Gizmo has been recently listening to Rufus when he records messages to the tape recorder and they have not been good so far. Rufus is obviously suffering from some kind of delusions. He calls the tape recorder Goal and talks to it like it is almost a real person, this is the lowest anyone has probably ever seen him be in his life. Something had to be done, and even though Gizmo was no psychiatrist he knew at least something that would help.
After a bit of some calm talking he convinces Rufus to come into the clinic to talk, he was mainly convinced after Gizmo said "Goal" would get a check up too. The next day Rufus comes with the tape recorder to the clinic and Gizmo plans the best way he can get him to agree to what he is thinking.
"Hey there Gizmo."
"Hello Rufus, it's good that you could make it, I would like t-"
"Ah before you say anything else, you promised Goal a check up, so you better make sure she is ok."
"Ah ... yes of course, let me see the ... patient then." Gizmo then takes the tape recorder and puts it away out of sight so Rufus could focus.
"She seems fine, but a bit stressed so I am letting her rest for now alright."
"Oh alright, but nothing serious right?"
"No not at all, now Rufus I would like to talk to you about something."
"Is it me getting an award for going the longest I ever have with having picture perfect health."
"Um, not quite. Rufus you know I just wish the best for my patients, and that I only wish to help. And Rufus, I know that you need serious help."
"What are you talking about, I stopped getting injured months ago, I haven't been hurt since."
"Physically you haven't, mentally is where you need help."
"What, I'm completely sane though."
"Does it not concern you that "Goal" fit right into your hand."
"Listen here Gizmo, I know you aren't a bad guy but I am not crazy! And don't you dare say anything bad about Goal you hear me?!" Ok so obviously a direct method is not working, good thing he had a plan B.
"Yes loud and clear Rufus, please let me start over. What I think is wrong mentally is that Goal is far too quiet on her own and you need to hear her more."
"Hmm ... yes it would be nice to hear her again."
"Well I know exactly how to, if I install a brain implant into you, then I can also put Goal into it, and you two would always be together in one head, listening to each other and such."
It didn't take long for Rufus to be completely on board with the idea, and soon the surgery began. During the time Gizmo got to hear every single recording Rufus made, and honestly everything he was hearing on this was awful to him. He made a decision then, to only leave his personality, but completely wipe his memory. It would give a clean slate to his mental state and give him a new chance at a better life. Yet Gizmo just couldn't bring himself to fully get rid of the recordings, these were going to be the very last bits of the old Rufus, at least keeping a part would be good, so he simply locks it away to never be found.
It was a long process, but soon Rufus' implant was done, and all of his memories were wiped. After a while Rufus finally woke up.
"Oh my head ... wait where am I, who am I? ... Who are you?" Rufus was just confused and didn't know how he should react to not knowing anything.
"Relax ok, your name is Rufus, mine is Gizmo. ... I am your father, you recently suffered a severe head injury where I was able to help by giving you a brain implant, but sadly I could not safe your memories no matter how hard I tried."
"Oh ... you're really my dad?"
"Yes, though with you suffering this severe of amnesia it is alright if you act skeptical around me."
"... ok."
Gizmo wasn't afraid of making himself Rufus' new dad, he did have no memories after all, just forcing him to up and leave would be cruel. He doesn't mind to at least try and be a trusting figure to Rufus during this time, and he was sure that he really needed one right now.
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Forever Elysium Bound
Fanfictionafter the events of Goodbye Deponia it turns out Rufus has survived, but with the very last accession boat gone he finds that things won't turn out so good for himself