"I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?

'No,' says the man in Washington, 'it belongs to the poor.'
'No,' says the man in the Vatican, 'it belongs to God.'
'No,' says the man in Moscow, 'it belongs to everyone.'

I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose...

Rapture.

A city where the artist would not fear the censor,
where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality,
where the great would not be constrained by the small.

And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city, as well."

My dreams, or more along the lines of my memories, were always the same. I wake up in my house, cook something and get ready to go to work at my own security company. We had the guns and our combat splicers had to make sure to not overdo the ADAM intake. I myself had plenty of gene tonics and Plasmids at my disposal. With them coursing through my body I had the security of several of the more lucrative businesses in my pocket.

Rapture was my city. Then Ryan had to shut down surface contact, cutting me off from my family. My business folded and I joined up with the smugglers hoping to get out of this city before it went to shit… I failed, miserably. This morning was different in my dreams. The day I woke up and couldn’t eat because of the adrenaline pumping through my body. I grabbed my weapons and prepared as Andrew Ryan’s speech came on over the television. I walked down the halls and prepared for the final assault. The battle to secure a chance at freedom for all of those who wanted to leave the city, the last little bit before the Fontaine gunrunners had put in enough to get out. The thing was Ryan was jumpy and for good reason. He had ADAM pumping splicers to deal with as they try to push out of the poor districts and move on up and away from the hell that Ryan confined us in.

The battle was laughable. We struck and Ryan struck back even harder. The Iron Daddies stormed the field and slaughtered many of the lesser armed masses. I stood my own and put a few of them down before one of the dirtiest things had happened. Ryan let loose a deranged Alpha Daddy to put down the revolution. That thing just didn’t stop, and it pumped out plasmids faster and harder than I could. I remember that thing slamming me with lightning and smacking me down with his gun. I was lying in fresh blood and guts with a doctor standing over my broken body.

“This one is still alive, and seems to be a perfect specimen for the Guardian Procedure.” The Chinese man said as another shadow steps up and looks down at me. The shadowy figure leans into the light and I see Ryan’s face leering down at me.

“You parasites think that I will just step back and let you lead the rest of your huddled masses, infested with ticks and lice, down into to my city, this Eden, to spread your filth?” he says as he takes a drag of the cigarette “NO, You have failed and instead of an easy death I’m going to make you into the thing you hate the most, a symbol of my might and a valued addition to the industry. Have a good rest, it’s the last little bit you are going to have for a long while.” The doctor, Suchong, I remember that name, leans in and injects me with enough tranquilizer to put down ten men.
My dreams are interrupted when I hear something tapping on some metal. That and there seems to be my little daughters voice ringing out.

“Come on daddy get up. Its late.” I groan and wave my arm at the sound. This dream is torture. I cant even sleep without hearing my little girl.

“Come on I want breakfast Mr. Bubbles.” Wait, there was only one thing in Rapture named Mr. Bubbles and I never dreamed of being called that. I open my eyes inside the slightly boxy helmet on my head and blink away sleep. The green light now bouncing around my head will wake up anyone in the same position. The wall I had been seated on let me push up of from my seated position, grab the rivet gun and finally offer my hand to the Little Sister that danced around me so I could walk her around the area and find her an ADAM filled corpse and some food maybe something more than just the canned foods around in the old boxes. The little monster that used to be a family’s little girl deserved to be at least treated like a person… I was the monster here, unable to voice what I wanted to say as the mental conditioning and splicing was restructuring everything I was. The pain was immeasurable but that was just how things were. The day was new here in Rapture and there was ADAM to collect. I find the cans of food sitting in a storage room of a desolate restaurant and after a quick pull the Little Sister is scarfing down some food. She smiles at me and I feel like a human once again.

“Come on Mr. Bubbles, I can smell Angels nearby. I need to fill my tummy with ADAM.” She says as she skips away. I follow to the next room which is rather bright compared to other places in rapture due to the massive wall of glass that separates the water from Rapture. There are corpses all over the room some seated as if placed with one sprawled over a pile of gas tanks and near a sparking turret. The view of the sea canyon is wonderful and the view is actually a pale blue thanks to the sun sitting high in the sky. The lights flicker again while I guide the Little Sister to the corpse leaning against the wall. I stand nearby next to the pile of canisters and spy a pile of dead Splicers piled in a burning pile of wreckage. The gas line nearby jets intense flames onto the charred corpses burning them beyond recognition. I turn to the girl to see her progress when I hear the footsteps echo from behind me. I whirl around to see a man standing there with one of the make-do grenade launchers made of pipes and tin cans.

His left hand neatly surrounded by a halo of dust as he twitches the hand towards the pile of burning bodies and flings them about the room. His Telekinesis spends him and he pulls out a syringe of EVE to repower, this time his hand begins to crack open and reveal a red light that seems to be his flesh made molten. I pull out a proximity mine and fling it at him. He shoots a grenade that is obviously going to miss me so I just push the Little Sister out of the blast radius. It lands behind me and I look back as I hear canisters rolling around. I have just enough time to look at the fuse burn into the makeshift explosive. I tuck myself around the Little Sister and brace as the massive explosion sets the room on fire. I am still able to shakily stand so I level my rivet gun at the splicer, depressing the lever that primes the gun and firing. The man deftly dodges the deadly darts as the rip through the air towards him. He drops the launcher and pulls out a shot gun and rushes in past my guard to unload several lightning coated shots into me that send my muscles to spasm uselessly. He pulls the trigger to find it's empty and throws it away to pull out a Tommy gun. These bullets bounce off of my mostly armored body and he looks me in the porthole as he snaps his fingers and my world becomes a blur of pain and endless rage.

He is close enough for me to smash his face with the side of my gun. He drops the gun and smiles as bees begin to crawl from his hand and he sets them upon me. I can no longer hear or see much and the pain is immense. I begin to smash at everything in reach to remove the insects from my body and rush through a puddle to do so. I feel the world spin as the man calmly loads a revolver with a green painted revolver chamber. The shotgun is loaded as well with orange buckshot shells. I roar and press forward until the first shot leaps from the shotgun and the air around me is torn with fire and small bits of molten metal. The puddle ignites and I realize I am currently falling into gasoline and oil mix, basically napalm. I try to stand and receive another blast from the shotgun. The world is edged in darkness now as I struggle to drag my nearly dead carcass from the flames. The pain nearly drives me into unconsciousness but I cant physically give up trying to stop the man from harming the little sister. I drag my battered broken body through the flames to see the man lift up the girl and I, either in a fit of sheer tenacity or stupidity, fling myself forward and pull at his ankle. He drops the girl in surprise and I strain to call out some form of command for her to flee.

The man skitters away with the gun trained on me as he runs around the corner he first appeared around. I groan at the now overwhelming pain. Nearly blacking out as blood almost pours from my tattered suit and onto the ground.
"Come on, Get up Mr. B. Before the bad man comes back and hurts you even more. Come on Mr. Bubbles. I don’t want to find Angels by myself. Please, don't leave me alone. Daddy please get up." She blubbers over me and her tears drip onto my helmet and cloud up the porthole. I reach up and stroke her face until she stops crying.

I try to tell her that she will be fine and everything is going to be ok but all I do is moan in a way I hope sounds reassuring. She gasps and hides behind me as I pull myself onto my knees as I turn around to see the man calmly striding towards us. His left hand arcing lightning to the ground, and the right holding the pistol loosely with a sad expression on his face, which, even though I had cracked his face with the heavy tank of my gun, bore no mention of any of the trauma. I fall over into a seated position as he approaches us. I hold the Little Sister back as he approaches but she wriggles in front of me and yells nearly incoherently at the now imposing figure of the man.

"You leave Mr. B alone you big meanie!" she screams at him. His only response is to lean down and move her gently out of the way and looking at me. I close my eyes, most likely for the last time.

"Im sorry that this had to happen to you and I wish that there was another way for me to advance past this place, but there isn’t so I have to put you down and help out Dr. Tenenbaum pay for her sins." My eyes snap open at the voice since I have heard nothing but the tortured screams of splicers and the few non-mutated folks that get caught by the Splicers. He looks as if he just wants to help the people of Rapture. I don’t know. He levels the pistol at me and cocks the hammer back. I look down the barrel as the yellow of my eyes illuminates the steel slug of a bullet as the hammer slowly swings forward.

I close my eyes and exhale. So this is what peace feels like.

BLAM

"MR. BUBBLES!" She screams but it sounds as if it's coming from down a hallway. I just let it go with one last moan. Then there is nothing but a silence and darkness.

Author's Note

I do not own Bioshock MLP:FIM or anything else I may reference in this story. This is not for profit and I really thank the creators for letting me come up with this Idea. Thank you and Goodnight.
And by the sweat of my brow I will make this my world.