You were moments away from being tossed into a grey portal by the unknown force only to side a few mere inches from the tear into reality. You are then tossed backwards by the same unseeable hands. You turn your head around to see a new golden portal shining brightly with its glory in this dark void. It is also where the unseen hands are throwing you.
You awaken by the sound of an eighteen wheeler on the move, and look up to see the ceiling of a truck trailer despite the darkness. Was all the portal thing just someone drugging you? Whoever hit you with their truck and kidnapped you is going to have Hell to pay the moment you get your hands on a phone.
That is when it happened.
A golden light suddenly illuminated the trailer, washing you over with the greatest warmth you have ever felt. You covered your eyes with an arm as the brightness was too much for you, yet you couldn't escape the light. You hear a booming laugh echo throughout the trailer that rang in your ears. It echoed for what seemed to be forever. You moved down your eyes' shield to see the shape of a figure emerging in the light. Even with the light you could tell the figure possessed a physique of an idealized Roman deity. You felt small by this imposing figure, and in the back of your head you know this was no mere man. He was more than a man.
Your lips tremble as the words escaped your mouth. "A-Are you God?"
"Haha, no." The figure dismissed casually, his chuckle as warm as the light that shines. "I go by many names in the myriad of existences," he says as the light dims down ever so slowly. "But you may call me Trucker-Buddha!" He introduced himself in a rich baritone.
The light vanished revealing the man who calls himself "Trucker-Buddha" wearing a white satin robe with red trim at the end and neck over his muscled body. His face resembled that of a certain blue-collar comedian. "I found this form to be most pleasing to you."
You questioned yourself over how an idealized form of Larry the Cable Guy was pleasing to you.
"Now arise, Anon. We have to discuss your future."
Trucker-Buddha snapped his wizen fingers and finely crafted wooden table manifested. He sat crossed leg and you followed suit as it appeared he expected you to do the same.
"Am I dead?" Was the first you thing you blurted out without second thought.
Trucker-Buddha shaked his head dismissively. "No, my friend. You are not dead. You have been chosen to be much more."
Your eyebrows raised intrigued. "Chosen?"
"I am the avatar of the one known as Truck-Kun, the 18-wheeled Ferryman. My lord normally selects an individual and whisks them away to other worlds if the world needs a great hero," the trucker fabius explains while your head still aches from being mowed down by the truck king.
Some way of being chosen.
"But within you I see something a unique quality," he says, his gaze peering into your soul, chills running down your spine. "You have the qualities needed to become what me and my lord call a Worldwalker."
"A world what?" You reply confused.
"A Worldwalker, Anon. You will have the ability to slip between the veils of realities, and traverse through all worlds. Many of these worlds are the fictional worlds you have grown to know and love."
You became incredibly interested at the sound of those words. Ever since you were a kid and a young teen you wished you could hangout with your favorite characters and to see those worlds with your own eyes. This sounds like a dream come true. However, the rational portion of your brain chimed in saying there is a catch. And the next few words out of Trucker-Buddha's mouth confirmed it.
"Before you can go run along and explore all these realities, you must perform a few tasks for me and my lord."
You kept your eyes locked with his and asked, "What kind of tasks?"
"First and foremost, hunting down monsters called Glitches." He waved his hand and the image of a creature of medium height, monotone grey, white, and black colored, and triangular spikes all over it. "They emerge when an error in the fabric of a universe occurs. Some among their ranks are those my lord even sent to said universe they manifest in."
This all sounds similar to the Heartless from Kingdom Hearts. You make a mental note to play it cool when you encounter Sora and his friends so you don't get sued.
"I guess I'll take it." You shrug. Being a multi-universal cleanup man/errand boy sounds better than your prospects back at home.
Trucker-Buddha shakes his head before telling you one of the perks this job. "I know that there are many of the fairer sex that you have fantasized over, Anon. You may take as many as you desire as your own." Now that got your attention. The thought of turning the entire female cast of fictional settings into your harem girls was enough to be an errand boy worth it.
"Okay, so, how do I travel to universe to universe? I don't have to be ran over by your boss again do I?"
Trucker-Buddha laughed in reply, his hearty laugh once again echoing throughout the trailer. "The ability to traverse between the realities will is one of many gifts I shall grant you. Once all the glitches in an area has been slain their energy will open a portal for you."
Gifts? What else does he have for you?
"The next gift is to make the appearance of women on the monstrous side appear normal less they bring unwanted attention when you bring them to tag along with you."
That one makes sense. You can't have monstergirls looking like monsters in settings they don't belong in.
Images of different worlds appear in front of you.
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"These are your third gift. Different worlds for you to relax when you are not exploring and fighting glitches. I have also taken into account you may go overboard with your collection of beauties and require a considerable amount of space." Trucker-Buddha was right about that. Knowing you, you'll end up turning several thousand anime girls into your sex slaves. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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