AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF THESE FRANCHISES, EXCEPT THE LITTLE SISTERS, THEY ARE MINE BECAUSE I HAD THE GOOD ENDING ON BIOSHOCK AND IN MY VERSION JACK WAS A MORMON AND THEY ALL MARRIED HIM!

Who lived in a city deep under the sea?
ANDREW RYAN
Libertarian, capitalist madman is he?
ANDREW RYAN
Whose pheromones made all the splicers obey?
ANDREW RYAN
Well, come down to rapture, where you will be made!
ANDREW RYAN
Ready?
ANDREW RYAN
ANDREW RYAN
ANDREW RYAN
ANDREEEEEEW RYAN!

Yahahahargh!

"There is a simple question: If a man chooses, and a slave obeys, what is a man who chooses to obey?" These words were written in big, red letters across the wall. Probably written in blood, who were there to judge it? "Life" in rapture was nowhere to be found nowadays. It was the year 2000 by now, and after some crazy guy with too descent ideals fled with most of the little sisters, the lack of new Adam killed off the last inhabitants of Rapture, who could no longer survive without their stem-cell-cancer-tonic. The only "life" left there were Big Daddies, while no one could figure out why they survived. They were the most spliced up beings there, and yet, for some odd reasons they were able to survive without regular infusions of Adam. While "survive" did not mean "live" - with the little sisters gone, the few of them that had not been killed by splicers, roamed the streets, doing the maintenance duties they were conditioned to do, without any satisfaction, without any joy. They had become robots, keeping a place intact that had long died.

"I have never been jellyfishing here", said Spongebob Squarepants in his light hearted voice, dancing happily over the ground beyond the sea. He was as annoying as ever, as he heard a deep, moaning sound, much like a whale. "What was that?", he uttered, deforming his own body in a comical manner, "It must be a super-special kind of jellyfish that will teach me more about friendship and happiness!" He jumped frolicking and humming towards the noise, as he suddenly felt a bump against his head and he faded into unconsciousness.

As he woke up, there was an extreme lack of water, considering him being an amphibious creature. But for some reason, he was still alive. He didn't even notice that he was lacking water. While there was never much on his mind, at first he didn't even think that he was somewhere dry. His sight was blurred, and it was extremely dark. As he tried to stand up, he heard that strange noise again, only that this time it was much, MUCH louder than before. It was so intense, it somewhat overwhelmed his naive mind. Then he saw what was making this noises. Some kind of colossus, with bright green eyes in front of him, at least five times his size. The moment he saw him, was also the moment he realized he was in an atmosphere of AIR. He gasped for water, feeling his demise because of him drying out imminent, but then – nothing. "Hmm, it seems for some reason I can survive in here... I wonder why that is..." BWWWOOOOAAAAHHHH – the creature in front of him made the noise again. He jumped up, ready to vanish behind an obstacle to hide in a comical fashion, but instead, he froze there, turned blue and stretched his body out of proportions to show how fucking scared he was. He investigated the creature while he was doing this.

It seemed like some giant guy in a diving suit, with a huge drill as a hand, and dozens of green eyes. His moaning cries seemed desperate, tragic, yet determined and strong. Spongebob calmed down, and his rectangular body returned to his normal state again. For some reason, after the first shock, the creature scared him no more, but he felt pity for it. He took one step towards the creature...

...He stepped right on a skull, falling over it – he then realised that he was so concentrated on the creature that he had not taken a look around. As he fell, suddenly the creature leapt forward, catching him with it's arm, and moaning again with it's whale-like voice. Spongebob wanted to thank the creature in some way, but then again, he was too shocked because he just realised what everything around him looked like...

He screamed, his eyeballs popped out of him and he suddenly exploded into an incomprehensible number of mini-Spongebobs, all screaming and running aimlessly around, until they all gathered to form the yellow sponge yet again. He was breathing heavily, altering his body size by at least ten times during this process. The creature in front of him moaned again, but this time, he didn't hear it very well. There was something else on his mind. Maybe it was the sight of roughly a hundred rotten corpses, or maybe it was the fact that they were piled up and mutilated, or maybe it was because they were odd creatures on two legs he had never seen, or maybe it was just because that when they were not already rotten down to the bones, their skin and flesh was deformed and the stench of death was overwhelming. Most likely it was because of all of this, but Spongebob collapsed and blacked out yet again.

There is not much to say about a Big Daddy. There is not much to a life of a Big Daddy. When you become one, your life is programmed. You have to work for Rapture, you have to protect little sisters. The latter gives you joy, so pure that you would give your life for it. The first you have an urge to do, that haunts you if you don't do it. Your once human body is a diving suit. Literally – your organs are in the diving suit, your skin is part of the diving suit, and everything is altered, spliced with so much Adam, almost no original cell remains in your body.

When the little sisters were still around, life was at least full of enjoyment. The anger and the pain when they were attacked, a rush! Pure excitement. The joy when they were happy, harvesting their prey, it filled your heart, or what ever had replaced it, with warmth. The sadness when they were leaving you again: "Dreamtime, Mr. Bubbles." Dreamtime, indeed.

For a Big Daddy there is no possibility of dreamtime, they are not supposed to feel anything but the feelings for their little sisters. But this one in particular had had dreamtime. It was while he was repairing a leak, outside of an access tunnel to the Hephaestos, which was still running, even after all these years. There something happened, which had not happened in over thirty years. He heard a voice. Not the moaning of big daddies – which only existed to communicate because of rational problems "leak here" - "damage there", or sometimes to desperately cry out for a little sister. But this, this was a voice. "I have never been jellyfishing here" - a sentence that did not make any sense to the Big Daddy, but it was a voice like a human voice. Somehow, after all these years, it triggered something inside the creature. Somehow it triggered something he had long lost – emotions. Feelings, urges, determination! He turned away from the small leak that was almost fixed anyway. The "head" of the Big Daddy was suddenly filled with images. Old images, images that were not now, not real. He did not understand the concept of dreaming at all, as he perceived the world on a level where there was no conscience that could have dreamed anything. But, this was a dream. Images of long forgotten times, of... them. The Little Sisters, their image was back again. He was running now, no he was storming towards that voice.

Not used to dreaming he was pretty confused, as he was storming towards the little yellow thing. So he just happened to forget how he could stop, dealing a normally fatal blow to the poor fellow. As he realised this, his mind yet again swept over with emotions: Fear! Panic! Did he kill it? It was not a question that he thought, it was a feeling that he had. He had to protect this thing. He had to! He had wished for something like this for ages, and now it seemed to be dead, lying in front of him. He had to protect it, he had to help it, he had to heal it. He took the little sponge-man on his arm and ran back to an entrance into rapture...

If there was a way to protect him, he was going to find it. Even if the little ting didn't want to be protected. He had found something that made his mind dream and his heart feel. He would never let it leave him ever again...