Author note

(Author) "HELLO LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE MIDNIGHT ARK!"

(Audience) "shut the hell up and let us read"

(Author) "... Ok, fine. But before you read-"

(Audience) "SHUT UP!"

(Author) "..."

(Female audience) "... let him speak, guys"

(Audience) *blushes* "...ok"

(Author) "... I should have been born as a hot chick... ah fuck it."

(Author) "anyways I shall be telling you a bit about the structure of the book.

(Audience) "are you fucking done?"

(Author) "..." I'm going to go jump off a bridge after this and wish for a system.

(Author) "enjoy"

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(Voice) Wake up.

Ark woke up feeling like he had ten ton weights attached to his eyelids. He groaned with his eyes still closed, unwilling to accept the fact that he was awake.

(Voice) Get up you lazy ass.

(Ark) God damn my evil internal alarm clock. Why can't you let me sleep?

(Evil Ark) Cause it's time for school idiot.

Ignoring his alter ego, Ark opened his eyes and glanced around. Bits of light fluttered down to the floor, glowing through the curtains like fireflies. The dusty walls make ever so slight creaking noises every time the wind gently blew on its body.

Ark reached for the old lamp to my side and turned it on. A sudden warm flash erupted, its glow barely reaching to the four corners of the attic. Resigning himself, Ark walked to the window and flung the moldy curtains aside.

Outside, showed a grey lawn bleached of color and black garbage bags all over the place. In the driveway, was a musty, old car you usually see in old fashioned movies. Just like a setting in a horror scene.

Ark turned away from the slenderman background, repulsed, and started getting ready for school.

He glanced into the mirror and saw a face not too handsome and not too ugly in his opinion.

(Evil Ark) *snort

Ark's skin was pale, as always, and his jet black hair was now all messed up from sleeping. Ark was skinny, so unnaturally skinny that if one saw him without a shirt, they would immediately call 911 to get all sorts of tubes to pump nutrients into his body.

A black iris pierced through the long, ruffled black hair, filled with intelligence. When the light shone upon his eye, a star was waiting to burst out, eager to radiates its glory . The other eye was covered by a black bandana covered with intricate embroidery.

On his neck was a white circular pendant. It resembled a brilliant sun that showered its warmth upon anyone who needed protection. On the back, there were scratches that spelled out ARK.

Ark sniffed his shirt and decided it was time to change. He grabbed a new set of clothes and went down the ladder.

Ark walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When the water was warm enough, he got in. He let out an involuntary groan.

(Ark) "...this is the life"

After he thoroughly wiped himself with toilet paper, (the towel was a bundle of killing-diseases, completely black filth. Although Ark did have suicidal thoughts sometimes, he didn't want to die by wiping himself) Ark quickly dressed himself with a black T-shirt and white shorts, put on the bandanna, grabbed his bag, and silently crept down the stairs.

Ark held his breath while inching down the stairs. Each creak the stairs made took a bit of his life with it. When he finally reached the bottom, he carefully walked along hall as if he was walking in the minefield between the borders of two warring countries.

Suddenly a loud growl came from his stomach, causing a snort to echo from one of the rooms. After silencing the backstabbing traitor of an organ, Ark immediately ran away as quietly as he could, escaping the danger zone.

Ark rushed to the door and flung it open, feeling like a slave who had just learned about the emancipation proclamation, but was then hit by a smell no worse than a rotting garbage truck.

Now attacked by a different threat, Ark ran as fast as he could away from the house.

It was until I couldn't see the mountain of trash when I finally slowed down and risked to breath again. The vile smell finally dispersed from my surrounding and stopped violating the innards of my nose.

Ark walked on the sidewalk that would ultimately lead him to school. He took out his pendant and started to fiddle with it.

While most people hate school, Ark loved it.

(Ark) I mean sure I hated the emotional looks from the counselors when they see me, sure I get bullied, sure that I only have two friends in the entire school, sure I have to watch rich kids eat wonderful meals and all I can do is just stare..

(Evil Ark) I feel like crying.

(Ark) And so do I.

As Ark was brooding over his life choices wondering what and where it went wrong, a shadow crept up on him.

(Voice) "Just where do you think you're going."