Johannes Cabal and the Mendacious Machine
Hello, all!
So. The urge to write this has been sitting in my noggin' for a long while, and then a mention of baking cake to celebrate Walpurgisnacht was made which tipped me over the edge, and this is a Johannes Cabal/Portal crossover what have I done.
Title: Johannes Cabal and the Mendacious Machine
Summary: Due to circumstances beyond his control - he never asked for that syringe to the neck, thank you very much - Johannes Cabal wakes up to find himself trapped in a mysterious glass cell. Armed with nothing but his wits (and a migraine), he attempts to negotiate his freedom. Unfortunately, there is no one with which to negotiate (or threaten, mostly threaten) for miles around. No one, that is, aside from a dull, distant, droning voice with a disquieting air of deceit…
Notes: This plays with Portal canon just a little bit; don't think about it too hard. You don't need to have played it to enjoy this story, either. Huge thanks to Radicarian for being an amazing beta!
(please check all cake jokes at the door, thank you)
“I have gazed upon creatures so great, so terrifying and so non-Euclidian that the merest glimpse of them would cause an average man’s brain to discharge violently from his ears; believe me, I’ve seen it happen.” It was true. It had taken him weeks to get the stains out of his shirt.
[Mods, I do hope I've tagged this properly. If I've missed any tags you feel would be appropriate, feel free to append them!]
So. The urge to write this has been sitting in my noggin' for a long while, and then a mention of baking cake to celebrate Walpurgisnacht was made which tipped me over the edge, and this is a Johannes Cabal/Portal crossover what have I done.
Title: Johannes Cabal and the Mendacious Machine
Summary: Due to circumstances beyond his control - he never asked for that syringe to the neck, thank you very much - Johannes Cabal wakes up to find himself trapped in a mysterious glass cell. Armed with nothing but his wits (and a migraine), he attempts to negotiate his freedom. Unfortunately, there is no one with which to negotiate (or threaten, mostly threaten) for miles around. No one, that is, aside from a dull, distant, droning voice with a disquieting air of deceit…
Notes: This plays with Portal canon just a little bit; don't think about it too hard. You don't need to have played it to enjoy this story, either. Huge thanks to Radicarian for being an amazing beta!
(please check all cake jokes at the door, thank you)
“I have gazed upon creatures so great, so terrifying and so non-Euclidian that the merest glimpse of them would cause an average man’s brain to discharge violently from his ears; believe me, I’ve seen it happen.” It was true. It had taken him weeks to get the stains out of his shirt.
[Mods, I do hope I've tagged this properly. If I've missed any tags you feel would be appropriate, feel free to append them!]