Writers notes: The events are set after Bioshock 1 based on the Bad choice of the ending (If you harvested all the little sisters) and acts like Bioshock 2 didn't happen. Sophie McDonagh is not an OC, technically. She featured in the prequel novel Bioshock: Rapture which focused on Bill McDonagh's point of view leading up to Bioshock. She is last seen about 9 years old, so this is her older, about 18 I guess. But the book hasn't been officially accepted as canon or anything, although it is 'official' as much as Fanfiction can be (the writer worked with 2K games while writing).
A fair bit of exposition, so apologies in advance, but I hope you enjoy Bioshock: Pandemonium. It gets quicker further into the story, and then we really begin to have fun.
Bioshock: Pandemonium
-click whirr-
Audio Dairy: Return to Rapture.
My name is Sophie McDonagh. My father was Bill McDonagh, Rapture's Chief Engineer and one of its founding members. I was born there, in an underwater city, and my father died there. My mother managed to escape with me to the surface, avoiding the horrific civil war that followed. Like a Godly judgement, the Rapture Civil War between Andrew Ryan's madness and Fontaine's greed should have ended the city for good, letting it fade into a legend. A second Atlantis.
Ryan lured my parents here with promises of a brighter future, away from the evil of the surface world.
"Nuclear holocaust", they cried.
"World war three", they cried.
"Save us", we cried.
I thought the nightmare would end when the war ended, but we weren't prepared for what happened next. An army of splicers led by an insane and brutal child of Rapture. A bloody war ensued, halting the Cold War and uniting the world against this threat from the sea. Thankfully, it only lasted a year, and he lost in the end. Surrounded by dead splicers, he didn't understand the repercussions of his attack, and Rapture revealed to the surface.
Funny. We didn't understand either.
During the war, the number of casualties increased exponentially, with women being drafted into the army to train and fight on the front lines. I wondered to myself, even as I fought alongside the future president, Cassandra Rolan, whether there'd be anyone left afterwards, human or splicer. I'm sure that if Jack had won, he would have turned on his splicers. He had been bred for death, and although he had been given choices, he made himself this… monster.
So it was that, even in death, Andrew Ryan's bloodied child lived on.
As a child of the city, it was up to me to end it once and for all.
-click-
2 months after World War three.
Huge, imposing, armed, the S.S Navarone slowly rested to a stop in the water. The submarine's crew on board was quiet as the grave while it waited for it's orders. "Operation Charybdis is go. I repeat, option Charybdis is a go. We have full authority from President Rolan to destroy Rapture" echoed the metallic voice around the submarine.
"We're in position, sir" replied the Ensign manning the radar.
"Fire at will" acknowledged the Captain as the radio squawked suddenly with a different tone.
"Mayday mayday we're going dow-" cried a voice through the communicator before it was cut off. An explosion sent tremors through the water minutes later, distant explosions rocking the submarine.
"What the hell happened? Did they hit us?" exclaimed the Captain, knocked to the floor by the vessel's violent shaking. Painful thuds echoed around the submarine's corridors, alarms blaring.
"What's going on? Engineering room, Ensign, someone tell me!" ordered he Captain, standing up despite his bleeding forehead.
"Red alert, red alert! Two missiles incoming!"
"Evade!" shouted the Captain as the hull ruptured, torn away by a great eldritch force. Water gushed in, slamming into the submarine's crew before its own missiles slammed into the side.
Its fate was echoed by the rest of the fleet, metal behemoths falling through the ocean to meet an entirely different kind.
Lumbering, shuddering, armoured brutes stomped across the sea floor, their rivet guns aimed up and firing. Any survivors of the wrecks were filled with gaping holes by the heavy ammo, Rapture's army descending to defend its borders. A loud hum, and a submarine dragged itself through the water, having survived the initial salvo.
In response, the hulking figure of an Alpha series lifted its hand, clenching it into a fist. Telekinetic forces crushed the submarine like a tin can, and that was the end of Operation Charybdis.
With their enemies defeated, the Rosies lowered their rivet guns and walked wrecks around them. Corpses floated in the murky brine, bloodied holes showing where some had actually been shot, the bolts penetrating through flesh with ease. Of course, Big Daddies didn't care. Instead, the great metal sheets were ripped off and dragged back to the city.
Rapture would not go down that easily.
"Steinman was right!" scrawled the bloodied lettering, written above the desiccated corpse of a splicer used for the macabre ink.
A bloodied hand showed it was the corpse that had done it, ignorant of blood loss and only thinking to pass on some important message. Next to it in lopsided handwriting was "Aphrodite loves us all!"
The vision of Aphrodite hummed to herself as she gracefully walked across the floor of Hephaestus, admiring the graffity with pleasure. A pink glow radiated from her body and toga, drawing the attention of one amorous Spider-slicer who was climbing upside down on the ceiling. So far gone in his splicing to be half blind, his mask had fallen off ages ago. "Pretty lady… but not too pretty. Make you as pretty as me" he whispered, and jumped down, lunging at the woman.
Her gaze met his in mid-leap, and the hatred melted away. His body instinctively threw itself off balance so it fell to the floor. Tears of joy fell from his eyes in response to the feelings of love he felt instead, and the Goddess spoke to him with a honeyed voice of ambrosia. "Take off your own head" she requested. Without further encouragement, the spider slicer took his sickle blades and sliced through his own neck, the head rolling across the floor with an ecstatic smile. The Goddess smiled to herself, and continued her humming while she glided across the rusted metal floors of Rapture.