Prologue
I haven't written anything in awhile and this is my first time submitting something on this site. Funny enough, this random point and click game series I find on sale for a dollar or two each on Steam has inspired me to write this. Hopefully this isn't too garbage.
-YKFD
The vase shattering wakes me up. I'm in bed, alone. Sounds of struggle can be heard downstairs. I reach into the night stand and pull out the letter opener. I quickly leap out of bed and tip toe to the closet. The glint of the gun locker catches my eye as I begin to put in the combination. I pull it open, shit, empty. Another knock and the sounds of struggle catches my attention again. I creep over to the door, my hand shaking as I reach for the doorknob. A large hand grabs my throat from behind. I struggle to rip the hand off my throat to no avail. I fling my letter opener back, but the intruder catches my wrist. The intruder's grip tightens as I gasp out in pain, dropping the letter opener in the process. I cough and I gag, trying to gasp and suck in any air despite the passage being tightened. My vision starts to fade, this is it, it can't be it, I was… so… close...
Deponia, the biggest junk yard in the world. Its been two years since I've been left here. Two years since Elysium fell. Two years since… since I last saw him. When the Utopians left me here, I got all the memories of all the other Goals after the time loops closed. Was he selfish? Yes, was he rude? Yes, can he be absent? Without a shadow of a doubt, but, Rufus was the greatest man I've ever met. Despite his character being very unlikable at first glance, he risked his life, he saved Deponia, and, at least for awhile, saved Elysium. The worst part about this is, no one will remember him. No one will remember everything he did to save everyone. Only I will remember what he sacrificed to save us all. Only I will remember the sacrifice he made so I could live.
Knock, knock, knock!
Sitting at my desk, blueprints and equations scattered around on it, the floor and tacked to the wall, I drop my head to the rough blue paper painted hard surface with a loud thud emitting from my forehead's contact with the recycled hardwood. An annoyed sigh escapes my lips. Who could be bothering me on my damn day off?
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
"I'm coming!" I scoot the padded metal duct taped chair away from the desk, scrunching up the old hole filled burgundy carpet. I stand up and fix myself a little bit, quickly fixing my short hair before walking over to the door. I twist the lock and pull the door open. Locking eye to eye with me is the cold gaze of Rufus' Ex or would have been Rufus' Ex, Toni.
"Toni."
"Goal," since I moved in to Kuvaq, I started working for Toni's store. Toni worked the cash register while I helped find junk and repair anything that broke in the store. Secretly, I used the scavenging to help with my own projects. At least I can bring that part of him into this world. She's definitely a lot more calm and nicer in this world, probably due to the fact that Rufus never existed, but she still has a little bit of a cold demeanor. Toni advert her eyes from mine down to her dungarees and proceeded to pull out and try to light a cigarette.
"Sorry to bother you on your day off, but the juicer is broken," she relayed this to me with a bored and annoyed undertone.
"What, again?" I whined, "What could have broken it this time?"
Focusing on her lighter, which she constantly spent trying to ignite the cigarette, Toni rolls her eyes and shrugs. "I dunno. Knowing the idiots in this town, it was probably somebody thinking they could put a rotten potato in it and make potato juice again or somethin."
I sigh, "Alright, I'll take a look at it." I grab my tool belt and fasten it around my waste.
"Shit," Toni sighs as she eventually gives up on lighting the cigarette, pocketing both the cigarette and lighter. She gazed up at me and then looked around my place. My windows are always closed and the only source of light was the candle near the desk, which I was going over to put out.
"Goal," stated Toni, with a concerned tone to her voice. Dammit, not this talk again.
"I don't know what you're doing, and I know it's none of my business, but you need to head out more. Sitting in the dark on your day offs and never interacting with anybody outside of work seems pretty unhealthy."
I press my brow. I understand where Toni is coming from and I appreciate her concern, but she wouldn't understand.
"I know this has something to do with that guy you always tell me about, and I know you miss him. But, would he want you to live like this? You always look so miserable."
She definitely doesn't understand.
"Maybe you could look for a nic- no... smar- wait... handso- uh... um… Well, maybe you could look for a guy who appreciates you here in Kuvaq?"
Alright, now I was getting annoyed.
"Toni, please don't take this the wrong way but I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't bring up my dating life again. If I don't want to be with another man, I don't want to be with another man."
"Yeah, yeah, totally, sorry about that." Toni put her hands in her dungarees and looked away from me, trying to avoid my gaze. "So, you ready?"
"Yep, I'm ready to take on this rambunctious juicer once again!"
"This is unbelievable," of all the things to try and juice, they juice this? "Who puts an old boot in the juicing machine? Who has ever heard of boot juice? Eck!" I pocket what has remained of the old boot. Rufus would never let anything go to waste so I shouldn't as well. You never know when you'll need a shredded up piece of boot. Now that the mulched boot has been removed, the next task is to get the rotating blades back up and running.
"I tell ya Goal, the guys in this town, are on a whole new plain of stupid. I don't think there could be anyone else out there that could annoy me more than some of the people in this town." Rufus came to my mind after hearing that. Suppressing the urge to giggle, I respond back with snappy vigor.
"This, coming from the woman who not ten minutes ago suggested I date one of these imbeciles."
Toni smirked as a low chuckle can be heard rumbling from her chest.
"Hmm, touché."
The door opens as the bell chimed throughout the store. I try to look away as I notice the short "man" who walked through the door.
"Wenzel!"
"Heya Toni, what's Goal doin here? Isn't it her day off?"
"Yeah, but some moron put a damn boot in the juicer. And Goal, being a saint, agreed to come down and help unclog it."
"Really? Thanks Goal, you're the best!"
An awkward chuckle is my reply, "Yes, well, just doing what I can to help out."
Toni waves Wenzel over to her to grab his attention as they start chatting with one another. A pet name here, Wenzel's water purification there. I can't stand him. Whenever Wenzel gets an opportunity to be alone with me, the conversation then turns to how rich he's gonna be. How he's gonna have the freshest water in all of Kuvaq and how I could have the "opportunity" to be his girl on the side. Toni would never have to know. I remember him trying to do something similar to this in one of the other timelines. Trying to have me to himself while still being in a relationship with Toni; while I was unconscious! Thank god Rufus was there. Rufus couldn't stop telling me about it after I regained consciousness. I feel terrible for not telling Toni about Wenzel's advances, but if I tell her that the man she's been with for so long, the man she has even expressed to me that she would "maybe" spend the rest of her life with, was some sleaze bag. Wait, wouldn't it be better as a friend to tell her? God, this is too complicated. Rufus would probably just say it. Not for Toni's sake, but just to watch the unfolding chaos. Or maybe he wouldn't mean to do it and just say as a throw away remark. Or maybe, he'd tell Toni the minute he saw how much it made me uncomfortable. Maybe all of the above!
I glanced over at the love birds and almost puked. Wenzel was whispering something in Toni's ear. Toni would respond with a chuckle. God, what I wouldn't give to-
SSSSSSHHHHHHRRRRREEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPPPP
The juicer roars to life and I get splashed in the face with a big green glop of foot fungus and shoe sweat. Spitting and gagging on the smell with a piece of shoe leather, and cotton from the shoe laces stuck to my cheek. Great, now I'm gonna need another shower.
"Shit, Goal, are you okay?" Concern plastered on a worried Toni.
"It's fine," I lied, "at least the juicer is working." Gathering my tools, I stand up and collect myself. "Whelp, I guess it's time I head back home."
"Wait," Wenzel interjected.
'Wenzel, I swear to god!'
"You can use my shower."
I quickly hold my hands up and rapidly shake my head, "No, no thank you, I'm fine, really! I can just use my shower, it's fine." There is noway I'm going to his place and be in such a vulnerable state.
"Nonsense," Toni interjected, "Wenzel has one of the best showers in all of Kuvaq. The water doesn't come out as thick globs. You're going to need a good shower to get that boot stench and sick off." I let my arms drape to the side trying to think of a better excuse, "And besides, I've used that shower several times, I know it can get you clean," Toni added that while shifting her eyebrows towards Wenzel with a blush plastered on her cheeks. I resist the urge to vomit, the smell of athlete's foot was bad enough as it is.
"Fine, thank you Wenzel," I let out a defeated groan and sneakily shoot a venomous glare at the grin plastered Wenzel.
"Here," Toni continued, "I'll close up shop."
I fumble with the keys before turning the right one into the key hole, pushing the door open and stammer inside. I slam the door closed and lock it. I drop my tool belt next to the door, and collapse onto my bed. Wenzel's shower was very nice, but the whole time I couldn't shake the idea that I was being watched. Thank god I've decided to keep my hair short. Just starting to lie down and my hair is already almost dry. Christ, the sun is already setting? I sigh, and pull myself out of bed.
I shuffle over to the fridge and pop it open. Let's see, platypus eggs, potatoes, some vegetables from the bazaar and left overs from a platypus I had last night. Shrugging, I grab the left over platypus. I shut the fridge and place the piece of platypus in the microwave to nuke it to a comfortable temperature. The meat starts to sizzle from the heat of the radiation before being followed by a ding. I Grab a nearby dry rag to use as a makeshift trivet to keep the hotplate that the platypus in from burning my hand.
Food in hand, I carefully tip toed over to my desk and shuffle some of the blueprints away, making sure that none of the delicate schematics will get damaged by the hot plate, and place my re-nuked meal down on the hardwood. I cut and shovel pieces of tasteless nuked meat into my mouth. While I was chewing on a particularly chewy piece, I pulled out the shredded up leather of old boot out of my back pocket.
I place the utensils on the plate and move my chair to the side. I pull my rug off the ground revealing a trap door. I pull the door up and descended down the stairs, chewed leather in hand. Once I've reached the bottom, I pulled the lamp's chain above me as the overhead light came to life. There in the basement, was a time machine, similar looking to what the Utopians had. The only difference being that mine didn't look as pristine, was made out of trash and was mostly made with what I and the other multiple Goal's memories remembered. The blue prints upstairs were mostly for individual parts of the machine… though I will admit that some of them were also for various things she had to fix around Kuvaq like blenders, cranes, the mayor's desk bed and even that mechanical bull no one uses at the front of town.
Unlike the Utopian's time machine, my time machine will do something a little different. Sadly, once I start it up and the machine starts to collect the nearest tachyon energy, the Utopians will most likely detect it and come straight back to Deponia looking for me. I will only have one shot to make this work. I pull the handle down as the hatch opens up. I look at the old seat I have in place for the pilot. I look over at the loose spring sticking out of the cloth. I push some excess amount of padding protruding over the loose spring and push the piece of boot onto it. I pull out a needle and string from my back pocket and begin to sow the piece of leather over the chewed open hole.
There we go, good as new! Despite the fact that the brown leather patching job looks nothing like the rest of the cloth gray bucket seat. Meh, beggars can't be choosers. Wiggling around on the seat, testing the durability of the patching job, I tentatively push open my make shift side compartment. I sigh and reach in and pull out an old brown pilot's cap, like the one Rufus wears. It's obviously not his, but it reminded me so much of him. A dorky grin plastered my face as I looked around the machine. Rufus would be proud that I made this. Knowing him, he'd probably also congratulate himself for being one of the inspirations behind me making this. The other inspiration for me building this machine is my father.
Growing up, I never got to know my mother, she died when I was born. I was the only thing left in my father's life and he would sacrifice his life for me, hell, he almost did. But, to be stuck in a world where Rufus didn't exist and my father died as Elysium and The Organon fell to their death, well I obviously wasn't going to accept that. There is no guarantee this would work, but I have to try something, Rufus would never have given up. In his own way, he always did what was right. But god dammit, I want to be selfish. Is there a chance this idea might make everyone else's lives worst? Yes, but I don't care anymore. It's been two long years, I miss my father and I miss Rufus, I have to try something.
Sitting there I put the pilot cap to my nostrils and inhaled. It never belonged to Rufus, but I don't care, it's the closest thing I'll get to the original. I tense up as that old familiar feeling started creeping up on me. A warm tightness grabbing my belly and butterflies fluttered in my stomach plastering a warm blush on my cheeks. Should I be doing this on the seat I just patched up? My primal instincts got the best of me as my hands, almost by their own will, traveled up to my clothed breasts, massaging my mounds, the cap still in my hands as I did so. I started looking through mine and all the other Goal's memories. Thankfully, some of the other Goals did the one thing I didn't do and shared intimate moments with Rufus. I contemplate which memory to focus on.
Oh, how about the one Goal who took advantage of the time they were on the Organon Cruiser and Rufus was disguised as Cletus. That Goal quickly remembered what happened once Rufus pressed the button for the bed and stopped him. She warned him about the cameras and they both proceeded to duck under the mattress as they explored each other's bodies and quietly made love. Hm, no, I have to be on the bed, under the covers and maybe have a candle lit before I can rub one out to that memory. Ah, how about the one Goal that took the opportunity to quickly rut with Rufus in the ruins of Paradox City. Wait, no, that one always left me feeling too dirty… plus I only really ever masturbated to that memory when I was very intoxicated. Despite how taboo it was, it was pretty morbid for obvious reasons... I know, I'll focus on the memory when Rufus decided to stay with the Goal at Paradox City. That Rufus has gone through multiple time loops like many other Rufus's and told that Goal everything that would happen. He decided, almost uncharacteristically of him, that he'd stay there with her.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled my tank top over my chest and rested the hilt of the cotton shirt on the top of my breasts. I pulled my black strapless bra down and tucked it under my breasts. I scrunched my light gray pants down to my knees along with my dark gray panties. The cool air bit at my wet pussy as a shutter crept along my spine as I sucked in a big gulp of air. I leaned back and placed the cap on my face so I could constantly inhale its scent. I position my left hand to cup my breasts as the right hand lurched its way down my stomach as the memory began to play in my head.
My favorite moment with this Goal and Rufus had to be around the third time they had sex. It wasn't their usual love making. At this point, this Rufus had shown this Goal twice how much he cared about her. But this time, Rufus let full instinct take over. The older Goal told them she'd be out in the town for a couple hours to help out McChronicle's new tech shop he had opened up there.
That Rufus had watched over that Goal like a hawk as soon as the old Goal had left. Since they moved in, the old Goal let them renovate and make a couple extra rooms. Goal was sitting on the coach watching Paradox City TV. She was watching some documentary about the numerous spottings of a Vampire Platypus in Paradox City and that particular race of Platypuses' origins before Paradox City. Rufus had snuck up behind the previous me and caressed her breast, a moan escaping her lips.
"Ru- Rufus!" A short shriek escaped her lips as he pinched her nipples through her tight sleeveless jumpsuit. The assault on her breast lasted a couple minutes, she kept rubbing her head against his chest pushing her mounds into his hands. She felt his chest rumble against her head as he chuckled.
"That's right Goal," he encouraged with a smirk, obviously enjoying his barrage of caresses on his girlfriend's breast and her intense reactions. "Keep saying my name."
"Rufus" she had moaned, chanting his name more and more like a montra, his ego inflating as his trademark mischievous laugh echoes around her.
He squeezed his hands into the arm holes of her tight Elysium jumpsuit as he began to play with her sensitive nipples. Instinctively, she hooked her hand around his head and pulled him down to her lips. Her tongue shot out through her mouth and wrestled with his. He eagerly obliged and wrapped his tongue around hers. Back and forth they took turns sucking each others tongues, saliva coating around their mouths and dripping down to her suit.
Rufus gave a rough tug on her bare nipples as she unlatched her tongue from his and shuddered a long loud moan. Rufus quickly whipped his head towards the front door, hoping no one heard her. He slid his hands out of her suit, she responded with a disappointing groan. She arched herself up on the couch with her legs spread looking back at Rufus with a longing glint in her eyes.
"Rufus, please! I need you!"
After a few seconds, Rufus was convinced nobody outside heard them. He glanced back at her with a cocky grin plastering his face. That Goal was looking up at him, a lustful look in her eyes as she started rubbing her left hand up and down his left arm, her legs spread open on the couch. He quickly grasped and cupped the radiating heat coming from her groin. She squeaked as she bit her right gloved hand to try and hold back a moan. Rufus leaned in to her ear, his hot breath making her swoon
"I think we should move this to the bedroom."
Goal didn't respond, instead she let lust guide her as she followed Rufus to their room. Rufus closed the door behind them and locked it. He turned back to her and froze in his tracks. Goal had already unzipped out of her suit and kicked her boots off. She was laying on the bed with only her gloves on as she let Rufus watch her take them off with her teeth. Once she was completely naked she closed her legs and leaned back, her head still tilted up with her eyes locked on his.
"Well?" She asked in a sultry tone, "are you going to join me?"
Rufus shook his head trying to get his mind back in the game as he flung his cap off his head towards the other side of the room, stripped himself of his jacket and shirt and nearly tripped taking his boots off. He laid on the ground clawing at his pants to get them off, earning him a giggle from Goal. Once he got his pants and boxers off, he quickly jumped straight up, his throbbing cock in hand.
"Good boy," Goal put her head down on the bed and spread her legs for him.
He had full view of her soaked pussy. Her lips quivering and her clit throbbing, waiting for him to enter her. He positioned himself in between her legs, his tip pressed against her entrance earning him a moan from her. He groaned, feeling how slick she was as he rubbed his tip against her entrance.
"Rufus," he stared down at her as she caught his attention. "I don't want you to make love to me this time. I want you to fuck me."
Rufus wasted no time, he slammed his hips to hers, his length entering her all the way in. Their groins slapping against each other as they started to pick up the pace. She felt a rapid empty and full feeling as he pistoned in and out of her. He would pull out until it was just his tip before slamming his shaft back in. Her walls kept sucking him back every time he pulled back, massaging his length.
"F-Fuck Rufus!"
"Goal!"
They chanted each others names as Rufus grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulders. He leaned over her, putting his knees on the bed as he pile drived into her. They latch their mouths together moaning. Their tongues overlapping and hooking around each other as the loud wet slapping of their hips is heard echoing throughout the room. Goal suddenly felt a familiar tightness grip her core. She unlatches her mouth from him.
"Rufus! I'm gonna cum!" Rufus gave a couple quick pumps before pulling out of her. He stepped off the bed and gave himself time to catch his breath. This Goal lets out a disappointed groan.
She leaned up with an annoyed expression. "Rufus, why the hell did you stop-" before she could finish, he grabbed her by the legs and flipped her over. He pulled her legs to him and swiftly entered back into her. "Oh my god Rufus, never mind, you're amazing." She melted back into the bed as she pushed her ass up to him. Rufus gave a prideful smirk.
"Of course I'm amazing," she could tell what he was about to do, "they call him, Rufu-"
She turned around, grabbed his arm, and pulled his face to hers. He gulped as he saw the fury and lust in her eyes, her teeth bared.
"Don't sing, fuck me, Deponian, or else!"
Sweat starts pouring down Rufus' forehead. "Y-Yes ma'am," satisfied, she let him go and wiggled her ass against him.
He grabbed and knead at her ass cheeks, digging his nails into her fleshy mounds. She let out a gasp of pain, but before she could protest he started his rhythm. He pumped in and out of her as she slammed her ass against him. Her eyes started roll to the back of her head as with each pump, his length traveled farther into her. He repositioned his hands to her hips and started to pump faster into her. She was about to let out a scream so she quickly grabbed the sheet and bit into it. As she screamed into the sheet, Rufus began becoming more cocky. He slapped her ass and slid his right hand to her clit while still gripping her hip. He leaned over her as he pumped into her faster and vigorously started to rub her sensitive nerve. She unlatched her teeth from the bed covers and leaned her head back. A short scream of ecstasy flowing out of her as a sudden tightness gripped at her.
"R-Rufus! I'm going to cum!"
Rufus quickly hooked his arms under her armpit pressing his arms against her shoulders. He sat her up on his lap and smacked his hips into her as desperately as he could. She gritted her teeth, eyes rolled up and drool coated her body, as her orgasm started to rake over her body. Her walls clenched over his cock as her juices slushed out of her and coated his balls. The walls of her vagina tried to milk his cum out of him but he pulled out of her with a pop. Thick globs started to coat her entrance in ropes of sloppy cum. He kneaded her breasts as she leaned her head back and danced her tongue against his.
My legs quivered as my orgasm was about to take a hold of me. I spread my toes out as my legs thrashed around. Unfortunately, I ended up giving myself a Charley Horse. The pain of the cramp shot up my leg, and the moment was officially ruined.
"Shit!" I ripped the cap off my head and threw it to the ground. I seethe through my teeth as I grab at my cramping leg. I grip the calf and wait until the muscle spasm subside and the pain ended before sitting back. Of course, as if this day couldn't get any worse. Someone breaks the juicer on my day off, I get sprayed by boot juice, Wenzel creeps up on me and now I get a fucking cramp when I'm trying to cum!
With the moment ruined, I pull the strapless bra back over my breasts and pull my shirt down. I Pull my panties and pants back up and push myself up out of the chair. I pick the cap back up and put it back in the compartment of the machine. Closing the front hatch of the machine, I turn off the light and make my way up stairs. I let the trap door fall back to the ground, locking it and positioned the rug back in place. Taking a different shirt and plaid pants out of my locker turned dresser, I get dressed in these makeshift pajamas and make my way to bed. I set my alarm clock and slide in under the covers. Hopefully tomorrow will be less disappointing.