ever finding my be-wigged mystery man that I finally saw him again. I was resting outside a petrol station in northern France when I woke up, eyes adjusting to the daylight and hand reaching to turn off the windscreen wipers I'd left on overnight. A truck driving past me caught my eye and I looked up and there he was. Exactly as I'd seen him all those months ago. Beautiful golden wig flowing down to frame a soft, pale face.

I started my truck and quickly followed after him. It didn't take very much of my swerving and beeping and tailgating for him to get the message and pull over so we could talk. I asked him if we could pull over somewhere to eat, told him that I wanted to get to know him. He looked at me for a moment, a wry smirk forming across a mouth sized like the Queen's (but like on a coin not in real life, so super small). He didn't know anywhere we could stop and eat, and neither did I, so I followed him down the road to the next road stop where there was space for us to park our huge, long trucks.

Trucks parked side by side, the man just looked at me, intensely. I took to the cue to exit the cabin of my truck and enter his.

"So, what's your name?" I asked, pulling the passenger door closed behind me.

"I'm Tom-chan" said the man, Tom-chan. "I'm Australia's first Vtuber."

By the look in his eyes I could tell that he was checking me out, and I was checking him out right back. Before I knew it had happened the distance between us disappeared and I could feel Tom-chan's breath in my ear. I watched as his hands rose, fingers flickering as his wrists bent at awkward angles and his thumbs became webbed. God damn he was the sexiest 3D model I had ever seen. I looked Tom-chan right in the eyes and….././….

FADE TO BLACK

The sun was rising. I'd fallen asleep in Tom-chan's truck after… well that was for me and Tom-chan to know ;). I looked across the cabin as I sat up in the passenger seat and my breath stopped. But not in the same way it had when I'd seen Tom-chan earlier. Because Tom-chan wasn't there anymore. Sitting in the drivers seat was a man I'd never seen before. He made me feel sick to my core. A deep pit that opened in the base of my chest that held every deep dark fear or whisper that had ever made me jump in the night. The man was terror. The only thing that stopped me from staring at the size of his huge and bulbous head was the sickly yellow colour of his skin, broken in a harsh line horizontally across his face, between nose and mouth. The lower half was a darker colour, almost brown, and seemed to carry on down his torso underneath his plain white shirt, but not as far as his arms, that were the same yellow as the top of his head.

"Wh-who, who are you?" I managed to squeak.

"I'M BAD HOMER!" the man, the creature barked.

"What does that mean? What do you want?" My hands were starting to shake as my heart thumped heavily in my chest.

"I'M LEGALLY DISTINCT FROM HOMER SIMPSON"

He slowly turned to face his whole body towards me and a hand snatched out grabbing my wrist in a deadly tight grip.

"I'M BAD HOMER," shrieked the beast. "I'M LEGALLY DISTINCT FROM HOMER SIMPSON, YOU CAN'T SUE."

CUT TO BLACK

TO BE CONTINUED

EDIT: i thought i made it pretty obvious in the story i didn't want to write it because it would be too inappropriate for all of the Tom-chan fans that might read this but fine yES TOM-CHAN AND THE CHARACTER IN THE STORY HAVE SEX it was just meant to be implied but there i said it so stop messaging me!

EDIT 2 – for everyone messaging me and saying that I'm making up about actually playing euro truck and that I don't know about the game and and that I'm actually just a tom-chan fan pretending that's not true! All of the stuff I put in the story is actually true about my game but I put it in the story like that because I didn't want to seem like I was bragging because I'm not I just wanted to make a fan fiction about my driver in the game and tom-chan but because you wont all leave me alone I took screenshots and before you say they look weird yes I use mods on my game to make it look like that I'm not making them up if I was going to fake them I would fake them to look like the original games ones obviously!

Here are the links

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EDIT 3: I'm still working on part 2 it will come out when its ready so top asking!