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A/N: I have also decided to try out doing this fanmake game (if it becomes a trilogy like Deponia). I hope you enjoy it.
Prologue:
(Dream Sequence)
In the sea somewhere, a ship sailed through the waters.
"Julayla Presents"
"A fanmake by Julayla"
"Written and Directed by Julayla"
"Executive Producer: JusSonic"
On the ship itself, two crewmen looking similar to one another watched the sea while the sailor behind the captain sailed the ship.
"Lauren Tom as Numbah 3"
"William Kasten as Max"
"Original Music by Finn Seliger"
Up above the crow's nest, another figure similar to the two slept on the crow's nest.
"Programming: JusSonic, Darth Ben Valor, and Mikaristar"
"Character Design, Background Art, and Animation by Bleedman, Toei Animation, and Naoko Takeuchi"
"All characters copyrighted by all of their respective owners"
Finally, the one on the next awoke, then yelped, pointing quickly to his comrades.
Sailor: Pah!
They looked as they saw tentacles along with a gigantic girl glaring at them. She had long raven hair with brown eyes wearing currently a asylum gown. She was known as Kuki Sanban aka Numbah 3.
Numbah 3: (growling) Roar! Growl!
She pounced toward the ship as it all went black.
(End Dream Sequence)
Finally, inside a padded room, the girl awoke while a white rabbit with black beady eyes named Max in plush form looked at her. She blinked a bit before in came a man in early 19th Century clothing named Roderick DeFoe, glancing at her.
Roderick: What's going on?
Numbah 3: (quickly) Oh nothing.
Roderick: (glares) Do you remember who you are?
Numbah 3: I think it's Numbah 3...wait, Kuki. Uh, why?
Roderick: Hmph...anything else?
Numbah 3: I dunno...no one's ever asked me that before.
She went to the corner, humming to herself.
Numbah 3: Doobeedoobeedoo.
Roderick: (frowns) Pah!
He finally left, slamming the door shut while Numbah 3 began making roaring sounds.
Numbah 3: Roar!! He-he-he.
"Kuki & Max: The Breakout"
Chapter 1: (In a Padded Room)
The girl looked around the room with table and chair before looking at the stuffed rabbit she held by the ears.
Numbah 3: (concerned) Erm...hello?
Max: Hello there, Kuki. What's up?
Numbah 3: Who the heck are you? And what? (amazed) You can speak?
Max: I'm your buddy, Max.
Numbah 3: Max? Didn't I have a Rainbow Monkey?
Max: You did...but you don't have him.
Numbah 3: What happened to him?
Max: Last I saw it, it was back in your room before you and I were taken.
Numbah 3: (sighs) That's a relief. I'd hurt someone if anything happened to my Rainbow Monkey!
Max: Yeah, I'd hurt anyone if something happen to Sam. (pause) Wait, we're going way off script here!
Numbah 3: Oh right. (giggles) Continue.
Max: (looks around) Anyway, it's a shame you don't recognize me. Wait, I got it! I'll help you get outta here and try to restore your memory.
He paused, looking at the script with a frown.
Max: Yeesh, who wrote this? (looks back) Can I get my agent here?
Sam's Voice: We ain't getting Wes Weasley in this, Max! Just go with it!
Numbah 3: So how's it going, Max?
Max: Well I'd be much better if we were outta here already.
Numbah 3: So what is this place?
Max: I have no idea. (shrugs) But I wanna get outta here.
Numbah 3: Me too. (looks around) It seems to be some kind of asylum. (worried) This must be a misunderstanding! Uh I'll go and have a look around then. Maybe I can find a way outta here.
She glanced at the chair nearby a bit.
Numbah 3: My most generous host has granted me a whole chair. (glancing) Looking at it closely, the stunning chair-likeness of this chair practically jumps out at me. (grabs the leg) Let's see how detachable this chair leg REALLY is.
Max: Ugh, don't do the "Fred Jones" bit. It's annoying.
Quickly, she unscrewed the chair before going to the table, smashing it.
Numbah 3: Oops. I broke my chair leg.
Max: (grins) Yeah, baby! Let's trash the whole place!
She knocked on the door before speaking.
Numbah 3: (waves) Hiya, door. How's it hangin' today?
Max: (mock voice) Uh, I was feeling a little unhinged earlier, but I'm feeling better now. In fact, I'm experiencing a perverse satisfaction from blocking your way.
Numbah 3: (frowns) I hate you door!
She slashed at one of the pads before pausing, turning to the door.
Numbah 3: (shouts to the door) Hello! Heeeeellloooo!! Can anybody hear me?
Just then, the top door opened up.
Voice: (snaps) What do you want?
Numbah 3: I want outta here.
Voice: Forget it!
The door slammed shut.
Max: (glares) What kind of way is that to treat a guest? We won't give up that easily, will we?
Numbuh 3: Right!
The girl hits the door loudl.
Numbuh 3: Big guy, big guy, let me out!
Voice: Not by the...wait, I don't know what rhymes with out! Ugh!
Numbah 3: And I wanna just talk!
Voice: Don't make so much noise in there! What do you want?
Numbah 3: (looks around) First thing's first: Where am I?
Voice: Honey, if I answered that question every time one of you loonies asked me, I wouldn't even have time to go to the bathroom anymore. He-he-he-he.
Numbuh 3: Uh, how many asked you that?
Voice: So far...none.
Numbah 3: Oh.
Voice: Listen, honey, I'm not paid for talking. Anything else?
Numbah 3: Who am I?
Voice: (sounds annoyed) You are by far the most annoying patient I've ever had to guard.
Numbah 3: (confused) Patient? Am I sick then? I certainly don't feel sick.
Voice: Listen, sweetie, you're in a room with padded wall. Why don't you try to figure it out for yourself?
Numbah 3: But I'm not insane! (looks at Max) Isn't that right, Max?
Max: That's right, bub, she ain't insane!
Numbah 3: (smirks) You hear that? Max agrees.
Voice: He-he-he-he. You really ARE an odd couple, the "both" of you. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Numbah 3: Why can't I remember anything?
Voice: (annoyed) I'm not going to explain to you yet "again" only so you can forget it during your next treatment "again"!
Numbah 3: I just noticed how much of a doofus you are.
Voice: Doofus? Are you calling me a doofus? This doofus is about to come in there and show you his infamous backhand!
Numbah 3: (wincing) Yeesh! Why's it so hot in here?
Voice: That might be due to the air conditioner being turned off.
She paused, looking around in confusion.
Numbah 3: What air conditioner?
Voice: Do you think the Doctor is stupid enough to have an exposed ventilation shaft in your cell?" He-he-he-he. The air conditioner is hidden behind the padding, of course.
Numbah 3: (ponders) Is that so, huh? An air conditioner behind the padding. That DOES make much more sense, of course.
Voice: I'll have to think about that. If you keep quiet from now on, maybe...LATER!
Numbah 3: (bangs the door) Let me out! This is an emergency!
Voice: Oh, is it?
Numbah 3: I have to pee!
Voice: Oh, the good old "I have to pee" trick. Truly a classic. Do you honestly think you get to be a warden in an asylum for the insane if you ever fall for that one?
Numbah 3: Uh I'm a bit dizzy!
Voice: Well, that's probably because of the stale air in there. I suppose I coud get up now, walk over to the controls of the AC, and provide you with some fresh air. But then again, maybe I won't.
Numbah 3: And I'm hungry!
Voice: Dinner's at 6. It's ashame that all you get is bread and water again. It's free choice day at the cafeteria.
Numbah 3: Plus I need to check what the weather's like.
Voice: Well, the early autumn sun is resting low in an orange sky. The air is so clear that the distant light is sparkling in the mountain reflections. It's around 65 degrees Fahrenheit. It's a lovely day outside, but YOU won't be able to see it, I'm afraid.
Numbuh 3: That's okay! I can see it in my mind's eye!
Voice: (dryly) Ha-ha.
After a few moments, she looked seriously before pondering.
Numbah 3: (smirks) I couldn't help but notice how skillfully you're guarding the door.
Voice: Huh. You noticed that, eh? So you might have also noticed that I have my own technique. I developed it at the last tournament. Yep.
Numbah 3: Really? So you're a famous athlete! Do you play on a team or something?
Voice: Oh, he-he, I...well, I play golf. Mini Golf. Yep.
Numbah 3: (panics) AHHH! Mini Golf?! (fakes feigning) I'm getting all dizzy!
Voice: And with good reason, sweetheart. You know what? I'll turn on the AC for ya. You can cool off a bit that way.
Finally, the AC turned on with some fluff coming out of the cell that was cut.
Numbah 3: There's a draft coming from behind this gap.
She quickly went to the cut pad, then cut the rest of it off with the chair leg, showing a grate where the AC was at.
Numbah 3: Ugh, I hate grates!
She looked at the screws, trying to undo one with the sleeved hands before groaning.
Numbah 3: Agh! I can't unscrew it without some kind of tool!
Max: (smirks) Hah! You used to know how way back when.
Numbah 3: (confused) What do you mean?
Max: You used to be able to loosen screws with no tool before, that's what I mean.
She groaned before finally slumping down.
Numbah 3: (teary) I could just cry, Max! I can't loosen the screws!
Max: (scoffs) Aw come on. You should be able to eat screws like that for breakfast! That certainly wouldn't have stopped you when you were little.
Numbah 3: (even more confused) What do you mean by that?
Max: Well...you used to be able to pull off a pretty cool trick.
Numbah 3: Oooh! Could I teleport? Could I talk to dolphins? Could I juggle burning chainsaws? Could I polka with my bare feet? Could I hold my breath for 10 minutes? Could I even be a grim reaper in another lifetime!?
Max: Uh no, but they all sounded cool! Well, only the burning chainsaws!
Numbah 3: (groans) So I can't do most of them.
Max: Not exactly that. But a couple of screws would never have been an obstacle for you.
Numbah 3: Wow. I must've been an extra laid back kid. What else do you know?
Max: (uneasily) Errrmm...that isn't how it works. Just remember: I'm a projection of your subconscious. (pauses) Ugh, I can't believe I said "subconscious"!
Numbah 3: (shrugs) Nobody's perfect.
Max: (points) I can give your memory a boost. But you'll have to show me things that remind you of your childhood.
Numbah 3: Like the screws?
Max: Exactamundo.
Numbah 3: And then?
Max: Then, I'll tempomorph us to the past.
Numbah 3: (happily) Cooool. (pauses) What exactly do you mean by "tempomorph"? Does that hurt? Will my body be split into molecules and beamed backwards through time?
Max: Something like that.
Numbah 3: Right! I'm ready, Max.
Max: Shall I tempomorph you to the past now?
Numbah 3: He-he-he-he-he! Yeah! Tempomorph me to the past!
Max: Okay, first, put your hand on my head so I can do this.
Numbah 3: Okay.
She put her hand on his head.
Numbah 3: Now can we go?
Max: As you wish. Hold on.
With that, everything flashed white from their vision.
(End of Chapter 1)
Prologue:
(Dream Sequence)
In the sea somewhere, a ship sailed through the waters.
"Julayla Presents"
"A fanmake by Julayla"
"Written and Directed by Julayla"
"Executive Producer: JusSonic"
On the ship itself, two crewmen looking similar to one another watched the sea while the sailor behind the captain sailed the ship.
"Lauren Tom as Numbah 3"
"William Kasten as Max"
"Original Music by Finn Seliger"
Up above the crow's nest, another figure similar to the two slept on the crow's nest.
"Programming: JusSonic, Darth Ben Valor, and Mikaristar"
"Character Design, Background Art, and Animation by Bleedman, Toei Animation, and Naoko Takeuchi"
"All characters copyrighted by all of their respective owners"
Finally, the one on the next awoke, then yelped, pointing quickly to his comrades.
Sailor: Pah!
They looked as they saw tentacles along with a gigantic girl glaring at them. She had long raven hair with brown eyes wearing currently a asylum gown. She was known as Kuki Sanban aka Numbah 3.
Numbah 3: (growling) Roar! Growl!
She pounced toward the ship as it all went black.
(End Dream Sequence)
Finally, inside a padded room, the girl awoke while a white rabbit with black beady eyes named Max in plush form looked at her. She blinked a bit before in came a man in early 19th Century clothing named Roderick DeFoe, glancing at her.
Roderick: What's going on?
Numbah 3: (quickly) Oh nothing.
Roderick: (glares) Do you remember who you are?
Numbah 3: I think it's Numbah 3...wait, Kuki. Uh, why?
Roderick: Hmph...anything else?
Numbah 3: I dunno...no one's ever asked me that before.
She went to the corner, humming to herself.
Numbah 3: Doobeedoobeedoo.
Roderick: (frowns) Pah!
He finally left, slamming the door shut while Numbah 3 began making roaring sounds.
Numbah 3: Roar!! He-he-he.
"Kuki & Max: The Breakout"
Chapter 1: (In a Padded Room)
The girl looked around the room with table and chair before looking at the stuffed rabbit she held by the ears.
Numbah 3: (concerned) Erm...hello?
Max: Hello there, Kuki. What's up?
Numbah 3: Who the heck are you? And what? (amazed) You can speak?
Max: I'm your buddy, Max.
Numbah 3: Max? Didn't I have a Rainbow Monkey?
Max: You did...but you don't have him.
Numbah 3: What happened to him?
Max: Last I saw it, it was back in your room before you and I were taken.
Numbah 3: (sighs) That's a relief. I'd hurt someone if anything happened to my Rainbow Monkey!
Max: Yeah, I'd hurt anyone if something happen to Sam. (pause) Wait, we're going way off script here!
Numbah 3: Oh right. (giggles) Continue.
Max: (looks around) Anyway, it's a shame you don't recognize me. Wait, I got it! I'll help you get outta here and try to restore your memory.
He paused, looking at the script with a frown.
Max: Yeesh, who wrote this? (looks back) Can I get my agent here?
Sam's Voice: We ain't getting Wes Weasley in this, Max! Just go with it!
Numbah 3: So how's it going, Max?
Max: Well I'd be much better if we were outta here already.
Numbah 3: So what is this place?
Max: I have no idea. (shrugs) But I wanna get outta here.
Numbah 3: Me too. (looks around) It seems to be some kind of asylum. (worried) This must be a misunderstanding! Uh I'll go and have a look around then. Maybe I can find a way outta here.
She glanced at the chair nearby a bit.
Numbah 3: My most generous host has granted me a whole chair. (glancing) Looking at it closely, the stunning chair-likeness of this chair practically jumps out at me. (grabs the leg) Let's see how detachable this chair leg REALLY is.
Max: Ugh, don't do the "Fred Jones" bit. It's annoying.
Quickly, she unscrewed the chair before going to the table, smashing it.
Numbah 3: Oops. I broke my chair leg.
Max: (grins) Yeah, baby! Let's trash the whole place!
She knocked on the door before speaking.
Numbah 3: (waves) Hiya, door. How's it hangin' today?
Max: (mock voice) Uh, I was feeling a little unhinged earlier, but I'm feeling better now. In fact, I'm experiencing a perverse satisfaction from blocking your way.
Numbah 3: (frowns) I hate you door!
She slashed at one of the pads before pausing, turning to the door.
Numbah 3: (shouts to the door) Hello! Heeeeellloooo!! Can anybody hear me?
Just then, the top door opened up.
Voice: (snaps) What do you want?
Numbah 3: I want outta here.
Voice: Forget it!
The door slammed shut.
Max: (glares) What kind of way is that to treat a guest? We won't give up that easily, will we?
Numbuh 3: Right!
The girl hits the door loudl.
Numbuh 3: Big guy, big guy, let me out!
Voice: Not by the...wait, I don't know what rhymes with out! Ugh!
Numbah 3: And I wanna just talk!
Voice: Don't make so much noise in there! What do you want?
Numbah 3: (looks around) First thing's first: Where am I?
Voice: Honey, if I answered that question every time one of you loonies asked me, I wouldn't even have time to go to the bathroom anymore. He-he-he-he.
Numbuh 3: Uh, how many asked you that?
Voice: So far...none.
Numbah 3: Oh.
Voice: Listen, honey, I'm not paid for talking. Anything else?
Numbah 3: Who am I?
Voice: (sounds annoyed) You are by far the most annoying patient I've ever had to guard.
Numbah 3: (confused) Patient? Am I sick then? I certainly don't feel sick.
Voice: Listen, sweetie, you're in a room with padded wall. Why don't you try to figure it out for yourself?
Numbah 3: But I'm not insane! (looks at Max) Isn't that right, Max?
Max: That's right, bub, she ain't insane!
Numbah 3: (smirks) You hear that? Max agrees.
Voice: He-he-he-he. You really ARE an odd couple, the "both" of you. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Numbah 3: Why can't I remember anything?
Voice: (annoyed) I'm not going to explain to you yet "again" only so you can forget it during your next treatment "again"!
Numbah 3: I just noticed how much of a doofus you are.
Voice: Doofus? Are you calling me a doofus? This doofus is about to come in there and show you his infamous backhand!
Numbah 3: (wincing) Yeesh! Why's it so hot in here?
Voice: That might be due to the air conditioner being turned off.
She paused, looking around in confusion.
Numbah 3: What air conditioner?
Voice: Do you think the Doctor is stupid enough to have an exposed ventilation shaft in your cell?" He-he-he-he. The air conditioner is hidden behind the padding, of course.
Numbah 3: (ponders) Is that so, huh? An air conditioner behind the padding. That DOES make much more sense, of course.
Voice: I'll have to think about that. If you keep quiet from now on, maybe...LATER!
Numbah 3: (bangs the door) Let me out! This is an emergency!
Voice: Oh, is it?
Numbah 3: I have to pee!
Voice: Oh, the good old "I have to pee" trick. Truly a classic. Do you honestly think you get to be a warden in an asylum for the insane if you ever fall for that one?
Numbah 3: Uh I'm a bit dizzy!
Voice: Well, that's probably because of the stale air in there. I suppose I coud get up now, walk over to the controls of the AC, and provide you with some fresh air. But then again, maybe I won't.
Numbah 3: And I'm hungry!
Voice: Dinner's at 6. It's ashame that all you get is bread and water again. It's free choice day at the cafeteria.
Numbah 3: Plus I need to check what the weather's like.
Voice: Well, the early autumn sun is resting low in an orange sky. The air is so clear that the distant light is sparkling in the mountain reflections. It's around 65 degrees Fahrenheit. It's a lovely day outside, but YOU won't be able to see it, I'm afraid.
Numbuh 3: That's okay! I can see it in my mind's eye!
Voice: (dryly) Ha-ha.
After a few moments, she looked seriously before pondering.
Numbah 3: (smirks) I couldn't help but notice how skillfully you're guarding the door.
Voice: Huh. You noticed that, eh? So you might have also noticed that I have my own technique. I developed it at the last tournament. Yep.
Numbah 3: Really? So you're a famous athlete! Do you play on a team or something?
Voice: Oh, he-he, I...well, I play golf. Mini Golf. Yep.
Numbah 3: (panics) AHHH! Mini Golf?! (fakes feigning) I'm getting all dizzy!
Voice: And with good reason, sweetheart. You know what? I'll turn on the AC for ya. You can cool off a bit that way.
Finally, the AC turned on with some fluff coming out of the cell that was cut.
Numbah 3: There's a draft coming from behind this gap.
She quickly went to the cut pad, then cut the rest of it off with the chair leg, showing a grate where the AC was at.
Numbah 3: Ugh, I hate grates!
She looked at the screws, trying to undo one with the sleeved hands before groaning.
Numbah 3: Agh! I can't unscrew it without some kind of tool!
Max: (smirks) Hah! You used to know how way back when.
Numbah 3: (confused) What do you mean?
Max: You used to be able to loosen screws with no tool before, that's what I mean.
She groaned before finally slumping down.
Numbah 3: (teary) I could just cry, Max! I can't loosen the screws!
Max: (scoffs) Aw come on. You should be able to eat screws like that for breakfast! That certainly wouldn't have stopped you when you were little.
Numbah 3: (even more confused) What do you mean by that?
Max: Well...you used to be able to pull off a pretty cool trick.
Numbah 3: Oooh! Could I teleport? Could I talk to dolphins? Could I juggle burning chainsaws? Could I polka with my bare feet? Could I hold my breath for 10 minutes? Could I even be a grim reaper in another lifetime!?
Max: Uh no, but they all sounded cool! Well, only the burning chainsaws!
Numbah 3: (groans) So I can't do most of them.
Max: Not exactly that. But a couple of screws would never have been an obstacle for you.
Numbah 3: Wow. I must've been an extra laid back kid. What else do you know?
Max: (uneasily) Errrmm...that isn't how it works. Just remember: I'm a projection of your subconscious. (pauses) Ugh, I can't believe I said "subconscious"!
Numbah 3: (shrugs) Nobody's perfect.
Max: (points) I can give your memory a boost. But you'll have to show me things that remind you of your childhood.
Numbah 3: Like the screws?
Max: Exactamundo.
Numbah 3: And then?
Max: Then, I'll tempomorph us to the past.
Numbah 3: (happily) Cooool. (pauses) What exactly do you mean by "tempomorph"? Does that hurt? Will my body be split into molecules and beamed backwards through time?
Max: Something like that.
Numbah 3: Right! I'm ready, Max.
Max: Shall I tempomorph you to the past now?
Numbah 3: He-he-he-he-he! Yeah! Tempomorph me to the past!
Max: Okay, first, put your hand on my head so I can do this.
Numbah 3: Okay.
She put her hand on his head.
Numbah 3: Now can we go?
Max: As you wish. Hold on.
With that, everything flashed white from their vision.
(End of Chapter 1)
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A fanmake of the infamous German game from Daedalic: Kuki Sanban awakens to find herself in an asylum with her stuffed rabbit, Max. Then, the two must make their escape from Roderick DeFoe's asylum while trying to clear her father's name.
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