I don't own BioShock. Never will. (though I do own Anne.)
Audio Diaries. Rapture's full of them. They can be of the most trivial things, or the most important. But how did they get there?
"...remember to get eggs, milk, beef, and flour at the Farmer's market, dear." click, went the cassette. Jack sighed. "Well, that was bloody useless. That's about the fourth shopping list I've found." Jack recalled as he shoved the cassette into his pocket. "Honestly, I don't even know why I carry all these things around. Force of habit, I guess. Thank God I'm wearing these extra-large cargo pants. I can just shove them in. But seriously, how do they all fit in there? I wonder if-" BANG! went the gun of a nearby splicer, who had managed to sneak up on Jack. "GAH!" Jack yelped in pain, "Dammit, don't sneak up on me while I'm thinking!" After a few well-placed bullets, the splicer's corpse fell limply to the ground. "I'm getting careless..." Jack mused. "Anyway, what was I thinking about? Oh, right, these things." he said, hefting one in his hand. "I wonder where they all came from. Hmm..." Jack wondered, "I don't know. I guess I'll ask Atlas." The radio crackled to life as it established a connection to the Irishman. "Atlas, I've got a question."
"What is it, boyo?" Atlas quieried.
"Where did all these Audio Logs come from?"
"Well, lad, they were a lot faster than using pen and paper."
"No, I mean, how did they get here? I just found a shopping list in a safe. It's obviously not meant to be here. So, what gives?"
"That, lad, is still a mystery to me. Personally, though, I think everyone was drunk and forgot where they put the things."
"...Drunk?" Jack asked incredulously.
"Yes, drunk. Have you seen the amount of booze around here? It's like Rapture is one big bleedin' distillery!"
"I'll admit, I have seen a lot of alcohol laying around, but... I don't think it was the booze."
"Whatever, laddie."
"Alright." and with that, Jack continued on his way. It wouldn't be until later that Jack found the true source of the Audio Diaries...
Jack was sneaking along, doing his weird hobble-walk when he heard the crashing sound of some small object falling. Warily, he peeked around the corner to where he heard the sound. He saw the back of a slightly strange Spider Splicer (Well, not to say that all Spider Splicers aren't strange) at a table fumbling around with some object that Jack couldn't discern. She had the slightest tinge of color to her otherwise pale body. Nevertheless, Jack was slowly lined up the shot when he heard in a feminine voice, "Please don't do that." Jack was shocked. The Splicer, without ever turning around, had known he was there. Even more, she was talking to him, rather than attacking like most would have. "You can come out now. I know you're there." said the splicer. Tentatively, he nudged around the corner. "You won't attack?" he asked cautiously. "I promise." she replied. Jack was still wary, but he stepped out into full view. "So," he asked, "who are you?"
"I...don't really know, per se." she admitted. "But there is only so long that one can use the pronoun to address me, so you may call me Anne." she said with flat note in here voice.
"My name is-"
"Jack. I know." interrupted the newly named Anne.
"...okay. How do you know that?" he questioned.
"I've been observing you." she stated. Jack, who was slightly disturbed by this, said:
"...Alright. Why?"
"To put it quite frankly... I was getting bored. Do you realize how lonely it is for someone down here that is not insane? In fact, my little game of mine is what's kept me sane."
"Oh? And what's the game?"
"Hiding these." she said, showing Jack what she had been holding. It was an audio diary. "I've found hundreds of them. Some I keep. Others I put back with 'Creative Rearrangement', as I like to call it."
"So that means... you're the one who puts these things everywhere?" Jack asked, holding up a random cassette tape from his pocket.
"Yes... that was me".
"Again, why?"
"Because it's so much fun to watch you discover things." and with that note, Anne disappeared the way most Spider Splicers do: crawling away on the ceiling.
"Wait!..." Jack exclaimed, but it was too late. Anne was long gone. As Jack turned to leave, he realized that Anne had left the Audio Diary that she was handling on the table. Ever curious, Jack hit the play button and, in Anne's voice, came: "I look forward to seeing you in the future." Jack, just as mistified as he was at the beginning, shoved the cassette into his pocket and continued on his way.
Well now, that's done. I thank LordSteelAnibus for the Audio Log idea. Also, tell me what you thought of Anne. She may be a reccuring character. Peace.
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Oh, wait, I'm supposed to have a random character say one last line, right? Will Jack do?
Jack: What do you bloody want?
Nothing.
Jack: Stop bothering me.
Alright.
