Digital Daydream

    My butt was firmly planted on the edge of my chair, a dreamy expression carved into my features as I gawked at what was before me. I couldn't help but gaze intensely at the image that was present on my Mac's computer screen. It had easily caught my attention for one of two reasons. One, being that it was a wonderfully drawn picture of Dr. Guy striking a rather precarious pose. Two, I happen to be a big fan of crimson-firefox's Bioshock comic so it was only natural to click on the link since I absolutely adore both Dr. Guy and Tlamotu...I'm a red blooded girl, I'm allowed to stare at a fictional man that I find attractive, dammit! Don't judge me!

    Ahem... Anyway, I turned my head away from the rather provocative image displayed on my screen. My Bioshock wallpaper peeking out meekly behind the scandalous Deviantart page. As the floor boards beneath the gray rug in the hallway began to squeak and groan at the presence of footsteps, I hastily minimized the web page. My wallpaper now happily dominated my computer, thrilled to get some breathing time from practically drowning in all the Deviantart web pages. I jumped slightly as the door adjacent to me swung open, revealing the figure of my mother, her brow raised.

"Everything alright in here, Britt? You've been in here for quite a while..."

"O-Of course!" I stated loudly out of nervousness, "What makes you th-think I'm not a-alright?"

My face warmed with a fresh blush as I shakily brushed a lock of my chocolate hair behind my ear. I tried to feign an innocent smile as I blinked my brown, doe-like eyes at her. My mother tilted her head slightly in confusion before an amused smile quirked her lips.

"Alright then, just remember to clean your room..."  she started.

"Yeah, yeah I'll get to it! I'll clean it in a sec!" I frowned, slightly agitated by my mother's intrusion. I ushered her out of my room, to which she responded with a small scowl. After she had left I swiftly shut the door.

Geez...you'd think I was looking at porn.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I dragged myself over to my bed before laying my languid body upon the mattress. A couple of minutes later, the coils beneath the bed squealed in protest at the sudden added weight. The mattress then dipped as if I wasn't the only one present on the bed. My eyes fluttered open, my face slowly contorted into one of disbelief and shock.

Dr. Guy was on my bed, splayed out in the same pose as the one in the picture illustrated by Crimson-Firefox.  My heart almost ceased beating within the confinements of my ribs.

"You're...you're, Dr.Guy!" I gasped out as I scrambled back to the opposite end of the bed. "How the hell did you get into my room?!"

"I'm not sure...but I'm not complaining~" He waggled his eyebrows at me, a smirk curling behind his mouth guard. The silver disk sitting on his elastic headband shined lightly, mirroring my cherry cheeks and wide eyes. My hands flew to my face as I reddened even more in embarrassment.

My shy mannerisms slowly melted away as the apples of my cheeks returned to there original shade.  "So, you have no idea how you got here at all?"

He shrugged as he sat upright, surveying my room. "Nope, last I remember I was talking with
Tlamotu..." he trailed off as he gazed upon the clothes that littered the floor, "Your room...is filthy." his inflamed right eye began to twitch violently.

I laughed sheepishly as I scratched the back of my neck. "Yeah...What can I say? I'm a bit of a bum. Anyway, I have to get you out of here before someone--"

Not a second later my older brother of twenty-five came barreling through the door, baseball bat in hand.

"What the hell are you doing in bed with my sister?!" he roared.

Oh Shit.