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bleedingichorhearts · 8 days ago

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𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You find yourself in Sol Snyders office: reported by that petty nurse as he had finally acknowledged the reports. However, he’s offers you a new proposition and grants you your request. Strange boss indeed…

TW // Violence, Death.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Chapter II} • {Chapter IV}

“So, I hear you are…disobeying orders?” A rich masculine voice hums. The sound of papers flipping and the smell of a cigar wafting through your mask. You eyes trained on the man in front of you sitting behind his dark wooden office desk. The dark sea behind him being lit up by the glow of the city of Rapture. Creating a sort of… calming yet uneasy aura with the man.

“No sir.”

“No? Then what are these…” He pauses, gesturing to the stack of papering in front of him, leaning back in his leather office chair and taking a drag out of his cigar. “…reports? Hmm?”

“They are…” You pause yourself, swallowing quietly. Your eyes never leaving the man; his own, deep hazel eyes never yours. “…Incorrect, sir.”

“Incorrect how?” His tone goes a bit lower as he blows out the leftovers of his cigar, leaning forward to place his arms on the desk. His head having a slight tilt in it, and a bit of curiosity in his eyes…

“They are from Nurse Chyanne, right?” You take a pretty good guess on who’s been reporting you since the day you got here. Your posture straightening in a more professional manner. “I do not mean to be classified on what she has been reporting me on, but her words are lies sir. I have completed my roles here successfully.”

He hums at you. Judging you of your words as his eyes scan you for a mislead in your them, and your posture, but he finds none. Though, it doesn’t mean you’re off the hook yet. “Then what about the report with the Big Daddy in the patient’s room that you removed?”

Ah, so she did plan it all along. She left the Big Daddy inside of the room to frame you. Probably even hoping it would kill you too.

“That is not my mistake.” You say clearly, making it known you’re not going to beat around the bush on this one, with any of the reports really. “I went into the room without knowing the Big Daddy was still in there. There was no warning.”

“Still in there.” He repeats your words, leaning back a little to look down at the reports. “It is said that you let it out, why?”

“I did not sir.” You defend yourself, your tone never wavering. Posture still straight and professional. “I went in there to do my job and get out. I do not play with the Big Daddy’s. I know what it would cost.”

“If you know what it would cost you then why was it out?” The man asks you, giving you a narrowed side glance. He didn’t like that Big Daddy was out at all. “Why wasn’t it put back?”

You pause at that. Why didn’t it get put back? Sure you were transporting the patient, but you didn’t exactly have enough time to go back and take the Big Daddy back to its own… enclosure. They called you back before you could. “I’m unsure, sir.”

“Please, don’t be so formal.” He grumbles slightly, flipping through the many, many reports of you made from the nurse. “You can call me Mr. Snyder or just Sol: in privacy.”

“Right… Mr. Snyder.”

“Good, now… with your breaking records of reports, most being miniscule and voided… You however, did not put the Big Daddy back. It’s a wonder why you're still alive.” It sounds like he ridicules you, but at the same time he was… approving? It was almost confusing to you. Were you doing good at your job? Were you not? Will you be getting a… penalty? For doing your job?

“Sir— Mr. Snyder… if I may…” You break a bit over your professionalism. You were not going to have that petty nurse do this type of drive by on you, not without your own. It was unprofessional, but at the same time you value your work place.

“…Go ahead.” His tone seems suspicious of you, his form getting up from his chair and towering over you. You had to guess he was at least 6’5”—6’8”.

“I’m not one to fight back with any personnel of this… facility. However, this nurse has been on my back since day one. I would like it if…” You pause, trying to think of an accurate yet passive way to say you want work without the woman breathing down your back like a superior. “…If I could have some breathing space to do my job more accurately.”

“Done.”

“Done?” You blink, not expecting such a quick answer. It was confusing and a bit suspicious, especially in an underwater world like this, and he was the head of it all. Surely he would need to put more thought into it? Or he just doesn’t care? Going through his ear and right out the other?

“Done.” He confirms, inhaling through his mouth, taking a step towards you. Throwing his cigar into the trash near his desk while he was at it. His arms rising up so he can place his hands on your shoulders a bit heavily. His eyes looking down on you with a strange glint and grin on his face. It was… eerie, like a Splicer. You’re not sure what is worse.“You see… I have been monitoring you.”

You wanted to say “you have?” But he cut you off. His head rising up a little in an attempt to make him more professional than eerie. “You have skill, and the dedication that no one else has here.”

“Uh, thank you? Sir?” You really didn’t know what to say to that. Should you be worried that he was monitoring you in the first place? Was that nurse on his side? Surely not, she was rude as hell. Attempted to kill you too!

“Seems like your formality doesn’t leave you.” He chuckles in a lighter tone, seemingly amused. His head tilting at you, dark eyes roaming over your figure. “Makes you all the better.”

‘Makes you all the better?’ You repeat in your head, confused. What in the hell was he going to go on about? If anything at all? He asks you to come to his office because of the many reports on you, lists your flaws then praises you? Just what does he have in-store for you?

“I’m going to… promote you.” He states, and it almost feels random, and perhaps it was. It just feels like you’re getting a whiplash of things in Rapture. Especially with him, he seemed more complicated to figure out than a big daddy.

“Promote?” You say, raising a brow underneath your mask. “What do you mean? I haven’t been here long enough for that to happen… have I?”

The man chuckles again at you, finally letting go of your shoulders and folding his arms in front of his chest. “You have been here for a couple years, I know. I want you to be put on more… potentially difficult situations.”

“Could this affect my health?” You ask, tilting your head at him. You know fully it could affect your health, everything down here could, but you’re not exactly willing to die to some… “misfire.” Sure, you could die to the hands of some Splicers or a Big Daddy, but by your own people? That is not an ideal you’re keen on.

“Everything could be in these sunken ruins.” Snyder snorts the obvious, shifting a bit in his spot. “Are you willing to change your position?”

It takes you a moment to respond, your mind going through the possibilities and the ups and downs. On one hand, you can have the nurse finally off your back, but on the other? You would possibly be monitored more. You wouldn’t be able to “attend” to the “prisoners” like you have been doing, and giving them a better resting place… Depending what he will have you do, but he hasn’t told you anything about it, and you have a feeling he won’t tell you about it either.

“I am… willing,” You confirm, slowly nodding. Trying to figure out if there was some sort of side deal or trick you were possibly walking into. So you put in your own rule. Possibly pushing your luck. “However, I would like to have more time to explore the ruins of Rapture.”

Snyder almost seems surprised by your demand. His eyebrows rising in a bit of questioning then his form seems to relax. Was he expecting you to say something entirely different? Maybe that you were expecting more pay?

“…You would like to explore Rapture?” He questions you in a disbelieving manner. His body leaning slightly back as he places his right, black, gloved hand on his desk, putting his weight on that side of his body.

“Yes ,s— Mr. Snyder.”

“What an interesting demand…” He hums quietly to himself, looking away from you for a moment and out to the city of Rapture. His eyes showing that he was thinking it over before he slowly nods himself. “Very well, I see no harm in such a simple request.”

“Thank you, Mr. Snyder.” You nod slightly to him to show your respect for him, even if you didn’t have any. A weird feeling going to your gut when you do, but you didn’t want to push your lucky anymore than you have today. You know how some employers can be, above or underwater…

“It was a simple request,” He waves you off, shifting his weight to stand up straight again. His jet black, slicked black hair dislodging from its set position and framing his chiseled, porcelain face. His gloved fingers putting the strand of hair back in place. “I can give you the time to explore right now.”

You perk up at his words though, not too much. You didn’t want him to think too differently of you. Your form a bit more straighter; prouder than before.

“However, you’re still not off the hook with that big daddy.” He reminds you quickly, giving you a side glance that seems… sly. You’re not sure to make of that…

“It’s been dealt with, but in the future?” He continues then pauses inhaling as if he was dealing with fools. His hands moving his tie around his neck. “I expect… more from you.”

“Understood, Mr. Snyder.”

“Good. Now that is settled,” He exhales a huff, nearly hissing through his teeth. His arms extending out to lead you out of his office like he was herding you. “I’ll give you some time to rethink your actions, yes?”

“…Right…” You simply say, moving the direction he want you to go. Going to his office door, opening it, and outside of his office where he pauses to close his door before turning back to you.

“I want you back before the next week starts, is that reasonable?” He asks— demands of you. Looking down at you once more while he grasps his hands together, waiting on your word.

“Yes, that is very reasonable.” You respond, making sure to choose your words wisely. You didn’t want him to think you weren’t coming into work either. Not like you had a choice…

“Good! I will send you the details of your… promotion, and then we’ll start there.” He nod, turning away from you. Opposite of the exit of this building. “See you then?”

“Yes, Mr. Snyder.” You nod back at him while he walks away from you. Your form standing there for a second before you take your own turn to leave. Your gear making soft sounds of movement as you walk down the filthy-ish (there was an attempt to clean and repair what is ruined) hallways. Your ears picking up the low, dull sounds of the other contained big daddy’s within the building. They were far away from Sol Snyders’ office, but it just tells you how loud they could be.

Turning a corner, you pass by some other respectable guard’s. Your head giving them a nod in a simple greeting as you make it out alive from meeting up with the man that promised recreation for this city. Their own armored heads nodding, giving their own greeting, nothing much to do besides that. If there was? You would do it in private. Never within earshot or sight of any pesky scientists.

Never has a guard really spoken to a scientist here, it was almost like it was a rule. Don’t speak to the scientists, especially with and/or about the patients. That was possibly the quickest way you could “admit” your temporary charge to them. You had that type of “fair share” experiences with Nurse Chyanne. She just… didn’t like you and always took your charges whenever she could…

Shaking your head, you didn’t like reminiscing on the past too much. To see the blood staining the walls; her hands… To hear their repetitive screams that form into nightmares, and sometimes you think night terror’s, but who’s to judge you? Appoint you to such troubling error of you? No one watches you, no one cares of you like you do to the patients, and you suppose that is okay.

Your blink, trying to shake off your reforming thoughts again, looking in front of you while you made your way to a bathysphere that heads for Arcadia. You really didn’t want to be in Fontaine any longer than you needed to, no one did. It was not a place one would want to experience.

Although, It takes you a moment or two, but the underwater city is silent to you when you exit from the Arcadia bathysphere. Your eyes looking around you, just out of the bathysphere, and at the dark sea beyond the glass.

Has it become night already? Or was it just a cloudy day from above? You don’t see any movement in the waters that could mean there was a storm, but could you even tell if there was a storm going on down in the depths of the sea? Was that even possible? To see a storm underwater? Maybe a shift in the tectonic plates will work? Or a volcanic eruption? Neither was a good thing to think about however. One could create a tsunami and the other? A world of fire.

Walking forward a bit more, through the city and at a comfortable pace. You eye the darkness the gloomy sea was bringing in today. (Or possibly night. You don’t have a watch or phone on you. They were not permitted for reasons unknown...) Every single movement in the dark will be judged by you. You’re not that jumpy, but Splicers were not a joke to mess around with. Especially when one is alone.

You do however, give a jump to a sudden grumble that shakes your bones and the very ground you stand on. Your form freezing in place to look around you like a rattlesnake has been warning you, shaking its tail at you; hissing lowly. Eyes looking through the darkness of Rapture again and again, making sure you’re not missing anything.

Another rumble greets you; more closer, and it takes you a second to recognize the call. Your head turning to look out the glass tunnel. A sense of familiarity washing over you as a glow of green elopes you.

It was all you could see for a second. The bright green glow. You had thought you had a strange anglerfish trying to eat you just outside the glass before you recognized the bulky figure behind the glow. The hunched over form, red strips and harpoon… The Elite Bouncer. The one you see almost every time you walk back and forth between Nicks building and Arcadia.

The familiar Bouncer greets you with a low, whale-like whine as if the Big Daddy has missed your presence. His free hand coming up to slowly place once more on the glass of the tunnel. Silently urging you to do the same, you can feel it. You don’t know how, but you just do. Your own hand coming up to press up against the glass, feeling the smooth coldness of it.

You stay there for a bit longer than you had the first time you had put your hand up to the glass and do this tiny ritual with the Big Daddy. Observing the Elite over and over again like his creation was something to admire.

Your hand twitches under the shadow of his. Your head looking slightly behind you as you had thought you had heard some glass or a can roll behind you. Your eyes looking around behind you once more as the Bouncer coos curiously at you, wondering what you're looking for. Why are you not looking at him? Why do you always look away, and walk away from him? He doesn’t really understand it…

You hear something move again. This time your whole body moves around to give the sudden intrusion your full attention. Your eyes carefully scanning the area around you. A flicker of yellow showing in your peripheral vision before it turns back to green. Another groan living the Bouncer, trying to get your attention again. He doesn’t have much of it, but he wants it.

A dark flash appears in your peripheral vision this time. Your head snapping towards the dark movement while your crouch a little, readying yourself. Your rifle that you always carry on you close to you; aiming. The area behind you shifting to a solid yellow color. Never changing back to green.

You take a few cautious steps forward. Your aim never wavering. Your fingers ready on the trigger while you flick off the safety with a click. Another flash of black capturing the side of your vision again, causing you to look towards it in caution.

…A slight mistake on your part.

You grunt at you feel something land on your back and slashing into your shoulder, ripping out the layer of your armored gear there. Your body stumbling forward as the sudden weight on your back leaves. The area around you turning into a red color while you recover quickly.

“Ooooo! What a bummer!” A feminine voice cry’s with a mocking tone, and it sounds like she’s to your right then left? Up and down? Was this the supposed “Spider Spicer?” “Your outta sight gear is lame!”

You huff, keeping a keen eye out now. Knowing what your enemy is; what they do. Trying to focus on the most dark spots, or even the most unsuspecting spots of the glass tunnel rather the blaring red glaring through the glass.

“Ooo, looks like daddy is mad! Yet no sister is around! How curious…” You feel like you’re hearing two of her, and perhaps you are as you quickly turn to block a flying object coming right at you. Your hand blocking it, and you can feel the object burning your hand, going straight through your glove while you hiss out and drop the… hook? Your rifle still in your other hand.

Another weight settles on your back. The object trying to dig into your shoulder again for a longer duration. Trying to rip your armor apart and get to your skin or even trying to gut you depending what they were aiming for.

Though, this was getting stupid, and fast.

A bit frustrated at their attempt to kill you. You quickly reach up and grasp at the being that sits on top of you. Your fingers digging to their skin to get good a hold of them and throw them off of you with a grunt. Their form giving a screeching howl once they slam against the ground.

“Meanie! Meanie!” The woman wheezes and cries, scrabbling to get back up on her feet, trying to escape you once more. “Did you see that! They threw me! They threw me!”

You take a quick step forward. Your intention is to not let her get away. The boot of your foot landing straight onto her ankle, threatening to break it as she yelps out.

“You should really know how to greet people properly.” You scowl lowly at her, leaning forward to look into her bunny masked face. Her eyes widening at your sudden closeness. She didn’t think she would get caught.

“Please! Mercy!” She’s begs loudly, ringing your ears. Her own tears threatening to spill, but you believe it’s fake. She was using plural sentences after all…

Another grunt leaves you as you stubble to the side, more harshly this time. Hitting the glass of the tunnel with a weird tink. A heated hook desperately trying to tear into your armor. The smell of burning fabric greeting your nose.

You need to act fast. Sure your armor will last, but it’s not immortal, even when burning. You're just lucky the hooks weren’t sharp. Though, that could mean they were aiming to make your death painfully slow.

You take the risk to grasp at the heated hook, feeling it burn at your skin as you give another heave to throw the other person off of you. It was successful, but the other woman had recovered. Slamming back into you by your front, slashing at your torso. A raged filled cry leaving her.

Fuck, you didn’t think the Splicers would be hard to kill, or at least these ones. They looked rather weak, fragile… You arm comes up quickly, blocking another slash at a cost. The hook impaling straight through your arm as you bite your lip to quite yourself, glaring into the eyes of the woman while you make quick work of her. Pulling the hook out of your arm and thrusting it right back at her.

Blood splatters onto your face while you blink rapidly. Your subconscious telling you to move your head to the side, and you do. The sound of something cracking ringing through your ear before you even realized what happened.

Your other attacker had just created a hole within the glass tunnel, near your head. The both of you looking at the hook embedded into the glass, water leaking through the tiniest openings, and to the angry Big Daddy outside. A very low guttural growl leaving him.

“Do not.” You warn either one of the two. Your other attacker: another woman with a wolf mask this time, considers your warning. Her eyes looking at the woman in front of you with her own hook in her bloody head. Her eyes lifeless.

The Big Daddy however, does not. Another rumbling growl coming from him. Causing the water tunnel to crack more as the wolf masked woman continues to stare before she looks up to you.

“Oopsies.”

Is all she says with a sly grin, ripping the hook out of the glass. The water pressure getting too high and completely shattering the tunnel. Absolutely body slamming you in a wet, suffocating darkness. Your mind going immediately hazy at the pressure of the water as you're forced to let go of the lifeless woman in shock before everything seemingly fades. A whale call and the sound of resting water greeting your ears.

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bioshook-wynand · 1 year ago

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Since my friend and I are playing Bioshock 1, i wanted to share some of the things that have happened so far:

- We sat and watched the plane fully sink

- "OUGH?!" < her reaction to the giant Ryan statue

- Right off the bat she didn't trust Atlas and said his wife and child aren't real

- Every security bot is named Jeff

- The wrench is also Jeff(rey Bezos)

- We spent 30 minutes trying to get to Steinman because I forgot I has to throw the bombs at the debris blocking the entrance

- We went through 4 nitro splicers before I realized something wasn't right. I do this everytime. I literally replayed Bioshock like 2 weeks ago and forgot how to do that

- I've died more times in this playthrough than I ever have in Bioshock 1

- Keeps asking me if Atlas is evil, I keep telling her no and that he's my babygirl

- I've been spoon feeding her Atlas propaganda so hopefully she'll trust him by the end

- LOVES the little sisters, terrified of big daddys. She screamed the first time we had to fight one

- I tried to get the first bouncer stuck behind the register in the Medical Bay, but absolutely shredded him before I could

- The women were too stunned to speak

- We sat under the floor of the McCracken Crab trying to kill a Rosie. I died.

- I also hid under the floor of the Fisheries and smacked Splicers that walked overhead

- I got killed by a (different) Rosie like 5 times before I finally killed her

- Also ran from the third Rosie repeatedly before I finally killed him

- She chose target dummy for our first real plasmid

- I've only ever used it when losing control of the plasmids. So I've only used it once-

- Me: God I hate Andrew Ryan

Her: Bash his brains in

Me: *Hephaestus flashbacks* Oh I'm gonna

- Spider splicer: *angry screeching*

Me: New wife for you

Her: Great, thanks

- Hates it everytime I say "Snappies"

- I spent way too long looking for the final spider splicer before realizing I could take a picture of a dead one

- She did trust Peach Wilkins though (Somehow??)

- "I've got a really bad feeling about this" intensifies

- Yelled "THIS IS YOUR MAN⁉️" When Atlas walked out and almost missed Ryan's speech and the splicers bc of it

- Predicted the sub would blow up, but was shocked when it actually did

- I think she begrudgingly trusts Atlas now, his acting is peak

- I also went on a 2 minute rant about him and she made fun or me the entire time

- *finds a crawlspace full of Atlas posters*

Me: Oh my god, this is where I live!!

Her: NO

Me: With my Atlas posters and my.. Pistol bullets??

Her: N O !!

- #1 Langford stan (she's in love with her)

- Got jumpscared by the Houdini splicer that appears behind you (We both screamed)

- I was laughing bc his shadow was looming over us, then slowly turned around and we had a staring contest before I finally shot him in the face

- I've literally never seen him just sit there before?? He always disappeared as soon as I turned around. Wild

- She compared Langford writing the code on the window to 11307 from Danganronpa (iykyk)

- Cue disappointed sighing (Not really, I laughed really hard)

- This entire playthrough has just been me aggressively hitting on Atlas and her reevaluating our friendship

- Not even the posters are safe

- "Who is Atlas?"

Me: My husband

Her: UGH

- Saying "This is for me!!" every time I see an Atlas poster

- She is genuinely considering killing me

- Made me harvest a little sister to see what would happen 😔 We reloaded tho it's okay

- I've found so many secrets in this playthrough, including a vent that goes to a meat locker in the Farmers Market

- It felt like I was getting chased by everyone in Rapture while trying to make the Lazarus Vector

- I also (somehow) shot the big daddy in Langford's office while fighting splicers

- That was terrifying

- *Enters Fort Frolic* Me: It's about to get real silly

- I've been hyping up Cohen this entire time because I knew she would like him

- Unfortunately, she does

- She gagged at the "expectant mama" line

- Got jumpscared AGAIN by the splicer in the basement of Sinclair Spirits

- "SINCLAIR WHAT THE FUCK"

- I can never find the record store when I play Bioshock, this time was no different

- I gave up and went after Hector instead

- When we met Silas Cobb she yelled "KITTENS??"

- She agrees Silas is a discord mod

- We spent like 2 minutes straight trying to catch Hector and Silas

- I also got jumped by a bunch of splicers every time I tried to kill a bouncer

- She lost it at Cohen walking down the stairs

- "HIS GAY ASS WALK"

- I smacked Cohen after his speech and immediately ran

That's all so far, but we'll hopefully play some more this week!

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