Canon Divergent Frank Fontaine

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canon divergent frank fontaine from the bioshock series. please read guidelines before interacting. oc + crossover friendly.

@the-chain-holden - Jack/Frank

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Finally.

Relief overcame him as he eagerly watched his prodigy fulfill his purpose through the security cameras. All of that effort; the blood, sweat, and tears he'd poured into this entire scheme had been paid off in full. Not a moment too soon, either.

Frank could only hope that it wasn't too late to turn a pretty profit on the marvels that Rapture had to offer, now that everything was under his complete control; the City itself, he figured, was mostly done for. The steady supply of ADAM, however, was another matter entirely. Though Rapture may be a dilapidated shell of what once was a bustling and thriving society, the ADAM was all he truly needed.

Although... maybe...

The con man had a decision to make; try to revitalise and rehabilitate the City as much as possible, or find a way to send the ADAM to the surface to sell as a wonder-drug. Either way, there was no real rush. He had plenty of time to mull his options over.

"Nice work, boyo..." There was no disguising his elation as he laughed heartily. Although it was the abrupt and brutal end of Ryan's reign, it was the beginning of a brand new era, as uncertain as it may be. He stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes still fixated on the screens, a wide grin plastered on hardened features.

"It's time to end this little masquerade. There ain't no Atlas, kid. Never was. A fella in my line of work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once I was even a chinaman for six months. But you've been a sport, so I guess I owe you a little honesty. The name's Frank Fontaine."

He made sure to speak real slowly. He wanted Jack to feel every word pierce him deeply in his psyche, to make him question everything, to keep him vulnerable and confused. What a feeling, to pull the rug out from underneath him. A harsh reminder that he's nothing more than a dog on a leash. His dog.

"I'm sure it's a real surprise, huh, kid? You wanna know the real kicker?" Frank taunted gleefully, "That family of yours? That home you've been wantin' so desperately to get back to? It ain't even real. Just a sweet little story I had cooked up for you. Ain't that somethin'?"

After giving his investment some time to process his words of discouragement, he spoke up again, rising from his seat and sauntered over to his personal bathysphere, radio firmly on his grasp.

@drxmxtispersonxe - Sander/Frank

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It had been a long time since Frank had seen a stage show; between keeping the Winters twins in check, running his multitude of businesses, public appearances, and "charitable" endeavours, he simply hadn't found the time. He was notoriously a busy man

Tonight, however, he was all too happy to clear his schedule.

It was no secret amongst the pillars of Rapture society that a rift was starting to form between the city's founder and his favourite artist. Rumours were spreading, people were talking. The writing was on the wall. It was only a matter of time before one of the men would cut the string tying them together. Where most saw a crack in the foundation, Frank saw an opportunity.

If he could just worm his way in...

More evidence of their lovers tiff was apparent at the theatre. Frank's eyes scanned the room. No sign of Ryan. It must be real serious, he thought to himself with a wicked grin he didn't attempt to conceal. The founder's absence would make things easier for him, that he was certain of; hopefully, with his faux charm and seemingly endless praise, he'd have Cohen's undivided attention. Although, he imagined it wouldn't be quite that easy. Yet, he was sure that as long as he was patient, eventually he'd have the artist exactly where he wanted him.

The curtains closed to the sound of thunderous applause, the audience talking amongst themselves in awe and excitement as the lights turned on and the staff began to usher out the sea of people. An incredibly successful opening night by all accounts. Frank stubbed out his cigarette, staying seated as he waited for the patrons to leave first; he didn't want Ryan to catch wind of his visit to Cohen, at least not yet. Not until he was positive the scales of Sander's judgement tipped heavily in his favour.

Once the coast was clear, Frank rose from his seat and made his way out of the theatre towards the back stage, though he didn't dare enter. That would be too intrusive for his liking. Instead, he waited close by, lying in ambush in the corridor adjacent to the entrance, lighting another cigarette as he leaned back against the wall.

After a short while, the door opened, and he watched intently as Cohen's fellow artists filed out. No sign of his target. An impatient sigh escaped as he straightened himself out. The silence returned as the group turned the corner and headed out. Carefully considering his options, Frank shifted his weight as he stood mulling over his next move.

If Sander wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, Frank would be taking too high of a risk. First impressions were vital, one wrong step could ruin everything. Not to mention, from what he'd heard, Cohen was not the man to piss off.

But if he was in a good mood, riding the high of a performance well received, then Frank could, hopefully, begin to flatter his way into the artist's good graces. He was stuck between a rock and hard place, but he had to make a decision, and quickly. Before he could talk himself out of it, he approached the door.

If someone is in a relationship with Frank, then chances are, unless they're in the same line of work, they won't know about his smuggling and black market schemes. It's something he keeps as private as possible to protect himself and his assets. The wrong kind of attention would ruin everything, so he isn't willing to take the risk.

One of the big reasons why he doesn't care about the treatment of the Little Sisters and the torture they go through is because he doesn't view them as people. He just sees them as tools to achieve what he wants to achieve.

This also applies in part to his Home For The Poor; he doesn't care about the people, it's not out of the kindness of his heart, they're just cannon fodder to him.

He lies so often that sometimes he actually starts to believe them himself.

My favourite audio diary is probably "The Longest Con" (RIP Diane) because I think it just shows how self satisfied he is with himself. He really thinks of himself as such a genius, and I think this audio diary does such a great job of showing that.

If not, then I may get started sooner rather than later, and sort out the fic and bios as and when I can.

Frank is someone who is always gathering information on people, searching for something to weaponize against them if he "needs" to, regardless of whether they're friend or foe.

He loves it when people are dependent on him in some way. He will give as much as he takes to increase his importance in someone's life. If there's strings to pull, he'll yank them hard. Nothing boosts his ego more than people putting him on a pedestal.