Breaked (PL)
Title: Breaked
Fandom: Professor Layton
Rating: PG
Word Count: 372
Genre: General
Disclaimer: I don't own Professor Layton. Or his top-hat of awesome.
Teaser: Flora, Flora, what have you done? Written for a prompt on the Professor Layton fanworks meme.
This was not how things were supposed to go, Layton reflected. Not at all.
He was aware that this was one of his duties as a father (so to speak), and that if he had not gone along with this, it would have destroyed a young life and sent a teenager into a downward spiral of despair and hatred, and overall just shattered the very fabric of reality as they all knew it. And he had also been fairly well prepared for this to be a frightening experience.
But he had not anticipated anything of this nature.
It had started as a pleasant drive on a country road under pleasant blue skies. And he had passed the wheel of his treasured Laytonmobile off to his passenger, a young and eager learner who was thrilled at the chance to get into the driver's seat and learn how to drive a car.
In hindsight, even the renowned puzzle master hadn't a clue how things had gone so far south so quickly.
The hindsight came while he was sitting in the middle of the road beside the new driver. The car--or rather, what was left of the car--was scattered across the landscape in a circle that ran probably fifteen feet in diameter. There was nothing left intact, save for the steering wheel.
Which remained clutched tightly in Flora's hands.
"Flora, my dear," Layton said, his jangling nerves making it impossible for him to keep his voice from shaking as he addressed her, "what exactly happened?"
She lowered the wheel to her lap as her eyes welled with tears. "W-well...there was a caterpillar in the middle of the road. A-and I didn't want to hit it. S-so I p-panicked and p-put it in rev-verse..."
"...how fast were you going?"
"F-fifty-five kilometers an hour..."
There was a thunk as Layton fell backwards, sprawled on his back on the road. This could not be happening. This was impossible. This could not get worse--
A raindrop landed on his face.
PS. I asked maskalade to pick between Luke and Flora. She chose Flora >D Oh, and 55 km/hr is roughly equal to 35 mph. Also, reCaptcha, what exactly is the "Quartermaster's award"? Some sort of new puzzle? Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Professor Layton
Rating: PG
Word Count: 372
Genre: General
Disclaimer: I don't own Professor Layton. Or his top-hat of awesome.
Teaser: Flora, Flora, what have you done? Written for a prompt on the Professor Layton fanworks meme.
This was not how things were supposed to go, Layton reflected. Not at all.
He was aware that this was one of his duties as a father (so to speak), and that if he had not gone along with this, it would have destroyed a young life and sent a teenager into a downward spiral of despair and hatred, and overall just shattered the very fabric of reality as they all knew it. And he had also been fairly well prepared for this to be a frightening experience.
But he had not anticipated anything of this nature.
It had started as a pleasant drive on a country road under pleasant blue skies. And he had passed the wheel of his treasured Laytonmobile off to his passenger, a young and eager learner who was thrilled at the chance to get into the driver's seat and learn how to drive a car.
In hindsight, even the renowned puzzle master hadn't a clue how things had gone so far south so quickly.
The hindsight came while he was sitting in the middle of the road beside the new driver. The car--or rather, what was left of the car--was scattered across the landscape in a circle that ran probably fifteen feet in diameter. There was nothing left intact, save for the steering wheel.
Which remained clutched tightly in Flora's hands.
"Flora, my dear," Layton said, his jangling nerves making it impossible for him to keep his voice from shaking as he addressed her, "what exactly happened?"
She lowered the wheel to her lap as her eyes welled with tears. "W-well...there was a caterpillar in the middle of the road. A-and I didn't want to hit it. S-so I p-panicked and p-put it in rev-verse..."
"...how fast were you going?"
"F-fifty-five kilometers an hour..."
There was a thunk as Layton fell backwards, sprawled on his back on the road. This could not be happening. This was impossible. This could not get worse--
A raindrop landed on his face.
PS. I asked maskalade to pick between Luke and Flora. She chose Flora >D Oh, and 55 km/hr is roughly equal to 35 mph. Also, reCaptcha, what exactly is the "Quartermaster's award"? Some sort of new puzzle? Thanks for reading, all! Much love!