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---~~~---Charlie's PoV, aka, Mister Cee---~~~---

February thirteenth, twenty sixteen

The hotel room was rather nice, two beds (singles), bathroom and a small kitchen. Looking around, I put the suitcases down by the door and tip the bellhop a ten.

"This is gonna be great, there's gonna be new releases, take pictures, have our pictures taken, buy some toys." My niece, Theresa, said. Walking ahead of me, she immediately jumped onto the bed and started bouncing, "When do we go to the game-con, Charlie?"

Smiling, I replied, "Soon, my saint, soon. We still have a half hour till we need to leave." Dragging the cart with our costumes into the room after shutting the door, I rolled it over to the center of the room before I started dragging the pieces off and placing them by the bathroom door.

Drill, helmet, boots, dive suit, plasmid gloves. Okay, everything seems to be here. I thought while I was arranging the foam pieces, checking over them while I was at it. It took a month to plan, and almost five months to build (not to mention nearly five hundred dollars all together to build and get us here), but the finished product speaks for itself.

Weighing in at nearly fifty pounds and adding an extra fourteen inches to my height, my six foot tall frame giving me a total of seven feet, two inches tall at the helmet. The hardest part was recreating the grapple drill and installing the drill that makes it spin.

"Hey, you might as well get dressed, you okay to put your make-up on by yourself?" I asked.

"I think I can handle pale face-paint, Charlie, but you should get started on your own costume soon, don't wanna be late." She replied as she walked into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, she came out and I went in. Fifteen minutes later, I walked out as she was putting on her polarized sunglasses. Except for the glasses over her blue eyes (and lack of her hypo needle), she was the perfect cosplayer for a Little Sister with blonde hair, her pre-apocalyptic Little Sister outfit included a clean dress and flats.

Myself however, was going to be wearing a Big Daddy suit, a customized Alpha to be exact, minus the drill, boots and helmet so I could drive. My costume armour was painted a deep, blood red while the dive suit itself was a gentle undersea blue. Walking to the door in my grey Jordans, I put the rest on the trolley before we went to my truck (also red, because awesome colour) and I drove us to the game-con.

---~~~---Ten minutes later---~~~---

Pulling my dive suit's boot over my shoe and grabbing my helmet, I walked towards the doors with Theresa in tow. The smile on her face was ear to ear, and her enthusiasm far out-paced mine.

"Come on, put on your helmet and let's go~" She whined in a soft, but commanding tone. Chuckling, I put the helmet on and asked her what 'the rules' are today.

"Don't separate from your Big Daddy, that's rule number one. Two, don't approach strangers without your Big Daddy, ever. Three, if someone wants a photo, that's fine, but watch for pickpockets." She replied. Nodding my head (as well as most of my upper body), we entered the game con.

We walked around and looked at all the awesome stuff the con had to offer; other cosplayers and their awesome costumes, demos of the latest game (I made it to round fifteen with Theresa on CoD: BO III zombie mode, to the disbelief of the crowd we gathered, we only stopped because of people complaining about her), and we had about a dozen people take pictures with us.

After a while, we were wandering around the stalls where people came to sell their wares. Nothing caught my eye, but Theresa immediately saw something that did.

The salesman was cosplaying as The Merchant from Resident Evil: Four, I recognized him because of my friends who like a little fear mixed in with their shooters. His stall had dozens of pieces from gaming's greatest heroes and villains, including a few things from some movies and comic books.

I saw several things which immediately got my saliva glands working overtime. A power suit from Elysium, a blaster from Star Wars next to the sackcloth mask from Payday 2 (great game, sackcloth is the best hostage taking mask), a Duvolle assault rifle from Dust 514 side by side of an assault rifle from Halo and other worthy firearms and energy weapons.

Looking us over, I watch through the yellow tinted plastic porthole as his eyes lit up with friendly joy. "Ah, a Little Sister and her Big Daddy have come to buy some of my wares, but... Something's missing, it's not you-" He said, pointing at Theresa, making her smile. "-or at least, I don't think so... I think you two are fully equipped to take on Rapture, but why can't I dispel this feeling I'm missing something?"

At this point, Theresa was giggling like crazy, personally, this guy gave me an uneasy feeling but he seemed cool. Decent with kids and he wasn't being a jerk about her costume (a few people bitched at me about our gaming session, but a low groan and a demo of my drill made them back off) being from such a violent game.

"My hypo needle, or more precisely, my lack of one. Do you know where we can find one?" She asked with her soft voice. Looking over us for a moment, he smiled again as he reached under his stall and placed a hypo needle on the table. Talk about dumb luck, I thought. Giving a short groan to stay in character, Theresa smiled and asked if he had some stuff for me.

Pulling a cardboard box from around the back, he cleared a little area on his table before placing the box on said table. Opening it, I looked through the contents and marveled at how extensive his collection of Plasmids and Tonics are.

I pulled out armoured shell, electric flesh, booze hound, Eve link, drill lurker, drill vampire, elemental sponge, elemental storm, fountain of youth, Eve saver, metabolic Eve, medical expert, sports boast and brain boost, plenty of pretty colours to brighten up my nearly empty apartment. After a moment, I decided to get some of the Plasmids as well, it just wouldn't look right without them so I chose hypnotize, telekinesis, incinerate, winter blast, insect swarm, whirlwind trap, sonic boom and electro bolt.

"How much for all of this?" Theresa asked, I kinda didn't realized how many I had grabbed, until I had taken a step back, at least I'm finally decorating the place, but I don't want it to come across as a kaleidoscope's bottled vomit. Eh, I'll figure it out later. Counting them, the merchant looked up and smiled.

"Five for each Plasmid and Tonic, and fifteen for the needle so... one twenty-five." He replied, I looked over the assorted Tonics and Plasmids and did some math. Ramen, each and every day will be ramen for lunch and dinner, good thing I don't eat breakfast.

Nodding my head, I pulled my wallet out of a hidden pouch on my armour when he continued. "Of course, I also have one last thing that might catch your attention." He said, once more going to the back of his stall and digging around. Grabbing something, he walked back with a another drill and something hidden behind his back. "If you buy this, I'll throw in this Mr. B doll." He said, pulling the mentioned doll out and handing it to Theresa.

"Man, I got a drill, what's another one good for?" I asked, breaking character to point out my ownership of a drill.

"Ah, but that is a grapple drill, removed from the original game due to its tendency to break and glitch. This is the fully upgraded drill from Bioshock 2, and only twenty-five dollars more. Besides, you won't get the doll if you don't buy it." He said, thinking it over, I realized something.

"How did you know this was the grapple drill? It's only slightly different from the normal drill and no-one else has pointed it out yet." I asked. Raising an eyebrow, he shook his head and smiled before answering.

"Young man, when you've been doing this as long as I have, you acquire an eye for details. Now, all together you owe me one fifty, that's if you decide to get the drill, which is the only way I'll part with the doll. Now young man, do I have to direct your attention to your friend, or will you do this the easy way." Huh, looking down at Theresa, I notice her giving me the puppy dog face while holding her new doll. Slight watering eyes, quivering lip, and a pleading look sketched on her face.

Handing over three fifty-dollar bills, I ask him for a bag to carry our new goods. Putting the Tonics and Plasmids in with the Mr. B doll on top, I handed Theresa the bag and grabbed the new drill. Thankfully for me, I didn't have a power tool built in to make it spin.

As we were walking away, the merchant called out, "Do your job daddy, I would hate it if you were to go comatose, or worse." Turning back to him, I give him an unseen, questioning glare before I heard something, something I've only ever heard once before. Theresa screaming in pure fear.

Turning back to her, I watched in horror as the very earth opened beneath her and reveal a empty, but strangely colourful, void. Reaching down, she grabbed my left drill, her needle laying on top of her bag, forgotten in her haste to grab my not-a-hand. After a moment, we were both dragged into the expanse to our horror.

Author's Note

Yo, so Theresa is infact, my real life niece, she's the sweet, silent middle child of my sister, and Charlie is my real name. Mister Cee is named for the third letter in the greek alphabet, a sorta nod to subject Delta. If I have to say what side of me is most represented in Mister Cee, I would tell you that you don't know anything about Big Daddies. Questions for the Displaced Duo will be answer when I get done with Chapter three; Make Big Daddy proud, starting off simple. So go ahead, ask anything.

Edit: reworked this chapter from scratch, added several Tonics and Plasmids as well as switched which drill was the one Mister Cee bought. Sorry if you thought this was a new chapter but I did promise myself that I would go back and fix this chapter. Also, head over to my editor's page and read some of his stuff. This guy, BlueMoon865, is awesome at writting Luna and old equish. Thanks for not praying to the gods of writing to have me beaten with scrolls, and those of you who did... That hurted more than you think.