For Surely Someday...

dysfunctionalnerd

Anonymous asked:

Ranlay them going into the ruins but with a twist Layton falls instead.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It wasn’t supposed to go so wrong. And it was all my fault. I let the mask consume me. I let the prospect of the Azran’s treasure completely take over my mind.

Hershel…

I can’t face the town. I can’t face his family. He’s gone and I’m the only one to blame. If I had just let go of that stupid mask, everything would have been fine. But no, he’s gone…

He was hanging on for dear life over that chasm; hanging on to my hand. He kept screaming at me to let go of the mask and give him my other hand, but I couldn’t. I wanted to with everything in me, but it’s like it wouldn’t let me; like it was controlling me.

Well I suppose it was in a way.My entire life was focused on the Azran.

‘No risk, no glory’ I said.

Those risks weren’t taking.

And now I’ve lost the most glorious thing I had.

I’m sorry Hershel…

I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.

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dysfunctionalnerd

4-18am

OKAY SO I’M WRITING THIS RANLAY FIC FOR CROFTY RIGHT.

AND I HAD AN IDEA FOR A DIFFERENT INTERPRETATION OF MM.

So basically, we all know basically from the start who MG is. We’re used to the Professor Layton twists and turns enough by then to know they’ll play it off like that.

However!

No one, not even Layton, is clever enough to see that in his actual life. He would not believe for a second that someone he knew to be dead for 18 years would actually be alive. That’s ridiculous, when you take into account how he fell, how he was never found.

Unless…

What if Layton heard something? All those years ago when he lost Randall? What if he heard a splash, or a shout of pain…?
What if he passed it off as his own hope?
What if he told no one, but that sound he could have heard…
What if that sound haunted him ever since that day?

So when he travelled to Monte d'Or, when he heard the rumours and began to put together the puzzle…

He remembered that sound again.