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𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕯𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖍𝖘:

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This is funny, I used to fear this game.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You’re suddenly assigned to the underwater city of “Rapture” that was supposedly classified as a myth; built somewhere in the 1950’s.

However, the more you worked underneath the wealthy mans’ name. The more that you realize is how things are done around this corrupt air pocket. Experiencing things that should never even happen to a sinful human.

So, when you could, without the eyes of other staff. Treated the people down here the best you could within your position. Gaining some jealous eyes, hateful eyes and even adoring ones, but what happens when that turns into a one of obsession? Possession? Devotion?

𝕬𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: Just in case you wanted to know what a Big Daddy sounded like, here. Big, underwater tin man loud.

TW // Imprisonment, organized crime?

Pulling the black ski mask down on my head. I adjusted the bottom of it, tucking it into the black combat shirt underneath the vest. Then I adjusted the collar of the shirt and grabbed the protective goggles on the coffee table and slid it over my eyes before putting my helmet on.

Strapping the helmet on comfortably. I looked around in the living room, scanning the area, making sure to double check that I got everything. Patting myself just in case.

Hand ties? Check.

Radio? Check.

Night vision goggles? Check.

Protective gear? Check.

Handgun? Check.

Knife? Check.

Frag grenade? Check.

Rifle? Spotting it leaning on the wall, I went over and picked it up. Unloading the mag, I counted the mag full of bullets before reloading it back into the gun. Check.

Nodding to myself, I made my way out of the room and locked the door behind me with the skeleton key provided to this vintage room. Waiting for a click! I turned the key and took it back, placing it back into my front pocket for safe keeping.

Fiddling with the door, I made sure it was locked before I headed off to the elevator to start off my day in this mythical, abandoned underwater city of “Rapture.”

This city was unpredictable and dangerous; filled with mindless, mutated people addicted to this… serum called “ADAM.” Most of the people or what’s left of them became dependent on that cursed source. It’s what changed them to become those “Splicers.”

That ADAM was no joke or “cure” to mess with. I’ve seen it in the works. How the person's body shifted, screaming out in pain when they injected that long, metal needle into themselves with it. Becoming an unstable person you have never met before.

Processed ADAM or “Plasmids” were— are still a painful thing to watch a person inject themselves with, but the benefit of it was you didn’t quite get influenced by it as much as you did with raw ADAM. You also gain a “superpower” whether it is electricity, ice or fire coming out of your fingertips. Insects, or telekinesis, you had one of those out of 11 documented. Some even have been lucky enough to receive all 11.

However, such power has its side effects. You’ll need EVE to restore your ability to power such a mutation, and with many wanting to use that power, they went crazy without it. Going as far as overdosing on ADAM in hopes to power them up. Which ultimately, was probably this city’s downfall.

Though, this man called “Sol Snyder” said he will make this city prosper once more. Rebuild what has fallen, remake the city as it once was. Make it even better than it was, but the more I work beneath him. The more I disagree with his work and how he was achieving this recreation.

“Mornin’ Guard.” The host of this building greeted, handing out a brown paper bag to me. “Figured ya needed somthin’ to eat while yer’ out there protectin’ my buildin’. I never see ya bring anything with ya.”

Taking the paper bag in my hands. It crinkled throughout the empty lobby as I opened it up to see what kind of a soul this older man was.

“I got cha a classic ham and cheese sandwich and a small bag of chips with a small apple juice box. Gotta keep ya strong out there!” The man said, taking his dark blue cap off, showing his bald spot on top of his head. “I know it ain’t much, but I can’t let a younglin’ like you wanderin’ about my buildin’ without rewarding ya for yer troubles.”

I tipped my head to him in appreciation and lightly folded the paper bag back up. This meal was going to be far better than what that lab would provide. Sure, their… mush was packed with proteins and vitamins, and it tasted a little better if you added some milk with it like it was oatmeal, but it still never compared to real food.

“Glad you liked it! Now get along there! Your friend is watching for ya.” The man informed, putting his cap back on. His white hairs floofing out at the sudden replacement of the cap. His body turning around to continue his duties as the host of his building, whistling away.

What a kind, old man. Giving me a fraction of his food. Giving me a place to stay instead of staying in that lab. He was one of the first people I’ve met here. Found each other when we got lost around in the city. The many water tunnels making it a little confusing on which build was which. Many signs were destroyed and withered still.

I remember our first encounter. He was wandering the city, going through areas he hasn’t seen yet. Areas that were prohibited to civilians like him which is where I met him on the first day on the job. Immediately tasked to keep people out where they shouldn't be.

He looked so confused about where he was, looking like he didn’t put himself in a dangerous situation, but was thankful that I had found him. The fear of encountering a Splicer and having to kill one running from his mouth.

Admittedly, I tried my absolute best to relocate him back to his building while he talked about his daily things he does down here. How it was calming to live underwater and watch the fish swim around the buildings despite the threat of the Splicers. How he has to trade some items to get some necessities in return down here and I got it easy. Since I was armed and working underneath Sol Snyder. It apparently grants you more privilege.

Finally leading him the right way to his building. He suddenly offered me a room at his building that he had owned from generation to generation, and his name “Nickolas Zimmerman” or “Nick” for short.

Extending his hand out in a hopeful deal, I took it. Seeing how this underwater world really was more dangerous than it sounded from up above and 'Nick' here sounded like a good person. I could see why he offered me a room without having anything in return. He wanted to feel safer.

Turning back around to my own duty’s. I continued my way through the city. Going through the glass water’s tunnels that provided a safe way to travel from building to building without having to drown or get pressurized from the water. Great underwater scenery too.

There were high kelp stalks reaching almost halfway on some of the tallest underwater buildings here. Neon signs glowing and flickering out in the water, pointing to whatever that building held. The water was murky, but that’s what you get for being in an underwater city. Most of the time it was a clear blue-ish green. The bottom of the sea untouched, unless there was a school of fish swimming about like some tuna or if you’re lucky enough an occasional whale or shark.

I question how one built such an underwater city without it exploding by the pressure? How did they get oxygen down here? How did they make this city without drowning? This city was made in the 1950’s. I’m sure they didn’t have the right equipment back then for them to not have a casualty.

A whale-like groan shook me from my thoughts as I stopped and looked over through the water tunnel. A Big Daddy mining away at some rocks. His harpoon drilling into the solid object, creating a brief rise up of sand on the bottom of the sea.

If I remember correctly, this was an Elite Bouncer. Judging by how he had red stripes over his suit and his hand is equipped with a harpoon rather than the original drill. He was assigned in this selection of the city to remove or collect the minerals here for improvement for the city.

The Bouncer groaned again. His bioluminescent pothole's flickering to a yellow then green before he jumped. His form floating seamlessly through the water to come closer up to the tunnel. Bring up the sand beneath his boots when he landed.

Bringing my hand up against the glass. I could feel the vibrations this Big Daddy gave off as he rumbled. His whale-like call going through the glass, giving me goosebumps as his free hand slowly came up on the other side of the glass. Practically engulfing my hand in his shadow. Leaving me impressed once more on how much bigger these beings were.

These beings were very interesting to me. How much bigger they could get. How they seemed so slow, yet so fast at the same time. It was an almost freaky thing to think about. How such a thing of old scuba armor could make such a loud sound of a whale. They were supposed to sound haunting, but they never could to me.

I found them more… comforting.

A buzz reminded me of my own assignment today. The small tablet on my wrist lighting up. The slight annoyance souring my mood. With a sigh, I tapped the glass in a goodbye. Leaving the Big Daddy to do his assignment while I had to go do mine. A low, longing moan leaving him as I moved away from the glass. Heading for the “Welcome Center” of the city.

“Ah! Glad you’re here.” The female scientist greeted, shoving a man in nothing but a dirty white, medical dress towards me. His chains on his wrists clinking together as he stumbled forward. “Take this subject here to Fontaine Futuristics and it shall be assorted from there.”

Taking the man from his arm. I steadied him back up on his feet. Feeling how skinny this man had gotten on his arrival here. He must have been lean and well-fed before being sent here.

Wait, Fontaine Futuristics? What did this man do to deserve such an ending?

“Well? Get along, it’s best for them to get there earlier.” The scientist said, waving her hand at me. Shooing me off.

I inhaled, annoyed by this scientist's attitude already as I grabbed the bag on top of his head, pulling it off of him.

Static, jet black hair came out of the bag first then his steel blue eyes that blinked around quickly. Trying to readjust to his new surroundings. His cuffed hands holding onto my arm for support despite him being a head taller than me.

“Hold on, why are you taking the bag off its head?” The cocky scientist asked, looking up at me from her clipboard. Her brown eyes sternly looking at me through her rectangle glasses like I was stupid.

“Would you prefer a healthy subject? Or a poor one?” I countered the arrogant scientist. Watching how her eyes darkened, glaring at me.

“Hmmph! It’s not like it would survive anyways.” She huffed before turning around to go who knows where. Probably to go report me like she always does.

Gently pulling the man forward. I led him into a bathysphere and selected my destination to “Arcadia” before I could go to “Fontaine.” The bathysphere jerking before it closed the door and sending us off to Arcadia.

“W-Where... am I?” The man hesitantly asked after a moment of silence. His eyes looking at everything but me. Unsure if he should be asking questions.

“You are in the northern Atlantic Ocean, west of Iceland.” I responded, shifting my weight. The sound of the water flowing against the bathysphere filling the background noise.

“I’m… in the ocean?” He spoke, puzzled. Watching as we moved through the water. “How is that possible?”

I hummed, shifting my weight again as the bathysphere stopped us at Arcadia. The whole sphere shaking before settling down and opening the door.

Grabbing a hold of the man again. I pulled him forward and led us both to a different bathysphere and selected for Fontaine. Going through the same shaking process of it starting up before going through the water.

“…What did you do to be brought here of all places?” I broke the silence. Knowing that people that were criminals, insane or political dissidents were to come here and deserve such a fate.

“I…I killed a household… with my bare hands.” He admitted, looking down at his cuffed hands.

"Ah." That would do it.

“I…I thought I was going to prison?” He questioned, glancing over at me. Looking almost sorry about what he had done, but that’s how they get you I suppose.

“This… is similar. In a way.” I answered, taking the man by the arm again as the bathysphere shook and stopped. The door opening for us to get out.

The man hummed this time. Following me wherever I pulled to lead him. Going deeper into the building of Fontaine and into Fontaine Futuristics.

“And what’s this place?” He asked, looking around him once more.

“This is your prison. Your cell. Your recreation.” I said, reciting that last part from an old, repeated recording. Leading him into a hallway.

“My… recreation?” He hesitated, looking at the long hallway filled with armored cells. Whale-like calls and groans leaving them.

Passing the cells, the man observed the Big Daddy’s inside of them. From Bouncers, Rosies, Rumblers, and Lancers. Each one looking different from one another by body shape.

Bouncers were shorter, but heavy. Their entire torso, covered by a giant metal carapace. Their helmets studded with 8 lit potholes. A drill attached to its right arm. Meant to drill the deep-sea rocks for city expansion, just like the Elite Bouncer I saw on the way here.

Rosies were a bit taller than Bouncers. Their upper torso covered by a higher type of metal carapace, their diving helmets welded to it and three large lit portholes for them to “see.” They typically are equipped with large Rivet Guns and are to restore panels and windows.

Rumbers were almost the same as the Rosies. Just more mobile, less armored and supposedly set with RPG’s, but for… civilized purposes they do not have them.

Lancers are slimmer, slightly taller, and decorated Big Daddy. They hold an Ion Laser as a weapon and are ‘supposedly’ to be a ‘finished’ version of the Rosies.

It makes me wonder what the unfinished or unsuccessful ones were.

“What… are they?” He asked, looking between the many blocks and different variations of Big Daddy’s.

“They are called Big Daddy’s.” I responded, slowly taking him down the corridor.

“What’s their purpose?”

“A selective few mine the minerals on the ocean floor. Another repairs or builds more to the city and some are to bond to little sisters.” I informed him of what I know. A Big Daddy groaning out at us as we passed his block.

“Little sisters?”

“I believe, that is enough for you to know.” I stated, opening another section of the building. The screams of people echoing down it making the man tense up in my arms.

“Am I... supposed to become one of them?”

“I do not know what they will have in store for you.” I said, tugging him forward when his 'fight or flight' nerves kicked in. Pulling him further down the hallway. “I just transport and protect.”

A curdling scream made the man jump. His eyes looking around for the source. Any chance to find a way out of here.

“That— those are men. Screaming men.” He uttered.

I didn’t say anything except lead him in his cell watching as he observed his new surroundings. His new home. His new death bed, unless he was lucky.

“It's… scary here.” The man admitted, shivering in his spot. Either by coldness or his fear. “Please let me out. I’ll do better.”

“I... can’t be sure of your survival.” I spoke, my heart clenching in my chest. This wasn’t right. It never was. “You cannot be sure of your survival.”

“Please? I’ll do better, I promise.” The man begged, his form stumbling a little closer to me. His chest quickly rising up and down, on the verge of hyperventilation.

Quickly taking the side of his face with my hand, I shushed him. Moving my thumb up and down his jawline when he slowly accepted the gesture, nuzzling into my hand.

“Please, I’ll do better.” He begged again. His glossy eyes looking up at me.

“You know I cannot." I whispered, not trusting my voice nor the cameras that are set up around the area. "Look at me, I put you in this cell."

A whine left his throat like many others before him. His face nuzzling back into the palm of my hand. A rouge tear falling down his cheek.

“I will try my best to make this more of a… agreeable experience for you.” I stated, thumbing the tear off his cheek. My tongue twisting in my own mouth, jaw clenching, trying not to cry myself.

My heart could only clench harder in my chest as the man sobbed into my hand. The weight on my shoulders growing increasingly more heavy.

𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕯𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖍𝖘 II

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