Zach

As mentioned more than once, the war against the guests flared up with frightening force and became more merciless every day. The Bacon Hairs, acting on the strict orders of the command, conducted a methodical offensive: they did not just displace guests from their usual territories, they purposefully reduced their numbers, erasing entire locations from the map of Robloxia where they tried to hide. Not only guests were under attack: other species were also at risk if they accidentally stood in the way of the advancing army or at least seemed suspicious.

Zack, like thousands of other soldiers, carried out the general's orders - quickly, precisely, without hesitation or mistakes. His actions were honed to automatism: he moved through the chaos of the battle with cold composure, noticing the slightest details and making decisions instantly. Even in the most crowded, intricate places, where dozens of figures were mixed, he unmistakably singled out among them guests - the very ones who were becoming fewer and fewer every day, almost negligible. Their sparse silhouettes, familiar from earlier peaceful days, now flashed only for a moment, only to disappear immediately.

At the same time, Zack did not touch representatives of other species for no reason - only if they really interfered with the task, such as blocking the way, entering into a skirmish or trying to protect guests. At such moments, his gaze became especially hard, and his movements became extremely sharp: he did not waste a second on doubts. For him, it was not a personal cruelty, but a strict necessity dictated by the regulations and duty to the army. He was accustomed to seeing in every order not cruelty, but the logic of war - cold, ruthless, but, as it seemed to him, inevitable.

Over time, this routine began to leave its imprint on him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he still remembered the boy who had once climbed over the fence just to talk to a visitor, and he was genuinely happy when his new friend's chin began to glow in the dark. But now those memories had to be hidden deep inside.

Zack, of course, has already been described, and at first glance it may seem that his appearance is unremarkable: black gear, a bandana that hides the lower part of his face, heavy boots, gloves and a backpack behind his back. But it is important to understand: all this is not his personal style, but the standard uniform of a soldier of the bacon army. Millions of fighters walk in this form, and from a distance it is almost impossible to distinguish them from each other. This sameness is part of the strategy: to turn the army into a single, almost faceless mechanism, where individuality is deliberately erased for the sake of discipline and intimidation.

However, if you look closer, you can still discern subtle but important differences in this mass of identical silhouettes — and they are the ones that betray the personality hiding behind the mask of uniformity. The main difference lies in the details that the army is not able to completely subordinate to the regulations: in the length of the hair, in the manner of styling it, in the barely noticeable features of the haircut. Most soldiers have their hairstyles left in a looser, "natural" form: the strands lie as they should, without strict fixation, and the form of styling depends on personal habits or even chance. Someone wears their hair a little longer, someone wears it shorter, someone has slightly curly, and someone has straight strands.

But Zach has his own little feature that makes him stand out from the rest: the back of his hair, the back of his head, is neatly gathered in a very short ponytail.

It is because of such nuances that the faceless mass of soldiers ceases to be truly faceless. Individual characters and small habits begin to appear in her.

Zack and Fire became literally inseparable - their friendship turned out to be stronger than any boundaries, prohibitions and even distances that adults so diligently built between species. They complemented each other like two halves of the same story: Fire was quiet, a little shy, often lowered his gaze if he was looked at too intently, and spoke softly, as if afraid to break the fragile silence of the world. And Zach, on the contrary, remained the same mischievous and cheerful boy - he laughed loudly, pulled his friend on new adventures and knew how to find a reason for joy even in the most ordinary things. Together they created their own small, cozy world, where there was no place for enmity, and the only important rule was to be close.
But this bright and sincere friendship did not appeal to Faer's father, the king, who saw the world very differently. For him, his son's association with a member of the "bacon hair" species was not only undesirable, but dangerous: he feared that Faer's softness and openness would one day play a cruel joke on him in the harsh realities of Robloxia. Not wanting to risk the future of his heir, the king made a firm decision: he took Fire to another city in Roblox, away from his usual places, away from the treehouse, and, most importantly, away from Zack.
The parting turned out to be hasty and therefore especially bitter. They had almost no time for long goodbyes, for words that they wanted to say, but got stuck in their throats. But Fire managed to do the main thing - he took a small orange friendship bracelet from his wrist and placed it in Zach's hand. The bracelet was simple in appearance, but there was something special about it: it glowed softly in the dark, as if it held an echo of the same glow that emanated from Faer's hair. And what was even more important - a real, living warmth emanated from him, as if someone was gently warming his palms from the inside. This warmth did not disappear day or night, and as soon as Zach clenched the bracelet in his fist, his heart felt a little lighter - as if his friend was still there, whispering something encouraging and smiling his quiet, slightly shy smile.
Zack does not wear a bracelet.

Zach and Fire quickly became best friends, and their bond proved stronger than any of the inhibitions and prejudices that had surrounded them since childhood. Days flew by one after another, and they tried to spend each of them together: they ran along familiar paths, hid in an abandoned tree house, shared secrets and made plans in which there was no place for hostility between species. For Zach, the friendship was a breath of fresh air—it reminded him of a time when the world seemed simple and straightforward, and the most important thing was just to be around someone who understood you.

Over time, it turned out that Fire was not an ordinary boy from a rare type of guest. He was the son of the king himself, and from the moment he was born, he bore a special stamp: the gift of the Firebird. It was because of this that his hair glowed softly in the dark, as if it contained a piece of real flame. When Fire first told him about it, Zach wasn't surprised—deep down, he seemed to know that his friend was different. But he was sincerely glad that Fire had entrusted him with this secret, he was not afraid to open up and show the side of himself that he was hiding from the rest of the world.

Fire said that this gift appeared for a reason: as if at the very beginning of his life, a real Firebird descended from heaven and touched him with its wing - this kiss of fate gave him an unusual power. The story sounded like a beautiful legend, but there was so much warmth and faith in it that Zach couldn't help but believe it.

One day, they decided to check if Faer's hair really glows in the dark. They climbed into the treehouse, closed the entrance tightly with an old cloth so that not a single ray of light could penetrate inside, and froze in the semi-darkness. At first, it seemed that nothing was happening—there was a thick, almost palpable darkness all around. But after a few moments, a soft golden glow began to spread in the depths of the shelter: it was Faer's hair that began to glow, as if tiny lights had been lit in it. Zach watched it with bated breath and felt goosebumps run down his skin - with delight.

Zach, as soon as he saw the boy, climbed over the fence without hesitation - the boards creaked slightly under his weight, and the grass under his feet gently bent. He came almost close, gently touched his guest on the shoulder and froze, peering into every detail of his appearance, as if he was afraid that he would dissolve like a mirage. He needed to make sure that he was really a real guest, and not a figment of his imagination. Zach glanced at the familiar jeans, black sneakers, the same dark gray sweater on the lock - everything coincided with what he had imagined so many times in his dreams. Convinced that the boy was real, Zach immediately decided to speak.

"Hello!" To be honest, I can't communicate with you.. He blurted out a little confusedly, his voice mingling with excitement and desperate determination to break the prohibition.

The guest437 looked at him with a slight surprise, as if he himself did not believe in what was happening, and quietly answered:

"Me too..

Zach paused for a moment, confused by this unexpected coincidence, and then, to make up for the awkwardness, he bent down and plucked an orange rose from the grass, bright with slightly curled petals.

"I've heard that if you put a rose to your chin, it will glow," Zach muttered, not knowing if he believed in the legend, and immediately put the flower to his chin. Nothing happened, not a spark, not a faint glow. He shrugged his shoulders slightly and added quietly, "See? It doesn't work.

The visitor437 nodded silently, took the rose from him, and did not hesitate to put it to his chin. And suddenly, in a miracle no one expected, the boy's chin glowed softly with a warm golden light.

"Do I succeed?" He asked, a little surprised, but there were already sparks of joy in his eyes.

Zach froze for a split second, and then he couldn't help but smile sincerely, as bright and real as he hadn't had in a long time.

"So Fire—" he said quietly, not knowing where the nickname came from, but feeling it fitted perfectly.

Guest437 froze for a moment:
"I like that name." Let's be friends?..

One day, when little Zach was carelessly wandering through a familiar field, enjoying the warm wind and looking at the blades of grass at his feet, his attention was suddenly attracted by some quiet rustle on the other side of the low fence. He froze, listened, and then slowly moved closer and cautiously peered through the wooden slats.

There, on the other side of the border, stood a little guest, who looked to be no more than six years old. Zach stared at him with bated breath and couldn't take his eyes off: the boy looked really cute, almost like a character from a good fairy tale. His red hair shimmered with a warm yellow sheen, as if the sun's rays had become entangled in it. The strands were lush, lively, arranged in such a way that they seemed almost weightless - and at the same time, not a single one lay just like that: they all seemed to be striving somewhere, gently bending and creating a feeling of a slight mess, which in fact was surprisingly harmonious.

The long bangs stood out especially - they were so lush that they almost covered the eyebrows, giving the boy a slightly thoughtful and at the same time mischievous look. And on the left, at the temple, the strand carefully turned to the side, forming an elegant curl on the top of the head - as if the artist deliberately added this detail to make the image complete.

The boy wore the same characteristic sweater that all the guests wore, dark gray, locked, with a hood, habitually combined with their quiet but recognizable style. And his entire appearance, from his snow-white skin to the black dots of his eyes, was exactly as Zach had imagined it when he secretly dreamed of meeting someone from this rare species.

At that moment, something inside Zack trembled softly. He felt no fear or resentment, only genuine curiosity and mild admiration. He wanted to call out to the boy, call him, tell him about his pranks and listen to him laugh.

So much for Zack's story, the story of what he was like long before he was wearing a heavy soldier's uniform and his gaze was cold and distant.

At the age of seven, Zach was an incredibly mischievous boy - one who could not sit still for a minute. He was always up to some pranks, dragging his friends into his tricks and then dying of laughter, looking at their confused, but cheerful faces. Indomitable energy boiled in him: he "staged a revolution" in the school location, gathering a whole crowd of like-minded people around him, then he came up with crazy games, the rules of which changed every five minutes. His infectious laughter resounded everywhere, and even the grayest days seemed to grow brighter next to him.

At the same time, Zach was very different from most of his peers of his kind - there was not a shadow of that habitual bacon-haired hatred for guests in his soul. On the contrary, he was genuinely curious: he wanted to get to know them, to know how they lived, what they thought, what they felt. In his childish mind, it did not fit why everyone around him was saying that guests were something wrong, someone else's, something that should be avoided. For him, they were just different, and "other" means interesting.

But Zach's parents constantly protected him from any attempts to get closer to guests. They gently but persistently led him aside, changed the subject when he began to question, and each time found an excuse to take their son away from places where representatives of this rare species could appear. Over time, their words increasingly sounded strict notes: "It's not customary", "It's not safe", "You don't need to communicate with them". At first, Zach didn't understand why mere curiosity met so much resistance, and he was offended, and later he learned to simply not bring up the topic aloud — but inside he still kept his quiet desire to talk to a guest one day without looking back at other people's prohibitions.

It is in this contradiction - between his lively, open nature and the rigid framework imposed by the environment.

Zack is a very strict soldier, one of those who does not tolerate the slightest negligence and demands that his subordinates follow the regulations flawlessly. Outwardly, he does not stand out from other fighters of the "bacon hair" species: his equipment - all the same black elements of the uniform, a bandana covering the lower part of the face, and a short ponytail of the head - makes him part of a faceless but formidable war machine. And yet, behind this standard shell hides a much more complex personality than it may seem at first glance.

Zach himself is against the war deep down. He is not delighted with the endless clashes and is well aware of the pain they bring to all parties to the conflict. But the circumstances turned out to be stronger than his personal convictions: the summons from the military registration and enlistment office of Robloxia came before he could do anything, and it was simply impossible to refuse service. He was not afraid to go to the front - moreover, he already had combat experience, and he knew what to expect from the harsh army life.

However, Zack has his own difficult story behind him, which left a difficult mark in his soul, which has not yet healed. Any attempts to start a conversation on this topic are immediately suppressed, hiding the pain behind the usual harshness and dry orders. Perhaps it is this unspoken heaviness that makes him keep to himself and seem even more impregnable than the rest of the soldiers.

In Zack's character, contradictory features are intricately intertwined. On the one hand, he can be a little mocking, and in rare free moments, he sincerely likes to just walk, watching the life of the game locations and forgetting about the military routine for a while. On the other hand, he remains an extremely strict and even cruel commander, especially when it comes to enemies. It does not show a drop of condescension to guests and representatives of other species: in such situations, all its softness disappears, giving way to cold, calculating ruthlessness.

In front of us is a typical representative and at the same time a soldier of the "bacon hair" species, the embodiment of the very military machine that has been dictating its rules in Roblox for so many years. His image is verified to the smallest detail and is completely subordinated to the idea of intimidation and full combat readiness.

He is dressed in black from head to toe, a color that has become not just a choice for army bacon-hair units, but a kind of uniform that emphasizes their cohesion and ruthlessness. He wears a black body armor that fits snugly to his body, and on top of it is a sturdy belt with equipment mounts, hinting that the fighter is ready for any eventuality. The trousers are also black, complemented by massive knee pads: they not only protect in battle, but also give the silhouette additional angularity, making the figure of the soldier more formidable.

On the face is the same bandana that has become a mandatory attribute of all military units of this type. It hides the lower part of the face, leaving only the eyes visible, which makes the fighter's gaze seem especially cold and concentrated. His skin, like all bacon hair, is unnaturally white - this shade contrasts sharply with the dark equipment and makes it noticeable even in the semi-darkness of game locations.

His hair is the same that gave the name to the whole species: red with a brown undertone, shiny, the texture resembling slices of bacon. But unlike the usual lush styling, there is one detail that distinguishes it from the rest: the back of the hair, that is, the back of the head, is neatly gathered in a very short ponytail. This is not so much an element of style as a practical solution - so that the strands do not interfere during the fight.

Behind the soldier's back is a black Kalashnikov assault rifle, a weapon that has long become a symbol of the seriousness of his intentions. Heavy black boots with thick soles confidently step on the ground, emphasizing his readiness for long forced marches and tough clashes. The hands are hidden by black gloves - they protect the skin and at the same time deprive the image of any hint of vulnerability. A black backpack on his back.

The war in Roblox broke out in 2017 - and, to everyone's horror, has not subsided to this day, turning into a protracted, exhausting conflict that has long become part of the everyday reality of the game world. It all started with the fact that the "bacon hair" species openly proclaimed its goal to completely destroy guests - a rare and defenseless species. Their aggressive actions quickly escalated into real terror: attacks took place everywhere, and fear became a familiar emotion for every guest. Realizing how fragile and valuable the guest population is, many characters decided to stand up for them. People and other factions began to create shelters, help guests hide, organize safe routes, and even form small squads for defense. Their motivation was simple: no one should disappear from the world of Roblox just because someone deemed them "superfluous." This piece of equipment has become a kind of symbol of their combat unity. The bandana has a muted shade - white with a slight beige undertone, the fabric looks noticeably crumpled, as if it has gone through many skirmishes and long transitions. Two red wavy lines stretch vertically along both cheeks of the canvas, giving the bandana an ominous, almost ritualistic look. And near the eyelid area, small red rings are embroidered, shaped like the letter "O". These details have no practical function, but serve as a recognizable sign of belonging to army units. The bandana reliably hides the nose and mouth, covering the lower part of the face - this way bacon hair is not only camouflaged, but also seems to erase its own features, turning into a faceless, cohesive force, which is still too difficult to resist.

The "people" species in Roblox is one of the most common and stable: it is neither rare nor endangered, and its number remains almost unchanged from year to year. Unlike guests and bacon hair, this type does not have rigidly fixed standards - everything here is as variable and free as possible. Human Sims have a wide variety of skin colors, ranging from warm beige and olive tones to darker shades, making them visually much more diverse than the other two types.

People's clothes also do not obey a single pattern: someone prefers a sporty style, someone prefers bright outfits, and still others choose minimalism. In addition, they often complement the images with various jewelry: bracelets, chains, hairpins, unusual accessories - all this gives each avatar individuality. Yes, representatives of the "bacon hair" species can also wear something other than the usual black sweatshirt with trousers, but such cases are rather an exception, emphasizing their commitment to the "uniform". For people, the variety of outfits is the norm, part of their identity.

Another important feature of this species is the ability to find a common language with almost everyone. People can calmly communicate with bacon hair, and even with rare guests, building neutral or friendly relationships. However, in the school environment, guests are extremely rare: if they appear, they try not to attract attention to themselves - they wrap themselves in hoods, hide their hair and stay away, as if they hope to remain unnoticed. And it is at such moments that people often become a kind of "buffer" for them: without openly coming into conflict with bacon hair, they can still unobtrusively cover the guest, let him pass or distract attention, thereby maintaining a delicate balance in this difficult game world.

The species "bacon hair" can be called neither excessively rare nor on the verge of extinction - it is quite common in the world of Roblox, steadily maintaining its numbers. At the same time, all representatives of this species, without exception, seem to have a deep dislike for guests from birth: this hostility does not appear over time, but seems to be sewn into their code. Because of this, bacon hair constantly persecutes guests - they make fun of them every now and then, make caustic jokes, and sometimes even arrange targeted harassment, turning the life of guests into a series of humiliating trials.

Boys of this type always have the same hairstyle: red hair with a warm brown undertone, while it effectively shimmers and shines - it is this shine and unusual texture of the strands that create the very resemblance to slices of bacon (we are talking about the texture and styling, and not about the color as such). The strands are slightly raised, including on the forehead and temples, due to which the hairstyle looks lush and voluminous, as if deliberately styled in such a way as to attract attention. Usually, boys wear a black sweatshirt, complementing it with strict black trousers and laconic shoes - this image has become something like an unspoken uniform for them.

The girls follow the same style: they also wear a black sweatshirt, black pants and boots, which is why at first glance they are easy to confuse with boys. However, it is not difficult to distinguish them: the difference is manifested in a softer, distinctly female voice, in the features of the figure, as well as in the shade of hair. Girls' hair is dark red, with a noticeable shine and a deep reddish undertone - they look brighter and more saturated than boys', and give the image a special expressiveness.

An interesting detail: bacon hair, like the guests, has unnaturally white skin - this shade seems to unite two warring species, creating a dark irony in their confrontation. Despite the identical skin tone, the rest of the features make them completely different from each other, and mutual dislike.

Representatives of the "guest" species do not have personal names - their identification system is extremely strict and impersonal. According to the rules of the Roblox world, they are supposed to be called either just "guest" or with the obligatory addition of an individual number. For example, you can hear addresses like "guest899" or "guest1337". Even the use of some harmless pseudonym is actually forbidden for them - any attempts to deviate from the established format are immediately suppressed.

It is not difficult to distinguish guests from other avatars - they have a whole set of characteristic, unchanging features. First of all, the unnaturally white skin catches the eye, which seems to glow against the background of the rest of the characters. Instead of the usual eyes, there are black dots: they are slightly elongated, oval in shape and look a little narrow; By the way, this feature of the structure of the eyes is found in all types in the game, but it looks especially expressive against the background of the snow-white skin of the guests.

The clothes of the guests are always the same - as if there is a single standard approved for everyone. They are wearing a black T-shirt, over which they wear a dark gray sweater with a lock with a hood. The bottom is dark green jeans, almost the color of the forest shadow, and black sneakers on the legs. Guests wear this set at all times, without changing it for anything else, except for pajamas at specially designated moments for rest.

There is one more detail that allows you to quickly determine the gender of the character: girls have light pink hair, and boys have blue hair. True, there are occasional exceptions: you can stumble upon a guest with a different shade of hair or unusual styling, but such cases are a real rarity, almost an anomaly, and therefore each such type immediately attracts attention.

As mentioned, Roblox features many different types of characters, from rare guests to those with bacon hair and the familiar "humans," as this type of species is called. Among them, guests are considered almost an endangered species: they are so rare that sometimes it seems as if they are almost completely extinct. The birth of a character in the guise of a guest is an exceptional, almost incredible event, so it is very rare to meet such a person in the game world.

Avatars with bacon hair are considered much more common - this type is much more common, but at the same time it is distinguished by a pronounced hostility to guests. The attitude towards them varies from ridicule and mockery to outright ridicule: young people usually just make fun of guests or "sneer" at them, but adults of this species sometimes behave much more aggressively. Rumor has it that some of them purposefully hunt the families of guests, trying to completely exterminate them so that there is no trace of this rare species. Because of such hostility, the number of guests continues to decline rapidly - there are very few of them left, literally a few of them, and every day there are fewer and fewer of them.

Roblox in 2026 had a really special atmosphere — there was a kind of amazing cohesion, almost family warmth. Each character in the game was unique in its own way: there were the most extravagant images - such as those with bacon hair - and quite familiar, "ordinary" avatars, which appeared in the game especially often. At the same time, even the simplest of them looked flawless, as if they were created with special care. All these characters lived their own separate, full lives: each had their own habits, routes, small rituals, and together they created a huge, breathing world. But then something so disgusting and disgusting happened that I still don't want to talk about it out loud - just the memories make me sick.