Chapter-1
How much was that damn dog anyway?
there was a light tapping sound. It was clearly water... water against cold hard steel. There was a collapsed giant against the metal wall. a leak in the roof kept hitting its helmet. The man appeared to be in some kind of diving suit. All he could remember was a large flash of blue, and everything went black. It wasn't until just a short period of time after this that he would realize he had been living a dream... or rather... a nightmare. "How much is that doggy, in the window?" The metal monster's visor suddenly threw out a flash of green light. It looked from left to right. His helmet made all sound from the outside slightly muffled. He was awoken by that song on a broken juke box. "The one, with the waggily tail?" He began to remember what was going on. He was a Big daddy... he was Mr. Bubbles, as the little ones would call him. He began to rise up and hold his head in pain. He was... thinking alot. Almost as if his head was clouded for so long, and was just now clearing up. "How much is that doggy, in the window?" The Big daddy Turned and faced the Jukebox "I do hope that doggys for sale". The song was becoming increasingly annoying. Mr. Bubbles couldn't seem to remember who he was, and so he temporarily gave himself the name Mr. B incase anyone asked. Not that friendly folk were common here in Rapture...
"How much is that doggy, in the window?" the song continued. 'Sweet god that thing is annoying...' Mr. B thought. Thoughts? How odd, Big Daddy's didn't think, did they? Why is it that he felt like he just woke up from a peaceful sleep, when he was obviously blasted into a coma? "I don't want a parrot, or a goldfish. You cant take a goldfish for a walk." 'Ahlright thats it.' Thought Mr. Bubbles as he lifted the Jukebox and threw it across the empty room. The Music playing annoyance shattered on impact. Thats when it hit him, where exactly was he right now?...