Chapter One:

"Look Daddy! Angels!" The little sister smiled at her lumbering Protector, pulling on the fingers of his gloves to hurry him along. The Big Daddy released an echoing call from deep in his throat, nearly shaking the windows that lined the corridor. Even without words, the Little Sister knew exactly what Daddy was saying.

"Be careful, but don't worry. I'm watching." She couldn't see her Daddy's face, but the girl could tell he was smiling, the green glow that emanated from his helmet betraying his emotions.

"I know Mr. Bubbles," the Little Sister said, calling him by the cutesy nickname that all the girls call their fathers. "I'm always safe with you." Finally reaching the Angel, Daddy's little girl set to work. She wasted no time in draining the Adam from the Angel that lay on the ground before her, and quickly drank the red liquid that filled her syringe. "All done, Daddy!" The little sister squealed in delight as her Protector scooped her up into his arms and placed her on his shoulder, and the metal man let out a deep, soothing rumble, like a large engine.

"Up you come. Do you want to watch with me?" The little Sister's only response was to laugh and hug the enormous helmet that she sat next to. The Protector slowly turned around and headed for a door near the window. On the Metal Man's shoulder, the little girl towered over everything. Her daddy was bigger than everything, no matter where she was. He stood well above the other denizens of Rapture, glaring and brandishing his drill at them as he passed. Luckily, the Splicers he passed today were cowardly enough to slip down hallways, fearing the Tin Giant's Wrath.

Trudging through Raptures dank halls and watery passages, the Tin Daddy rumbled quietly to the tune that floated on the air from their destination. Reaching his goal, a ballroom with an enormous plate-glass window to the ocean, the Metal Man sat with great effort in front the viewport. The little sister marveled at the sights from her comfortable seat of his armored shoulder. The Protector stared silently through the windows of his mask, and through the windows of the city, and simply thought to himself. Although it was sometimes difficult to see through the glowing liquid inside his helmet and the grimy glass of his visor, he could still see the ocean. The water was beautiful, a deep blue color, swirling through vibrant plant life, enveloping wriggling animals, and settling the silt on the floor.

However, the Ocean was like Rapture. It seems beautiful and perfect from a distance, but really it is cold, violent, unfriendly, and dangerous. Unless you were a Big Daddy. It was only when carrying their children with them were the Metal Men threatened, and the furious red glow of a roused Father was often the last thing a reckless Splicer saw. The Protector often wondered how it would be to simply go into the ocean, and walk. Walk away from Rapture with its murderers and mutants. Like always, when the thought crossed his mind, another shut it down immediately, like a drill to the head of a Splicer.

I cannot leave her, thought The Protector, And I cannot take her in the ocean. So, I must stay. The Protector turned his head towards the girl on his shoulder and was surprised to find her asleep. He hadn't realized how long he had been introspective.

Cradling his daughter in his armored hands, he roused her with a deep, low rumble. She yawned quietly, squeaking slightly, like a tiny kitten being awoken.

"Good morning Daddy."

The Protector smiled behind his visor and walked the little girl to the nearby Hidey-Hole and helped her inside.

"Goodbye, Mr. Bubbles. We'll play again, right?"

Well, that was short. I had just finished playing Bioshock 2 for the sixtieth time when i thought "Hey, Big Daddies are freaking cool. Lets write a story about one that absolutely mangles the established Lore!" Okay, maybe not exactly like that, but close enough. Obviously, I am taking some liberties with the character, but I like to imagine that the Big Daddies aren't completely mindless. When people are brainwashed or hypnotized, their own minds invent reasons for their own actions after the fact, as if it is their own idea. Here, it isn't the Big Daddies own mind, but the scientists who implanted the reason for their actions: protecting the Little Sisters.

So, did anyone like this? Should I post chapter 2?

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