BioShock Oneshots

Man of many face

(10/30/2021) (Word-count, 731)
[3rd person Limited, following Atlas]

Atlas leaned back in his chair, satisfied with all he'd done today. For the most part he was just glad to get off his feet. He let out a small huff of air. Maybe a little bit of self-care was deserved for all his hard work? Indeed it was, and he was ready for it.

As he sat back up-right in his chair, he couldn't help but Imagine what he might do. Perhaps take a nice warm bath, get himself shaved and good looking, before perhaps getting in bed with a good book? That sounded like the mother's milk to him.

Yet, his thoughts began to wonder elsewhere. Not in this dirty sense no matter how much he wished that were the case, but in the sense that he wasn't able to do any of that anymore. He couldn't even get any alone or even private time without being interrupted. Ever since he became Atlas he lost most if not all strings attached to his former identity.

In the eyes of Rapture, Frank Fontaine was dead. And even so, Atlas found that amusing. Once he activated his ace in the hole, Rapture would be his. Not Andrew Ryan, nor Brigid Tenenbaum would he able to stop him. All he had to do was wait it out.

He let out a soft sigh, as he leaned back once more in his chair. Perhaps the self-care he needed might have just been some alone time, with just himself and his thoughts. Perhaps a drink or two as-well. Maybe that wasn't it for him, maybe he simply needed something else to scratch that itch for him.

Maybe all Atlas needed was a Lass, no matter how much they didn't push his interest. It wasn't that he had a thing for men, not at all. He just never found women interesting. Even as Frank Fontaine, he never found women interesting, even as any identity prior women weren't interesting to him. He had hoped it wasn't anything to do with him developing late as a child, even so, he did hit puberty eventually. So, he always thought it couldn't have been that, could it? No. It couldn't have.

There was a loud, and persistent knock at his door. It lasted almost a full twenty seconds before Atlas cleared his throat.

"Door's unlocked, come right on in."

The Irishman loudly stated over said knocking, he attempted to sound... cheerful in a way, when really, he couldn't give more of a fuck. With that, he turned his attention to the now open door.

A rather ecstatic looking woman had now entered the room. Her hair was shoulder length, blonde, and loosely curled. Atlas would never admit, but, he admired the amount of effort that must have taken every morning. Who was she? Her name was Diane McClintock, the former mistress of Andrew Ryan.

"Atlas, I have great news."

Diane smiled to him, as she shut the door behind her. She had been waiting to tell Atlas all day!

"What's the good news, Lassy?~"

He had smirked to her, he just wanted to tease her, to make her feel like they had something. And oh did he knew it was working. Atlas watched as her face lit up like Christmas lights.

"W..Well, you see today went very well."

She started, as she turned away a bit. Diane enjoyed being called anything except her name. Wether it be Lass, Girly, or whatever Atlas were to call her. She would have sat and listened to whatever Atlas were to say.

"We scored ADAM, some machine gun rounds, and even a few cream-filled cakes from the vending machines-"

"Ah, that's great girly."

He had softly chuckled, as he stood up from his chair. Atlas began to make a pace towards her, he wasn't going to do anything, even if she would have let him.

"Maybe you could say awhile, if of course, you're not to busy?"

Diane felt her legs become jelly as Atlas approached her to say that, she didn't wish to sound to despite for him. So, she was trying to find a way to say yes.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?~"

She smirked to him, with whatever confidence she had left. That took Atlas by surprise.

"Great, now, come with me Lassy.~"