Imagine
A BioShock oneshot
Alice patrolled the hallways of Rapture, not paying any particular attention to her surroundings. Through her single, red porthole she saw a dying world with unfocused eyes. She was in one of the tubes that connected buildings in Rapture, surrounded by water on all sides. Whalesong just barely made its way through the glass.
She stopped, looking around. Both of the doors were sealed. What was the harm in sitting here and resting? Alice leaned against a support pillar, sliding down it to sit on the ground. She was glad to have her suit, or the water on the ground would have been more uncomfortable than it had to be.
Alice raised her gloved hands to her helmet, undoing the seals and pulling it off with a tug. Cool, salty air hit her face in a way that made her smile. She let her breath softly escape through her nose, listening intently to the haunting cries of the whales. Alice wished that all things in Rapture could be beautiful, like that. The Splicers were almost difficult to look at, the Big Daddies were the opposite of graceful. Even Alice and other Sisters couldn't possibly be viewed as "pretty." At least, not by any sane person. Their greenish skin and golden yellow eyes were traits that not even Alice liked.
She sighed, imagining what it would be like if life were different. She had been to the surface to capture the Little Ones, seen what people looked like up their. The women looked beautiful. The men looked handsome. It was difficult to go back to Rapture after that experience, and she voiced this to Lamb. Since then she had been authorized only to patrol Rapture, helping Little Ones and killing Splicers. It was almost a hell, with those memories of normal life still fresh in her mind.
I need to stop this, Alice thought to herself. This childish fantasizing is unhealthy for someone like me.
But she couldn't stop thinking about it. She was lonely, in that strange way that only a girl can be. It was in her nature to fantasize. And so, sitting there for a rest, she dreamed. She dreamed that there was a man in Rapture who wasn't all spliced up, someone handsome. Someone that would think she was pretty, glowing eyes and all. Someone who would hold her when she had nightmares about her youth, someone who would help her cope with the fall of Rapture.
Alice wanted someone who who would love her. A tall man, with black hair like hers, and blue eyes. Toned, with a nice smile to boot. Maybe he could draw. Or maybe he could play the guitar, or even the violin. Maybe he would find a reason to laugh, and a reason to make her life. Maybe he would know how to deal with it when the less stable Splicers wouldn't stop disturbing the Little Ones. Maybe he even had another option to dealing with others than 'kill it.' Maybe he wasn't addidcted to Adam.
Yeah, she thought, never had a drop in his life. Knew there was something wrong with it.
Alice had a man that would always be there, that would always comfort her, that would always find a reason to make her smile. Even if this man was confined to her imagination, there was no reason why she could feel loved by him. Because that's what girls like Alice really want, after all. To love and be loved.
She only wanted to imagine.