Rattmann Stories

I'm still here, Chell. You've left, forever; and I'm still here. Perhaps my messages were not obvious enough. Perhaps my murals did not impress you. I'm sorry for disappointing you, Chell. Please come back for me.

(The description is kinda weird to read but trust me the book is WAY better) You're in your 4th year of College, a smart young adult with a Computer Science major. One night, your boyfriend died in a fire and now you have to deal with the grief that follows. But one day, while you were visiting the new science museum you watched being built when you were young, you bump into a tall lanky fellow. Not knowing how much he would change your life. ° ° ° ° ° ° ⚠️!! IMPORTANT !!⚠️ THE COVER ART OF WHEATLEY IS NOT MINE!! The fanart of Wheatley was done by the amazing Vesnawinters or " Your tired artist friend " as they go by on Tumblr! The only part I can take credit for is the background and text edited for the cover. Please show them the love they deserve I scrolled a bit through their page and you just gotta see it! :D (I'll be replacing the cover with my own art when I manage to draw something up for it. Please let me know when I should take the cover art down!!!)

Aperture Science has always been strange. Chell never thought it would've gotten stranger than a murderous AI. But her second round in escaping Aperture's laboratories leads to time-traveling, dimension-hopping scientists, more crazy AI, the shattering of reality, and increasing danger. This takes place during the events of Portal 2. Or maybe a rewrite if you will. I decided to use a few scrapped and a few suggested ideas from the original game to mess around with the original plot. I'll probably rewrite the description sometime soon. I also took some other elements into my own hands and disregarding canon at times. So if it doesn't completely line up with the canon game, I either intended it or didn't. Anyway, just a warning that it's not going to be entirely true to the game lore. Portal, Portal 2, and all the characters, as well as some plot points belong to Valve. The only thing I own in this story is the writing and most of the ideas.

Apart from Chell, Doug Rattmann is the only human left alive in Aperture. But how do you really define human? Is a synthetic consciousness functionally equivalent to a biological one a real person? Curiosity is confused, Doug is delusional, and Old Aperture is slowly crumbling around them.

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[Before this book starts I just want to clarify that this is my first ever legit story so I'll be almost as sorry as Wheatley if it turns out bad. I also want to clarify that it contains spoilers of the real game.] So there he was, the core was there, floating aimlessly throughout the cold, vast space for eternity, with his so called 'Space Partner', trying to keep himself amused. And there she was, the dangerous, mute, lunatic, out of Aperture. Wandering upon the wheat field about her. The core and the mute had had their times, their moments, good and bad, they don't have much in common. Except for one emotion...