In the world of Robloxia, Ark had entered existence in a manner that was anything but ordinary. From thr very moment he was born, Ark was different, he had no face. Where others might display a smile or a weeping face, Ark was born with none, Ark's face smooth, void of any features. This peculiarity set the tone for the life that awaited him. His parents, upon first seeing him, we're startled. But unlike what many might expect, their love for him was immediate and unconditional. They cherished Ark with a fierce devotion, raising him with warmth, humor, and understanding, treating him no differently then any other child. In their home, Ark was safe, accepted, and celebrated for who he was. However, beyond the walls of his family's home, the world was far less forgiving. Whispers followed Ark wherever he went. Children at school pointed and stared, mocking him behind his back and sometimes to his blank face. Adults, who should have known better, we're often even crueler. Many regarded Ark with suspicion and fear, labeling him a demon, a glitch, or a freak. While his parents did thier best to shield him, the reality of public disdain was impossible to ignore. Ark learned to steel himself against the daily barrage of insults and sideways glances, growing quietly resilient, but also deeply lonely. Everything began to change in his teenage years. It was then that he met J3nnif3er. She was unlike anyone else in Robloxia, a radiant presence who moved with confidence and kindness. J3nnif3r was smart, strong, and not to mention quite beautiful, but what struck Ark most was her genuine curiosity and open-mindedness. Where others recoiled from his facelessness, J3nnifer found it fascinating, even cool. She approached him with questions, laughter, and above all, acceptance. Thier friendship blossomed with surprised speed. They spend countless hours hanging out in many places, Eating pizza at Builder brothers pizza, Taking risks in the Natural Disaster zone, stamina draing fun in many Obbys, laughing together even when the world around them was less kind. Many times, they shared many secrets they could only trust each other with. Through J3nnif3er eyes, Ark began to see himself differently, not as a monster, but as someone unique and worthy of love. Over time, thier bond deepened from friendship into something more profound, a quiet but undeniable love that gave Ark hope for the first time in his life.
But good things never last long, As Ark had entered adulthood, tragedy struck. His parents, his steadfast anchors in a sea of hostility, were killed in the infamous c00lkidd terrorist attacks. The event left the community reeling, but for Ark, the loss was deeply personal. He found their bodies burning and glitching, corrupted beyond repair. The grief was overwhelming, an all consuming darkness that threatened to swallow him whole. He withdrew from the world, crushed by depression, and for a time, considered "logging off" permanently, ending it all in the only way he knew how. But it was J3nnif3er who pulled him back from the brink. With unyielding patience and love, she reminded him of the beauty that still existed, of worlds they could still create, and the future they could share. Slowly, Ark began to heal, finding solace in her presence and strength in her unwavering support. Five years passed, and the two were wed in a small, joyous ceremony attended by only J3nnif3ers closest friends, who still thought her relationship was a mistake. For a brief moment, Ark felt truly happy, cherished by someone who saw past his surface. But even in matrimony, the prejudice of the wider world persisted. Strangers still whispered, children still pointed, and many adults still regarded Ark as an aberation, an unwelcome reminder of imperfection in their utopia. One night, as rain pattered against thier window, J3nnif3er broached the subject of starting a family. She spoke of wanting a child, a new life to nurture and love. But Ark recoiled at the idea, his mind racing with fear and self-doubt. He couldn't bear the thought of passing on his genetic anamoly, of bringing another being into a world that had been so cruel to him. He imagined his child facing the same ridicule, the same loneliness, and it filled him with dread. The discussion quickly turned heated. Ark's voice, usually calm and reserved, rose in anger as he begged J3nnif3er to let the matter drop, memories of all the people who were cruel resurfacing, anger boiling inside, he yelled at her to stop. The argument left the room heavy with silence, an oppressive quiet that made each breath feel like a burden. Ark glanced at his wife, saw the hurt in her eyes, the tears threatening to spill over, and was overcome by a wave of extreme guilt and shame. Unable to face her agony, Ark stormed out of the house, his footsteps echoing in the empty streets. J3nnif3er, desperate and heartbroken, chased after him, pleading for him to return. Rain slicked the pavement, making everything shimmer with surreal, dreamlike quality. Lost in his thoughts, Ark wandered onto the road, He turned back to reassure J3nnif3er, to tell her to go home, that he just needed a moment. But in that instant, the blinding headlights of a Builder brothers pizza delivery truck appeared, bearing down on him far too quickly. He realized too late the danger he was in. The truck struck him devastating force, his body slamming limply onto the street. In the aftermath, J3nnif3er fell to her knees, her cries echoing through the night.
