Bioshock: Equestria

At that moment, back in the ruins of Rapture, Spike, with his double-barrel shotgun between his legs, sat quietly in one of Raptures many dark, wet, moist, and glass covered hotel rooms. The only light for the dragon was the old neon signs barely hanging on-to the outside of Raptures buildings, letting there dim light cast threw the water, and into the room.

Just then the intercom clicked, singling the start of a prerecorded message. This message in particular was one that Spike had heard many times before. It was also a message that he had heard on his very first day in Rapture... The message that had started this, Nightmare.

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With the message over the intercom clicked off.

Spike let out a long sigh and shut his eyes. "Was it ever my choice?" Spike asked himself. "To come too this city. To leave behind everything we had. To start a new life, and to have it all go to hell. Was that.... my choice?".

Spike griped his gun. "No!" he yelled, opening his eyes and gritting his teeth. "It.was.not.my.choice".

Spike got off the floor and turned to the glass window. Outside, there were all kinds of fish. Sharks, jellyfish, all kinds. So free to go anywhere they wish, and no pony to stop them. They where truly free...

Freedom.

That is what Spike has wanted for a whole year. The freedom to leave this city. The freedom to start a new life somewhere else, and the freedom to forget this ever happened. That is what Spike would give anything in the world for.

Freedom.

Spike closed his eyes once more. "Yes, I choose to come to Rapture" He began. "I choose to leave everything behind, and I choose to start a new life with my friends".

Spike reopened his eyes. A few tears escaped, falling onto to wet floor, making a small splash sound that filled the quiet room with noise. One tear fell onto Spikes gun, as it was raised to his head.

"But it was NOT my choice to be apart of this hell. It was Not my choice to lose all my friends" Spike griped the shotgun. "You lied Andrew Hoofen. We are all slaves, because fate is the true man.... Fate is the true chooser".

Spike smiled, looking onward out into the blue sea. Looking at all the free fish. Free...

He was going to be free....

finally free...

And with only one regret; That he gave up looking for his friends.

That was his choice. And he was about to make one more.

"But Andrew, this right here is my choice" Spike cocked the gun. "to go out my way".

Then the silent ruined city of Rapture heard one last sound....

BLAM!....

.... THUD!

Couple of hours later

*Splash*... *Splash*... *Splash*

The sound of hoof steps could be heard in the distance. Making splash, after splash.

*Splash*... *Splash*... *Splash*

The hoof steps got closer.

*Splash*... *Splash*... *Splas-

The hoof sounds stopped at the door.

"errrrrr"

Slowly the metal door slid open, reviling a pony's shadowed silhouette.

*Splash*... *Splash*... *Splash*

As the silhouette got closer its eyes widened at the body of the lifeless dragon before it. Once at Spikes body it leaned down. Ever so slowly the pony injected a syringe into Spikes neck. Seeing that it was deep enough, the pony injected the Plasmids into the his body.

"..."

"..."

"..err...errrr..."

"w..wha.. what happened..." Asked a very confused, and very dizzy Spike.

Slowly, Spike opened his once dead eyes. Blinking a few times Spike could finally make out the pony standing before him.

But she was not a pony. Or at lest she was, but not anymore.

Standing over Spike, and looking down at him with bright yellow eyes was Sweetie Bell. But she was not the happy, energetic little filly back in Ponyville. No, now she was a....

Little sister.

Sweetie Bell smiled a creepy smile, that only an insane pony could make, and spoke to her old friend.

"Hay Spike" She said slow and happily. But then her voice turned grim and dark. "We have a lot to catch up on".