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𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕯𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖍𝖘:

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This is funny, I used to fear this game. This can also be found in my “ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ” if you would like to be tagged.

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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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Big Daddy (4/4)

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My Big Daddy and I committed outrageous crimes and were responsible for not only the people who funded my work, but the workers themselves. It was safe to say, I was no longer employed.

But it didn’t matter. Rapture was falling to pieces and fast. Apparently Ryan had been killed by a splice, so we’d already lost the ‘mayor’ of the sea city. Everyone was trying to flee, but because the black market routes had been shut down, it was in vein. And it was a blessing in disguise, because people were more focused on saving themselves than tracking down the person who was somewhat responsible for all this.

I knew what I had did. It was probably wrong, but in reality, everyone in this damned city was just as cruel and selfish as I was. Those elites? They pushed themselves to the top. My former coworkers? They were just as fine with experimenting on other human beings. The Big Daddies? They were programmed to be monsters.

The only ones who didn’t deserve this was those poor Little Sisters, of whom I had failed.

But that didn’t matter; what mattered was surviving with Martín.

After we fled the lab, carnage wrecking the path we went through, I knew to go home first. But not for long; only to load up on food, oxygen, and clean water. Then, we left to hide away in an abandoned market stall. I could tell from the bodies inside that the splices had cleared it out. The market had already experienced a wave, so I knew eventually scavengers would try and break into the tiny store. However, I kept it shut and I had my Big Daddy to protect me.

But I could only wait so much. I knew that resources would grow scarcer with time, and even if Rapture citizens dying outside kept me safe from the splices, it was only a matter of time before everyone was dead and the splices would only have me to hunt down.

So, as I finished up the last of my stale bread, I resigned myself.

I motioned Martín closer. “Martín,” I called. “Come.” He obediently towered behind me and I peered up at him. He placed his hand on my head, crouching down slightly. “We have to go. I know how we’ll be able to do so. Ryan… he always managed to go to the surface himself to fetch employees. When we first arrived wit Rapture, I helped him install a port for his personal submarine. Because Ryan is already dead, he couldn’t have stolen it. So, it will be ours now.

“And I promise to you, Martín, when we reach the surface, I will give you the best life I can. I know what I did was wrong. You should feel flattered, really; I’ve never cared so much about another creature. But perhaps that is because you’re no longer human.” I chuckled dryly. “Regardless, you will have to do your best to protect me. I’ll try to find a gun, but there’s no guarantee that there’s any that aren’t rusted and broken.”

He let out a whale noise. From a distance, I heard another whale call. But I knew that indicated a dangerous mutation of a Big Daddy, which was probably protecting a Little Sister. It was good to steer clear of those, even if they were once intended to be protectors of us.

Martín was rather disagreeable for a Big Daddy. It must’ve been a malfunction in the system. He was never able to communicate well with its brethren.

That didn’t matter, though. Martín was perfect for me and my needs, so that’s what mattered.

After cleaning up, I began packing up my things. The plan was to go through the back alleys of the marketplace until I reached the lab’s back entrance. If the door was still locked somehow, despite the collapse of most of Rapture’s technology, I could just ask my Big Daddy to drill through it. After that, I’d take a shortcut through the surgery room to Ryan’s office and take the secret passage to the underground submarine port. From there, it’d all be smooth sailing.

I opened the door after moving the shelve barricades out of the way. When I opened the door, the back alley was desolate. I had a stolen spear at the ready, although I knew most of the potential damage toward splices would be administered by Martín.

I emerged into the main lobby. The ocean was visible from through the glass ceiling. The chandelier had previously crashed and shattered agains the lobby floor, so I chose my steps carefully. When I was near the center, I peered ump at the second floor. The entire marketplace was deserted, except for some Little Sisters running around and Big Daddies loyally trailing behind. It was the first time I had so carefully seen my sketched-out Big Daddy designs at work so closely. When designing them, I gave each a humanoid name.

I saw a Rosie with one little girl, and a Rumbler with another. They looked incredible in action. S docile yet ready to attack at the switch of a button. I mentally patted my own back from my genius work.

I began ascending the stairs. My Bouncer Big Daddy stomped behind me. I made sure to keep my pace slow enough for him to follow closely. Over the months of progress, I had adjusted my walking speed for him.

When I reached the second floor, we were able to pass through with ease. Only two splices attacked us. I even got a few focused hits on one of them. However, I knew not to remain long because splices often hoarded with their species, which indicated others were certainly around.

I wish I had thought through making the Bouncer prototype lighter on his feet. I made a mistake making the suit so large and clunky and slow to walk in. But at that time, there weren’t nearly as many splices as there were now.

I exited the market, putting on my wetsuit and oxygen tank. My flippers were difficult to walk in the last final steps, but when we both stepped into the ocean, I floated over the stone, manmade steps with ease. At least my Big Daddy could swim easily.

“Martín,” I spoke, although the oxygen mask muffled my speech. “We need to get to the lab quickly. Can you take me?”

He let out a whale noise, his hand encircling the majority of my waist. It pulled me to his chest, to which I wrapped my arms around its large helmet. With that, I heard the Bouncer’s feet eject and the jet I installed before it all went to shit started up.

The city was deserted. Rapture was always quiet, and I used to appreciate that. But now, it was just eerie. As we swam down the streets, my heart mourned for the destroyed structures. We passed over the crumbled bridge that used to connect to tall skyscrapers. Entire buildings had collapsed, having been scratched down by the splices.

I felt bad for my involvement. But I refused to take the blame for creating a city that was doomed to fall. The leader was weak, and with that weakness, he conjured just as weak of a city. But I was not. Call me what you want, but I was not weak. Not like all the other vermin that once crawled the city.

Martín eventually slowed. We stopped at the front steps of the lab. The entire front glass door that opened the visitor center was burst down, so water still flooded the entire inner body as we entered the lobby. I would’ve thought that splices would be crawling all over the area, and yet they were not. I presumed that they were either hoarding deeper within the lab or had completely taken over my former workplace.

As we entered through the door through the lab, the door being unscathed, I became on edge. I took off my flippers and stowed them in my bag. There was no water throughout the interior of the lab. That meant that the lab still had some functionality. And that was a surefire sign that some of my coworkers were still fending the ADAM monsters off.

As we walked down the hall, the lights occasionally flashing from motion detectors, I felt despair. I strolled down where the stage one for Big Daddy creation, the once impenetrable glass cells, were. Most were shattered and some held corpses of Big Daddies that had failed to fulfill their duty and fight off splices. I noticed that as I passed through the final door that led into the surgery room, a functioning camera trailed after my figure.

My heart thudded in my chest. The surgery room was completely pitch black. I feared for the worst, ready to fend off a hoard of splices as I reached for the light switch.

However, I wasn’t prepared for the sight in front of me when the light flickered on.

Doctor Steinman stood in the center of the room, operating on the corpse of a naked woman. He was dismembering her face, playing with some of her flesh in his gloved hands. He immediately noticed me, but I saw his eyes. His eyes, dark and piercing, were that of a madman. That much was sure.

He suddenly sloppily smeared the flesh on his tongue, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. He then clasped his hands together. “Y/n L/n! And here I thought I’d never see you again. How are you doing?” he squealed maniacally.

Shivers rolled down my spine, and I took a step further into the room. “…I’m alive. And it appears that you are as well. Me and Martín were just passing through, so I won’t disturb you for much longer.”

He hummed thoughtfully, suddenly wagging his finger at me. Without fear, he began approaching. Out of the corner of my eye, the Big Daddy’s light became yellow. “You know what you need? A make-over. I promise I’ll treat you well. A make-over can ease the pain. After all, nothing is more important than beauty,” he ranted. “Don’t you agree, Y/n? Conjuring the most beautiful person has been my goal ever since I was born on this Earth. And you may be a critically acclaimed genius, but you’ve got your goals wrong. Whatcha-ma-call-its, your robot creations, are missing out critically on one thing - they must be beautiful. Who cares about strength or agility? I know that is why you had me fired. We have a fundamental difference in our moral and belief system. And for that, I forgive you. But don’t you think you owe me for robbing me of all my resources?”

He stopped but a few feet away, an impish, evil grin present on his rugged face. He barely blinked, watching me with interest.

“I would step back and stop moving, if I were you,” I warned with a threatening undertone. “Martín here is designed to kill anyone who moves at all near me. So, believe me, you will find it impossible to get your filthy, skank hands on me, Steinman. You can simply let me pass through and your life will be spared.”

He quirked a brow, analyzing me with suspicion. “Oh, I know. I’ve very much heard of Martín Baudelaire’s ambitious endeavors. I’m not a total shut-in, you know. I was just making polite small talk, don’t you agree? I know you are not a conversationalist, but I thought you’d at least feel pity for robbing me of my life.”

“You seem to be coping just fine,” I replied through gritting teeth. “Now step away. I have no time to waste.”

“On the contrary,” he giggled. “You have all the time in the world now. Why not stick around for a cup of tea? It’s not as though you have anything better to do. I’m surprised you have yet to abandon your workaholic ways, even with a subservient creature that bends to your every whim.”

I took a step toward him. With widened eyes, he took a step back. I took another step forward, my glare resting on his shocked expression. After a few steps, he caved, skittering away into the corner. He crouched into the floor with his head in his hands. I heard him muttering nonsense as he had seemingly forgotten of my existence.

I sighed loudly and continued on my path. Once again, I noticed the camera following me as I exited through the door.

I opened out into another hallway with a wooden interior. I followed it until I reached Ryan’s office. There was the entire door missing. In fact, the entire wall had crippled in the shape of a Bouncer Big Daddy. My heart stopped, and I wondered if someone had stolen the submarine from me.

In fact, the wood floorboards were cracked as I retraced the steps to the secret tunnel. When I reached where the shelf that covered up the entrance was, the shelf was cracked. I didn’t even have to enter the code, as I could enter with ease through the hole.

I had Martín following close behind me. In fact, before I completely descended the path to the dock, I easily decided to order the Big Daddy to carry me. It cradled me in his arms as he continued the journey for me. My mind was conjuring the worst. The idea that I would never escape Rapture and I’d die alone because I knew I would outlive Martín and he would degrade from constant attacks.

But when we pulled up the the metal room, I was met with another sight. Standing in front of the pod was Yi Suchong. And covering every wall of the room was Bouncer Big Daddies. However, each had a more dangerous weapon attached to their arm in replacement of the drills. Anything from guns, spears… Things that were equipped to kill a human.

My blood ran cold as I finally met Suchong’s stare. His eyes twinkled with delight and he clapped his hands.

“I knew that you would be alive out there somewhere. With such a loyal companion, how could you not be?”

“How did you know about this place?” I seethed, wrapping my arms around Martín’s neck. His helmet turned yellow, having detected my distress and the movements of the man in front of us only a few yards away.

“Well, when you have all the time in the world to conquer every inch of this lab like I’ve always wanted, you stumble upon little secrets like this,” he chuckled arrogantly. “And I was so very tempted to take my creations here with me and escape in the submarine. But then I thought about how badly I wanted to see you dead first, your hope stripped away from you piece by piece. Would you kindly applaud for me?”

My mind went blank as I followed obediently. When I completed the action, my brain connected the dots. “How?” I croaked.

He covered his face with his hands and broke into a fit of manic laughter. When he calms himself a minute later, he feigned wiping tears from his eyes. “Oh, how delightful it is to finally hear your voice with fear lacing it,” he hissed. “It’s all over for you, L/n. You reap what you sow. And you’re going to die from the very creations that your - I will give credit where credit is due - brilliant mind. Would you kindly explain how you feel right now?”

“I’m afraid,” I spewed. “So very scared of you. I’m scared to die. I’m scared to face the consequences for the actions I already know I’ve done wrong.”

My fury returned to me after obediently expressing my thoughts. My cheeks reddened with embarrassment and I had never hated my former coworker more. Why, I never truly hated him in the first place until now. I simply saw him as he was; incompetent and worthless.

“The only reason you care to do this is because you know how I treated you is what you deserve, Suchong. You are worthless and incompetent. You can’t do shit. I should have fired you completely while I had the chance —“

“Ah, ah, ah,” he teased in a light tone. “For someone so terrified of death, you seem desperate to have it happen sooner.”

“No. I am just reminding you of the truth. So if and when I die, I hope you know that my corpse does not give you worth. Martín, let me down.”

The humanoid machine set me on my feet. I saw his eyes flickering between red and yellow.

“Well, I do have to thank you partially,” he hummed. “You were right when you said I would condition the Big Daddies to treat me the same way your Martín babies you. But, with that said —“

“Martín,” I shrieked, interrupting the manic man,” Attack! Protect me at all costs! Kill Doctor Yi Suchong!”

The man was caught off guard as the Big Daddy rushed toward him at a speed I had never seen before. With widened eyes, I watched the scene, backing myself into the wall. While running at the hollering man, the other Big Daddies lit up red and began to race at Martín.

Yi Suchong did not last long. His body was drilled into repeatedly and eventually discarded as a pile of rubble flesh. However, that was not what was important. Another Big Daddy stabbed its spear into the helmet. It didn’t do much individually, but with the amount of Big Daddies swarming him, it was inevitable that the Big Daddy was discarded to the floor.

My heart jumped to my throat and I screamed, hugging my body tightly.

Martín managed to get to his feat once more, attacked a pair of Big Daddies with spears. The drill dented right into one of them, tearing a hole in the metal and causing a malfunction. One Big Daddy down, and about a dozen more to go.

Each time Martín was downed, another puncture was given. But he always got up, taking them down one by one. But, with terror, I realized that one and only one of the Big Daddies was equipped with the drill still. And, with Martín focused primarily on the easy kills, the Big Daddy was rapidly approaching with its whirring drill.

I wanted to find the words, but I couldn’t. My Big Daddy had successfully destroyed all but that one. And as my Big Daddy attempted to turn, the drill entered his arm. Martín let out a wail as he was sent flying into the wall. I permanently had my hand clasped over my mouth as I watched the scene. A part of me wanted so badly to intervene, and…

The Bouncer stomped toward my Big Daddy, which was attempting to recover, despite having lost an arm. Blood spewed from the wound and it let out moans of pain. My heart hurt and all I could think was that it was the end of me and Martín.

And yet, my feet started moving. My grip on my spear tightened. As the Big Daddy’s drill hovered over his chest, I found the courage to jump on its back, causing it to wave wildly. I successfully stole its attention, but I was then tossed into the wall. The Big Daddy’s attention was solely on me now as it stalked toward me. My body quaked and I was ready to throw the spear at the helmet glass as an attempt to save my hide, but I knew the glass was impenetrable by even bullets.

Because I had made the glass to be that way.

And as the drill was about to penetrate my flesh, a drill suddenly struck through the Big Daddy’s chest. The chunk of metal flew out and hit the wall above me, and as Martín’s drill slowed, so did the Big Daddy’s. The light diminished from the Big Daddy’s helmet and it slumped to the ground, dead.

But I had no time to react. My attention was glued to my Big Daddy, who was letting out continuous yowls of agony. Blood continued to spew from wound and it slumped to the ground as well. The light turned green, but then began to flicker with darkness.

I upped the helmet’s glass, tears sprouting to my eyes. “W - wait, Martín, you can’t die on me! I still need you! I still need to - to fulfill my promise to you!” I sobbed, guilt consuming my entire being.

The whale noises began to go quiet. With one last flicker and one last moan, he was out like a light.

But I jumped into action. I couldn’t let him die. He wasn’t my Big Daddy, he was my human. The closest thing I had ever conjured as a best friend. I could only send once glance to the submarine, open and tempting. But I knew what my decision was.

I could not carry the entire lump of metal with me. I… had to unscrew it. I had to do the surgery here.

I tightened the grip on the spear. I knew what I had to do.

I ran down the hall, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I burst into the lab once more. I didn’t give Steinman the slightest chance at defending himself. I pierced his back with the spear several times, tears stinging my eyes. But I was focused. I knew what I had to do.

I then propped him over the surgery table, having shoved the naked woman’s corpse off. I grabbed the saw that he so very favored and began sawing at his arm. It popped off with ease after a satisfying crack.

I then emptied out my entire backpack. My actions were panicked and quick as I grabbed everything I could possible need. A screwdriver, blood stoppers, morphines, bandages. All of it went into the bag. And when I had finally loaded up, I grabbed the bleeding arm and raced down the hallways once more.

When I returned to Martín’s corpse, I noted that the bleeding had stopped. But, after realizing what I had done to Steinman, I noted that the connection to the arm and Martín’s body could not be replicated and I had killed the man for nought.

I began vigorously unscrewing the diving suit. I carefully cut all of the wires penetrating his body, spilling all sorts of liquids over me, whether blood or stale urine. I continued the procedure, so focused and distraught that I could barely register what I was doing.

Until, I stopped. And I looked at him once more. Martín Baudelaire… he was still under the diving suit. And he was here, right in front of me.

I had bandaged his arms and inserted more blood into his body. Although losing an arm was a lot to lose, I hoped not too much blood had escaped. I had also bandaged his limbs, unclosing the ones in the back of the skull. And though I knew I could not fix his eyes ever again without repeating the process of reverting him to Big Daddy form, I had wrapped a cloth around them to stop the bleeding.

My body ached and so did my heart. When… had I softened so? I did not owe it to the man in front of me. The human in front of me. He was at my disposal for my experiments. And yet, I could not take even a step away from his body. I was worshipping his soul from his toes to his broken skull. The man… had bewitched me because I knew he did not deserve it.

And I knew that if the monster I had made died in front of me, so would I, whether from heartbreak or suicide, I did not care.

Because I was more of a monster than he had ever been. He was but a human from the beginning, while I had always been the monster.

As more tears escaped my eyes, I lay on the ground and pressed my head to his chest. Hope blossomed within me as I became vaguely aware of the slow but definite heartbeats. I was no woman of god, but I prayed. I prayed like no other that my Martín would return to me.

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With a tired sigh, I exited the car, having just pulled up to the garage. When I stepped out, I took my briefcase. And although I hated my job, a menial office job that I used to cover the bills because I never again wanted to touch the subject I was so dearly passionate about, I had to do it for us. I refused to be worthless like that Yi Suchong had been.

I walked to the front door and unlocked it. The house was small and quaint, but cute and homely. I kicked my shoes off once inside and hung up my suit coat on the rack. My eyes felt weary and although they could not keep anymore open, I knew I should be grateful to even have them.

And when I entered the living room, my heart warmed at the sight if him. Disfigured and dysfunctional, but alive. And that is what was important to me.

“Martín, I’m home,” I greeted.

His head turned to me. And although his eyes were cascaded with the blindfold that served as a permanent bandage, his ears worked well. And though he was missing an arm, he rose to his feet anyways, following the sound of my voice.

I made my way over to him and turned off the television. While I was at work, I left it on for him so he wouldn’t feel alone. Little by little, his humanity was returning. When I could, I taught him English in attempt to remove the whale conditioning, and leaving the television on probably also helped.

I wrapped my arms around his waist eventually. His hand twitched and found my back. He squeezed. I knew that moving was difficult for him without the Big Daddy diving suit, but I knew it would be better this way. He deserved better.

“Give me a kiss,” I finally hummed, tilting my head up.

His neck twitched and he obediently listened. He pressed his lips to mine hungrily, as though recognizing the human aspect of the affection.

And although a part of me yearned for the control and protection the former Big Daddy had offered, I owed it to everything I had ever done wrong. I especially owed it to Martín.

“Aren’t you glad to be here with me, Martín? I told you that we’d escape together. And although… we have no child currently,” my hand drifted down to my stomach, rubbing it gently as I took his hand with me,” we will soon. Do you understand?”

His entire body tensed. He understood. I beamed with pride as his lips twitched into a slight attempted smile. He remembered how to smile and I could not be happier. He let out a groan. But it no longer sounded as that of a whale. It sounded human, especially without the filter he used to adorn. Little by little, he was becoming Martín again.

And it was in the knick of time, because soon he would be a father.

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