Aside from the previous day's events, and another message that the three of us would get later today, nothing much had changed when it came to our daily schedule in Rapture. More specifically though, mine. Why else would I be doing my usual chores today? Not like I wanted to, but it was still needed.

Turrets, check. Cameras, check. Security bots, check. Security room, che- woah, wait, what? Closing my eyes and shaking my head, I tried to make sure of the fact that I was just imagining things or not. Needless to say, I wasn't. No matter how many times I shook my head, or wiped off my porthole, it was still there, evident as ever.

Now, here's the thing. I'd been up and down Rapture everyday of my life. I'd explored every sector, fixed every leak, and I'd even managed to memorize every part of every area. Never, and I do mean never, had I seen this security room before, in the entirety of Rapture. In fact, wasn't there just a big pile of trash here?

I knew that I'd been losing my mind for a while, but it couldn't have been so bad that I was missing this one door over and over again, could it? Then again, I had gone three years without noticing a certain red robot following me.

It was then that the all too familiar sound of small rotors filled the air around me, followed by a menagerie of ever growing beeps. Speak of the robotic devil... Oh hey, maybe thats why he's painted red!

That thought aside, no sooner that I had begun to hear that sound had I turned to face it. Sure enough, Winston was right there, turning the corner and making his way towards me, beeping at a near constant rate and seeming to bounce in his attempts to stay airborne... Bounce? Where had I seen that before?

... Oh my god, he was the Pinkie Pie of my world. Nightmare fuel at its finest, if I do say so myself, I watched as the seemingly hyperactive robot flew over to me as quickly as possible. Odd how he seemed like he was in a rush, especially when he started circling around my head and beeping annoyingly, but I didn't think too much on it. If anything, I was more focused on the subject at hand.

Letting out a metallic groan, I grabbed him in midair so I could get his attention, also partially so I could shut him up, and pointed him towards the door that was clearly labeled with a red square and white writing that said 'Apollo Square Security Services'. Then again, I shouldn't say 'clearly' since it would have just been a jumble of symbols to me a few days ago.

To my surprise though, Winston's rotors stopped spinning, his lights went dim, and he didn't make a single noise, aside from the clicking of his inner workings. Had I hit the off switch? If so, where is it so I can do that more often!?!

Unfortunately, disappointment had its own way of making itself known, since his rotors immediately began to spin back up and his systems seemed to return to normal. Well, at least as normal as it could be for him. Letting out a few whirring and beeping sounds, Winston flew out of my hands and once again started flying around my head, his headlights lingering on several aspects of the place around us, except the door I was interested in.

It seemed like he didn't want me to go in there...

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So there's a pile of wood and splinters in the corner of the room now... What? Winston didn't want me to go in, and that's all the reason I need to go in anyways! Besides, its not like I meant to break down the door. More like I was trying to push a pull door... with my boots... Yeah, even I question my logic sometimes.

Onto more important matters though. More specifically, the security room that I was in. Which, by all points and purposes, was virtually useless. Inside was a small red light that flashed at small intervals, and several TV monitors, showing the views of all the security cameras in the area. Granted, this room could probably prove useful if I ever needed it, but right now, I couldn't see anything that would be particularly helpful... That is, until I noticed something sticking out of one of the drawers.

Shining my porthole light on it, Winston, who had entered the small room with me, doing the same, I noticed that it was, much to my surprise, a film reel. One that would work perfectly for the projector that I had stationed back at the apartment with the girls. Convenient, isn't it?

Smiling at my luck, I grabbed the film reel and began to make my way out of the room, Winston letting out an affirmative beep as I did so. Before I could completely leave though, Winston seeming even more active than usual at the prospect of exiting the room, my helmet displayed a small notification message in the corner. 'New Recording In CCTV Room'.

Funny, I never got that notification before. Lingering at the door, I slowly turned back to face the monitors of the room. Winston, of course, seemed against it, as he was of everything about this room. So, naturally, that inspired me to do it anyways. I didn't sit on the chair, knowing it would probably break if I tried, and just stood in front of the monitors, pressing the play button on one of the recorders in the room. There were three, just as many as there were monitors, so this wouldn't take too long. The first recorder showed, much too my chagrin and Winston's amusement, a recording of me breaking through the stairs of the apartment buildings and falling to my death. Funnier when I look at it at this angle, but still not funny enough for me not to get annoyed. Pushing the rewind button, I was surprised to see a message pop up on the monitor. 'Film unavailable'. Unavailable? It was right here!

An eyebrow raised in confusion under my helmet, I pressed play on the next recording. The second monitor flickered away from its view of a hallway, showing a fairly recent, at least by the looks of the date in the corner of the screen, recording of a splicer, picking trash out of a nearby pile. Needless to say, since the idiot had somehow failed to notice the camera that was shining its now red light at him, he was promptly turned into Swiss cheese by a swarm of security bots. See, that was funny. Colorless, soundless, and kinda creepy, but funny.

After that recording, it didn't take me long to figure out how these cameras apparently worked. By the looks of things, the cameras would look over everything that would happen in their view, and record anything they found to be significant.

I had to say, that's a really handy featu- Wait, why is my falling through a floor important!?!

Growling slightly at the thought of the cameras having a sense of humor, I already had a robot to do that, I pressed the last of the recorder's play buttons. Once again, the camera flickered, this time showing the apartment blocks. In fact, at the very corner of the screen, I could see mine, Fluttershy's, and Rarity's. Once more, kinda creepy. The date of the recording was marked as just yesterday, and for one reason or another, Winston had completely shut up. Bliss.

From what I could see, Winston was outside of the apartment, Fluttershy and Rarity next to him, watching as his lights pointed over a nearby pile of trash. Just as I figured, they quickly began to clean it up. At first, it was pretty normal. They had done what I had expected and cleaned the pile, Winston lazily floating around them as they did so. The weird thing though, was that it had only taken them a couple of minutes. Why had they been out for over an hour?

Then, Winston flew off to another trash pile, which was quickly cleaned by my charges. And another. And another. And another... That bot of a bitch!!!

As I turned around to face Winston, a light red tint in my helmet light out of both annoyance and anger, I could only imagine what was going through his 'mind' as his headlights shone towards me, and he began to slowly float backwards away from me.

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ANALYZING SITUATION---
RESULT: DANGER IMMINENT---
LOADING SOLUTION---
LOADED---
SOLUTION: FLEE---

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A camera whirred to life, activating its primary recording function as a nearby roar echoed through the area, followed by several rapid beeps. Scanning around the area, it soon spotted the subjects of its recording, strafing its view as it watched an angry Big Daddy sprint after a panicking security bot, its footsteps shaking the ground and an arm raised in anger. Recording the rest of the event, it soon shut its function down moments after they had escaped its sight, setting the recording to one of its favorites. Even robots need entertainment sometimes.

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"Fluttershy? Darling, could you pass me the towel?" Rarity asked her now clean friend, reaching a hoof out from behind the curtains of the shower. After yesterday's mishaps, Rarity and Fluttershy felt as if they both needed a good cleaning. So, considering there was only one shower in the small apartment block, they took turns, Fluttershy having gone first.

Lifting her head from the mattress, she felt herself blush a light shade of pink as she realized that she still currently had the only towel wrapped around her mane, quickly undoing it and flying it to her friend.

"Oh. Sorry. I forgot." She said as she placed the towel onto her friend's waiting hoof. The white hoof disappearing behind the shower curtains, taking the towel with it, and the shower was quickly shut off, leaving small plinking sounds as the remnants of the water dripped from the shower head and onto the shower floor.

"It's quite alright dear. I'm sure that were our places reversed, I would have done the same." Nodding her head at Rarities statement, the small guilt she felt for her mistake quickly being removed, Fluttershy flew out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her so as to give her friend some privacy, before landing and comforting herself on the couch that sat before the white projector screen.

Truthfully, she, much like Rarity, were anxiously awaiting another call from their friends and, in Rarity's case, little sister. They knew that it would still be some time before they would call again, considering it hadn't been 24 hours yet, but that didn't sway the stress that they felt. Especially under the idea that they may be able to be brought back to Equestra as soon as possible, so they can enjoy their times with their friends and families, leaving this event behind them to be forgotten.

Everything about being trapped in this horrible kingdom. That is, except for one thing. One person. The very same that had saved and protected them since they had come to Rapture. To forget Omega, would be to forget a friend, and they could never let that happen. Suddenly, a loud roar filled the air, faint in volume, but clearly audible amongst the silence of Rapture.

"Was that Omega?" Rarity asked from behind the bathroom door, worry clear in her voice.

"I think so... Do you think he's okay?" Fluttershy asked, an ear flinching as she heard the familiar distant beeps of the robot named Winston. At the sound of these beeps though, Rarity let out a silent chuckle, scolding herself for worrying so much when Omega clearly didn't need it.

"I'm sure he is, Fluttershy. After all, it sounds like Winston is with him, and you know how well the two seem to get along."

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"Get. In. There!" I thought to myself as I shoved the now helpless Winston further into the trash pile. He wanted things to be clean? Then he could clean it himself. Otherwise, he was going to be stuck in that pile for quite some time.

Dusting my gloves off with one another, I turned away from the junk heap, and the pile of trash he laid in, and began to make my way back to my apartment, letting out a smile below my helmet as I heard the muffled beeping of a whining Winston. I loved how well we got along.

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Sitting next to one another on the couch, Rarity and Fluttershy chatted idly as they attempted to pass the time. They knew that they weren't allowed to leave the apartment without Omega's permission, though they knew he did have good reason, so they were willing to do anything they could to keep themselves busy.

Soon though, the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard through the wooden door of the apartment. Fluttershy and Rarity quickly turned to face the opening door, inwardly smiling as they saw Omega make his way inside of the small apartment.

"Hello Omega." Fluttershy greeted, waving a forehoof at her large metallic friend. Looking back to her, Omega returned the gesture, groaning slightly in his own greeting.

"So how did it go, darling?" Rarity asked. As a response, Omega reached behind him, revealing an old film reel to the girls.

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As it turned out, I had really lucked out with that film. Even more so than I had originally thought. I had managed to find one of the rarest things that could ever have been found in Rapture, both before and after its downfall. A movie from the surface, likely brought down here by smugglers looking to make a quick buck.

It was stupid, but for some reason, Andrew Ryan didn't allow anything from the surface to come down here, be it a movie, or even a person's usual religion, saying that doing so would ultimately 'disrupt the pulling of the great chain', or some crap like that. Plus, by the looks of it, it seemed that the security guards didn't agree with this policy either, considering I found the film in their office.

Anyways, the film was, at a shortage of words, pretty good. It was a romance movie, so I had quite a few moments where I thought of the film to be too, whats the word, 'mushy', from time to time. Nonetheless, it was still a nice movie.

I was sitting on the couch with both Rarity and Fluttershy by my sides. Fluttershy was resting a head on my left leg, sighing as I pet her while she watched the movie with us, and Rarity was sitting on her haunches to my right, tears in her eyes as she watched the film's more 'tragic' segments. It had been over an hour since the film had started, and we were already reaching what I thought to be the film's end.

Richard 'Rick' Blaine was talking to the woman Ilsa Brund, both of them being in front of an airplane that Richard apparently had to leave in. They were saying their last farewells, and their regrets, about their doomed romance.

“I’m saying this because it’s true." Richard said, looking absentmindedly towards the plane in the fog, "Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.” Ilsa took in a deep trembling breath as she looked to him, obviously extremely emotional about the matter.

“…But what about us?” She asked, both of her hands interlaced with one another and wriggling in sadness.

“We’ll always have Paris. We didn’t have it, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.” He assured her, turning to face her once again.

“…When I said I would never leave you…”

“And you never will. But I’ve got a job to do, too. Where I’m going, you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do, you can’t be any part of. Ilsa, I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you’ll understand that.” Lowering her head and putting her interlaced hands up to her chest, she began to cry. Yeesh, even I felt a little sad at this point.

“Now, now…” Rick told her, gently raising her chin with a finger so that the two would be looking at one another eye to eye. “Here’s looking at you, kid.”

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One grand kiss and leaving plane later, the credits to the movie started to roll, displaying the producers and directors of the film. There was so much with so little time that I didn't even bother trying to read that. Rarity, unsurprisingly, was an emotional wreck, tears streaming down her eyes, a trembling lower lip, and even the occasional sniff. Fluttershy had held out better than her friend, but she still shed a few tears near the end of the film, when Richard left in the plane, never to be seen again.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Adorable. As for me, I was just impressed by the film. I wasn't nearly as emotional as the other two, though I admit that some scenes certainly saddened me, but the film was good nonetheless. Makes me wonder as to why Andrew didn't want these movies down here in the first place.

Rarity sniffled yet again, wiping off as many tears as she could with her forelegs. "Oh dear..." She said, fanning herself with her forehoof and looking up to the ceiling. "I fear my makeup's going to stain." What makeup? I chuckled at this, watching as the last of the credits to the film rolled off screen, followed by the image of a film photo with the word 'stop' written over it, meaning that the roll had run out of film.

Casablanca huh? This better have won an award or something.

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The three of us spent the next hour inside of the apartment, waiting for another call from the princesses, and the friends of my charges. After that film, they had seemed to be much more content with their current situation, which was really saying something considering how bad it was. I figured that the movie probably just relaxed them, making them feel like they were back home again, relaxing and watching a movie with one another.

I could only imagine what that was like... well, I guess that I got a glance at what it was like. Being with the two by my side throughout the movie, it actually made me feel... normal. Like an actual person, instead of a Big Daddy. Though, deep down, I was still aware of my metal suit, my inhuman strength, and my twisted mind.

I was a Big Daddy through and through, but at least they helped me mask that fact, if even for a moment.

"Omega?" Fluttershy called, snapping me out of my incidental fall into my own thoughts.

I pointed my helmet to her, viewing her through the green glow of helmet's porthole. She seemed concerned, her forelegs folded beneath her as she laid on the mattress with her equally concerned seeming friend.

"Are you okay? You seem distracted." I shook my head, waving a dismissive hand at her. There was nothing wrong really, just a few thoughts, right? Fluttershy and Rarity seemed unconvinced though, both of their faces gaining skeptical features as they looked to me, though their concern didn't vanish. I didn't know why they looked at me like that, what should I have said?

Suddenly, the lights of the room dimmed again, the projector turning itself on once again. Good thing too, that was starting to get awkward.

Fluttershy and Rarity's expressions shifted from ones of concern, to those of surprise, then of joy as the projector began to fully display its image, showing the same group of ponies from before, Sweetie Belle and Pinkie Pie waving wildly at the screen.

"Hiya everypony!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed in greeting. "We're baaaaaaccck!" She said with a giggle. Many of the ponies in the group, along with my two charges, giggled alongside her.

"Hello Pinkie, everypony." Rarity greeted in return, looking to all of her friends, and her little sister, with a smile, her companion, Fluttershy, doing the same. "It's good to see you all again."

"It's great to see you too." Twilight replied, her own look of happiness as she saw her friend again. Rarity turned to Sweetie Belle, who was bouncing up and down in an effort to gain her attention.

"And hello to you too Sweetie Belle~" Rarity said to her little sister, using a voice that I had heard women use when they talked to children. Or babies. Or kittens. Or basically anything they thought was cute. Still, as these ponies usually made things, the whole scene seemed-

"CUtE." I froze momentarily at this, not having expected to hear my voice when I said that. "WhAt THe? WIerD, I dOnT seE tHE priNceSses aNyWherE." Twilight smiled proudly at this, raising her head slightly higher with a giggle.

"That's because I added a translator spell to the communication link. I figured it would make things easier, especially since the princesses are both in the archives right now, looking for ways to bring you both back right now." She explained, shifting her gaze to my charges near the end. I didn't know how magic worked, and no matter how much I wanted too, and believe me, I did, I decided not too ask. Besides, I still had to figure out the pink anamoly of energy next to her friends... On second thought, maybe magic would be easier to figure out.

"WeLl thAt'S hElpFuL." I said simply, crossing my arms and standing from the couch. I figured that if I was going to be in the conversation, then I should at least look like I was listening.

"That's what ah said." Applejack said, lightly bumping into her purple friend with an... I'm not sure if I could call that an elbow. Still, I got the gist of it. Twilight, in turn, blushed sheepishly, putting one of her forehooves behind her head while looking to the ground with a small, embarrassed smile.

"Geez Twi, I thought that Fluttershy was the shy one." Rainbow Dash joked, her friends giggling at this, aside from Twilight who just looked at her friend with a slightly annoyed, yet friendly, glare.

"So, what should we do no-" Fluttershy began, her quiet voice being boomed out of existence by a much more hyper and unexpected one.

"I have an idea! We can ask things to Omega about some stuff, like where they are, what its like, about himself, all that stuff. After all, Twilight said that she wanted to know more about 'Rapture', and I kinda want to know more too. We can do it so I ask a question, then you answer, then she asks a question, then you answer again- Ooh, we can make a game out of it! You go first Sweetie Belle!" She rambled, pushing Sweetie Belle closer to the screen upon her suggestion. Nobody said anything though, seeming to process what they had just heard.

"H-hoW dO YoU fUNcTioN?" I asked, completely dumbfounded by the sudden explosion of energy that had come from out of nowhere. The pink pony just giggled though.

"Silly! We're supposed to ask the questions! Besides..." Darting her eyes around the room, she put a hoof up to the side of her mouth, leaning closer to the screen before whispering, "it's a secret." I... Didn't even know what to say about that.

Finally, everbody seemed to recover from their confusion, slowly adjusting themselves once again as they took in Pinkie's idea.

"Pinkie, you're so random." Rainbow Dash said with a smile and a chuckle, her friend giggling in return.

"Um... Right. Well, I guess that... wouldn't be a bad idea actually." Twilight uttered. "And, she's not wrong when she said we do want to know about you and Rapture some more, Omega." No she doesn't. Believe me, she doesn't. Her horn started to glow slightly, a small flash of light appearing in front of her, somehow materializing a note pad and... a feather with ink on it?

"Okay, go ahead Sweetie Belle." Sweetie Belle snapped out of her silent pause at the sound of someone calling her, her eyes widening slightly as she looked back and forth between us and the group in surprise.

"Oh! Um... Okay... Ummmm..." She put a hoof up to her chin in thought, puffing out her lower lip like Rarity had during the movie, only out of thought, rather than sadness. Like sister like sibling I guess. "Is... Rapture a fun place to be?"

I felt myself flinch at this question, Rarity and Fluttershy doing the same as they probably recalled their experience so far.

"It... USeD tO bE... I guEsS yOu cOUlD SaY ThAt iT StILl is, DePEnDing on WhO YoU ARE." I said simply, unsure of what else to say to the filly.

"Oh, so can I come and visit too then?" I felt my eyes widen at this, pausing slightly out of the shock of the question. Luckily, Rarity had come in for the rescue.

"Sweetie Belle, darling, it's Pinkie Pie's turn now." She said hurriedly, trying to veer off the subject as best as she could. Good thing too. Sweetie Belle blushed at this, smiling an adorably sheepish smile.

"Oops." Chuckling at this, I faced my porthole to the Pinkie Pie. Truthfully, I kinda regretted that though.

"Hmmmmmmm. Ooh, ooh, I know, I know! Do you have cupcakes there?" Twilight let out a slight groan at this, placing her forehoof on her face in frustration while everyone else just rolled their eyes and giggled. Though, there was a bit of confusion for me as she asked this.

"WHaT tHe HeCk Is a 'CuPCaKe'?" Pinkie Pie's eyes widened at this question, as she jumped up into the air and let out an extremely prolonged and over-exaggerated gasp.

"Only the sweetest, yummiest, sugariest, mouth-wateringiest treat in the world!" Suddenly, she reached behind her, pulling out an oddly shaped sack and pouring out its contents onto the floor, leaving several odd pieces of food on the floor, paper wrapping around the bottom and creams of all colors and patterns on the top. "See?!" She exclaimed, taking one the 'cupcakes' and popping it into her mouth, paper wrapping and all, and eating it in a single bite.

First off, I'm pretty sure that its not healthy to eat paper, no matter what species you are. Second. "WHeRe dId YoU gET tHoSe?" I asked, motioning to the sweets and sack that she had seemed to pull out of nowhere. Biting into another cupcake, she let out a garbled answer through the sweet, before putting the rest of the treat into her mouth. In a way, it was probably better that I didn't know anyways.

"Mah turn." Applejack said, apparently unphased by Pinkie's behavior. I guess they were used to it. "Are ya completely made outta metal?" She asked, glancing at the many parts of my suit as she did so. It wasn't a bad question actually, considering that she, nor the other girls in the group with her, didn't know me that well.

"No, iT'S juSt a SUIt." I told her, putting my arms out to my sides as emphasis. "PrETTy sURe iM nOt mADE Of mEtAL INSiDe." A small smile of pride came to me when I heard Fluttershy, Rarity, and Sweetie Belle giggle at this. Which is weird, considering I wasn't making a joke.

"I'm up then!" The rainbow maned cyan pony exclaimed, flying herself higher into the air with a raised hoof. Excited, I take it? "How strong are you?"

... And straight to the point. Rather than answer her directly though, I reached behind me, grabbing the edge of the sofa, and lifting it high over my head. The look on her face was priceless.

"ThAT anSWEr YoUr qUEStIoN?"

She nodded her head, her open jaw shifting to a smile. "Awesome." Oh great, I impressed the extremist... That sounded offensive. Placing the couch back down onto the floor, I waited for my next question. "You're up Twi." No sooner had she said that, the purple unicorn materialized a scroll in front of her. Nothing major, right? Well, not until it rolled out, for about an entire minute, reaching outside of the projector's view.

"Ooooooh! What to ask first? Maybe how your economic system is in Rapture? Oh, or maybe how you are able to eat in that suit, or if you eat at all! What about-"

"Um, Twi?" Rainbow Dash interjected, thankfully. "We've only got thirty minutes, remember?" Twilight's look of focus devolved to one of sheepish embarrassment.

"Oh, right. Ummmm... I'll settle for species?" For a second, as she flashed another awkward smile, I thought I had heard a squeak in the background. As if I wasn't crazy enough.

"HUmaN. THOuGh, tO cLArIfy, HumANs dONt aLl looK lIKe ME. IM jUst ONe oF tHE UNlUckY feW ThaT wAS turNeD intO A BiG DAddY." The confusion in the group's faces was about as clear as a blue whale swimming by the city during low tide. "ItS a LoNg sTory."

Now lets see. We're going in a circle here, so next up should be...

"Um, Omega?"

Fluttershy.

"Sorry if this seems like I wasn't paying attention before, not that I wasn't that is, but, um, I think you should explain to them, well, what exactly Big Daddies... Do?" ... That... wasn't really a question, but I guess she had her heart in the right place. After all, Rarity and Fluttershy knew enough about the subject from that film I had shown them, so their friends probably had as much a right to know as well, right?

"GooD IdEA." I praised, Fluttershy blushing ever so slightly as I did so, smiling with delight. "Big DaddIes, LikE MySELf, aRe basIcaLlY guardiAns. We ProTecT oUr liTtLe SiStErs, aND tHeY gaThEr sOmeThiNg callEd 'ADAM'." As I said this, I could easily see that I was leaving a lot of holes in the explanation. Then again, I was only hoping to give them an idea of what I did, not really the specifics.

"Little Sisters? Like me?" Sweetie Belle asked, seeming to bounce slightly in excitement at this. How adorably ignorant. No offense.

"Heh. No, NoT exACtLy." I told her. Rarity hushed her little sister, likely for asking a question yet again though it wasn't her turn. Sweetie Belle just rolled her eyes at this though, sitting with a slight 'harrumph' at her sister's silent scolding. Speaking of Rarity...

"Which begs the answer darling," Rarity began, looking from Sweetie Bells to me as she put on a more curious, yet nonetheless serious demeanor. "Did you ever have a Little Sister assigned to you?"

... I... They... Should I really answer this?...

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Rarity's face shifted to one of concern as she noticed the amount of time Omega took to answer the question, Fluttershy sharing in this concern as she occasionally shared glances with her friend. Had she asked something wrong?

Fluttershy noticed that Omega's light was no longer its usual shade of green. It hasn't shifted to any other color, meaning that he wasn't angered or upset, but it seemed... dulled.

"Omega?" She asked, her many friends from beyond the projector screen looking to the scene in confusion.

"... I... UsEd To... I dON't liKE to tAlk aBouT iT..." He finally answered, the girls back in Canterlot nodding their heads in understanding of the answer. Fluttershy and Rarity simply looked towards one another in shared worry again however, knowing that all was not well with their friend. When Omega had answered the question, his voice had seemed... lifeless. Almost completely drained of whatever energy or personality he had previously shown to have.

"LetS juSt SaY... ThEy LefT."

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"And you're sure that you last saw him here." The blonde, aged woman known as Sofia Lamb asked one of her accompanying splicers, hoping to confirm the news he had previously told her of.

"Of course Ma'am. Y'know I'd never lie to th' family." He told her, smiling a seemingly forced, but nonetheless sincere smile in her direction. Truthfully though, he felt rather intimidated next to the current leader of Rapture.

Sofia nodded at him, moving her gaze back to the path ahead of her as she and her group of splicer guards moved along. She had a purpose for being here after all. In the now slummed remains of inequality and injustice that Andrew Ryan had so precariously built upon, now ruled by her and the various other members of her 'family'.

As of recent, word of a particularly well known rogue Big Daddy had arrived to her, known only by the name of 'Metal Feline', as the splicers called him. She cared not for the reason, nor for his being whatsoever. Even more recently however, she had learned of his location, which was much more valuable to her than the simple knowledge of this Big Daddy.Truthfully though, she had come to repay a debt that the family owed.

Turning a corner, the splicers around her seemed to jump in accomplishment, fear, and anger combined as they spotted the metal man they were after, lumbering around in the Tea Gardens for whatever particular reason. Sofia remained calm and blank at this though, beginning her silent walk to the only unregistered member of her family.

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Now that the leak's fixed, I can finally head back to- Oh goddammit. Of course, I couldn't go one day without getting into trouble. And who else to bring it than the 'great lamb' herself.

Mentally sighing as she made her way towards me, off all things she could have approached, I turned to face her, my porthole light glowing yellow with caution as I eyed the splicer group that accompanied her, the splicers giving me similar looks as I did so.

"So then, you're this 'metal feline' I've been hearing so much about?" Unfortunately, yes, that's what the splicers called me. I groaned at her question, my own form of 'yes', and felt my ESU begin to crackle to life, if only faintly.

"Good." She said, nodding her head and adjusting the glasses she wore further up the bridge of her nose. "Now then, I am going to be blunt with you. I do not like you. Not even a little." Feeling's mutual. "You are that one small grain of rice that fell out of the plate and onto the black table, sticking out and annoying anyone who sees the clashing white spec on the black surface. The one blemish that is both unaccounted for, and unwanted because of that." Yeah, well if I could talk, I'd say that you're an old and decrepit, smug, annoying bit- "But," she continued, almost irritably. "You also assisted the family when assistance was needed. I take it you remember the events from last week? Involving the occurrence of one of the family's Little Sisters?"

How could I not? Not only had they recently begun making more Little Sisters, as of recent, but they had little to no idea how to care for them. Time and time again, I would see one of these new Little Aisters with a new Big Daddy, acting much like Rapture's duo of danger usually would, but other times, Little Sisters would roam free, being promised city-wide protection by Sofia Lamb and her 'family'. Last week was one of those moments, and considering my programming, and soft spot for Little Sisters, I ended up getting the girl out a of a tough situation involving a drunk splicer, a scalpel, and an empty bottle of booze.

"Yes, well, despite the family's... disapproval of your neutrality, we still find it necessary to thank you." Looking to the group of splicers behind her, Sofia gestured her head to me, grunting as she did so, as if to add authority to her silent demand. No sooner than she had done so, the splicers quickly began to look amongst themselves, searching for a specific bag that one of the dolts were carrying. After a bit of chaos and stupidity, they gave the bag over to Sophia, who in turn placed it before my feet. Smart, considering I would've broken her in two if I wanted to.

"I had heard that you were searching for this item for quite sometime." She said as I slowly bent over and picked up the bag top between two of my large gloved fingers, lifting it up in front of my porthole to obtain a better view. "Consider our debt, paid." Looking back to her, I noticed that both she, and her groups of splicers were leaving, likely choosing to return to their base in Lower Rapture.

A moment or so after they had left my sight though, I carefully pulled open the bag and glanced inside to see its contents. Surprise was the first thing to come to me, followed by disbelief, and then ultimately, sadness. Reaching in, I grabbed hold of the now sacred treasure of mine, pulling it out with great care and looking it over. Within the bag, was the last item of my collection of momentos from the three little sisters I had. The third sister's gold coin. The coin was unlike any other I had ever seen before, its shape and imaging being far more ornate and unique than any other coin's I had seen down in Rature. It was her good luck charm... Unfortunately, it was the same day that she had lost it, that I had lost her.

Clutching the still pristine coin to my chest, I felt myself lean back slightly, soon filling the room with a large metallic thump as I sat on the floor, groaning in sadness and despair as I held her last keepsake. The worst part? For some reason, no matter how much I tried, or how much I wanted to, I couldn't remember anything about her. Her name, how she died, I remembered nothing from her. Nothing, except the coin, and her existence.

Author's Notes:

Crap. I am getting real tardy with these entries, and I have no idea why... *cough* Dark Souls 2 *cough*

Anywho, I'm sorry for the delay everyone, and as per usual, I hope you all enjoy the latest chapter.

Oh, and as some of you may have noticed from the story description, I'm currently looking for a better cover image for the story. Hopefully something involving Omega with Rarity and Fluttershy, or something of the like. If anyone out there has any ideas or submissions, please PM me. I suck with photoshop or anything having to do with art, so I desperately need the help.

Thanks!