You park the Supra beside Dom's Charger, the engine ticking as it cools. Los Angeles sprawls below, a sea of lights beginning to twinkle in the dusk. Dom stands at the edge of the lookout, his silhouette stark against the burning horizon. Your HUD quietly displays his status:
[Dominic Toretto]
[Relationship: Cautious - Impressed]
[Current Mood: Suspicious]
The weight of what you're about to do settles on your shoulders. Your system offers suggestions:
[Dialogue Options:]
1. Lie convincingly (60% success chance)
2. Partial truth (75% success chance)
3. Full disclosure (Unknown outcome)
4. Deflect questioning (40% success chance)
You dismiss the prompts with a blink. Some choices should be made without statistics.
"That was some driving," Dom says without turning around. "The kind I've only seen from people who've been behind the wheel their entire lives." Now he faces you, arms crossed. "But Letty ran a background check while you were out there playing Fast and Furious. You didn't exist before last week."
Your heart pounds. There's no room for half-measures now.
"Dom, what I'm about to tell you is going to sound impossible." You take a deep breath. "I'm not from this world. I was someone else before—a guy named Mark with a boring life until lightning struck me. A being—call it a god, I don't know—gave me three wishes. I wished myself here, into this reality, with abilities that don't make any sense."
Dom's expression doesn't change, but his posture tightens. "You expect me to believe that?"
"No. I don't." You step closer. "But it's the truth. I can see things—information, data, like I'm in a video game. Health bars, skills, mission objectives." You point to empty air where only you can see his status floating. "Right now, I can see that you're suspicious but also impressed. That you're a master driver, tactical leader, and brawler."
His eyes narrow. "Anyone could know that from my reputation."
"Fine. Let me prove it another way." You scan the lookout, your system highlighting objects you can interact with. You spot a rusted motorcycle abandoned in the brush nearby.
[Object: Abandoned Motorcycle]
[Condition: 15% - Severely Damaged]
[Usable: No]
[Skill Required: Advanced Mechanical Repair]
You walk over and place your hands on the corroded metal. Instant Mastery activates, flooding your mind with motorcycle repair knowledge. You begin working, hands moving with surgical precision, narrating as you go.
"The carburetor is clogged with old fuel that's turned to varnish. Ignition system's shot. Battery's dead." Your fingers diagnose problems even as you fix them, pulling parts from the ground that Dom couldn't have known were there. "But the engine block is salvageable. The problem is in the timing chain—it's stretched exactly 4.7 millimeters beyond tolerance."
Dom watches in silence as you transform the rusted heap into something that might actually run. You find an old rag, wipe your hands, and step back.
"I've never worked on a motorcycle before tonight. I've never driven like I did today. But I touch something, and suddenly I know everything about it. That's not normal, Dom. That's not possible."
You take the final plunge. "I came from another reality where your world—all of this—was a movie franchise. Fast and Furious. I watched all of them. That's how I know about your crew, about Letty, about family."
Dom is completely still. Then he does something unexpected—he laughs. A short, incredulous sound.
"You're either the most creative liar I've ever met, or..." He trails off, examining the motorcycle. "I've seen a lot of strange things. People who shouldn't be able to do what they do. Cars that shouldn't perform like they do." His eyes find yours. "But never anything like this."
Your system pings:
[Relationship Update: Dom - Intrigued]
[Trust: 35% (+15%)]
[New Dialogue Option Unlocked: Demonstration]
"I can prove it more directly," you say, stepping closer. "Ask me something specific. Something I couldn't possibly know."
Dom thinks for a moment. "The first car I ever worked on with my father. Tell me what it was."
Your heart sinks. You don't have that information—it wasn't in the movies. But just as you're about to admit defeat, your system flashes:
[Knowledge Update: Dominic Toretto Background]
[Information Available: Father's Garage, Early Life, First Car]
The information appears in your mind like a downloaded file. "1970 Dodge Charger R/T. You were nine years old. Your father let you hand him tools while he worked on the radiator. You dropped a wrench and dented the fender. He wasn't mad—he said mistakes were how we learn to respect the machine."
Dom's face drains of color. "How could you possibly..." He takes a step back. "That's not in any record. I've never told anyone that story except—"
"Letty. I know." The words come to you automatically, your system feeding you information you never knew before.
Dom's expression shifts through shock, suspicion, and finally settles on something harder to read.
"So what happens now?" he asks quietly. "You have these... powers. These abilities. What do you want?"
It's the question you've been asking yourself since you woke up in the garage. What does a person with unlimited potential actually want?
"I want what I didn't have before. Purpose. Excitement. Connection." You look out over the city. "I want to be part of something that matters. Your family matters, Dom. I've seen what you all become."
"And what's that?" There's an edge to his voice.
"Legends," you answer simply.
Dom is silent for a long time, weighing you, judging the impossible story against what he's seen with his own eyes.
"Everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves," he finally says. "But family is built on trust. You've chosen truth over lies—that's a start." He extends his hand. "You can keep working at the garage. We'll see where this goes."
As you shake his hand, a notification appears:
[Mission Complete: Meeting with Dom]
[Outcome: Provisional Acceptance]
[Reputation: Dom's Crew - Cautious Ally]
[New Mission Available: Race Night Initiation]
"There's a street race tonight," Dom says. "Quarter mile, pink slips. You want in?"