Boxed (Fanfic100)
Title: Boxed
Fandom: Professor Layton
Characters: Luke, Layton
Prompt: #77: what?
Word Count: 463 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Professor Layton or his Top Hat of Awesome.
Summary: After the conclusion of the Elysian Box affair, Luke asks an question with horrifying implications. Massive spoilers for game two. Blame TV Tropes for this one.
"Professor?"
Luke's voice was unusually timid, which was more than enough to pique the Professor's curiosity as to what was going through his young apprentice's head. He glanced up from his newspaper, where he was reading the story of his own mentor's miraculous recovery from his encounter from the Elysian Box. "What is it, my boy?"
Luke fidgeted. "So…the Elysian Box was full of a gas that caused hallucinations and things, right?"
"Correct."
"But the things weren't real, and given enough time, the person would recover, right?" He was glancing at the door now, perhaps seeing if Flora was returning. She had stepped out into the hall for a breath of air.
"As near as we can tell, yes."
"And Doctor Schraeder woke up, right?"
"Yes. Luke, where are you going with this?"
"Well…" Luke shifted. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, and he studied his white knuckles with a single-minded intensity usually reserved for puzzles. "Professor, even you were convinced that Doctor Schraeder was dead. But he woke up from his death." Now Luke looked up, straight at his mentor. "What happened to all the others who died from the box?"
Layton opened his mouth to reply.
And quickly shut it again as the full implications of Luke's question slapped his squarely across the face.
It was a moment before he managed to choke out any words. All he could manage was, "Good heavens."
-o-
He opened his eyes.
The last thing he remembered was opening that box.
And as he tried to move and found himself walled in on all sides, he realized that now he himself was now in a box.
A very specific type of box.
He pushed at it.
The lid wouldn't budge.
He smelled earth and moisture and the unmistakable stench of death.
He screamed.
But no one could hear him.
Fandom: Professor Layton
Characters: Luke, Layton
Prompt: #77: what?
Word Count: 463 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Professor Layton or his Top Hat of Awesome.
Summary: After the conclusion of the Elysian Box affair, Luke asks an question with horrifying implications. Massive spoilers for game two. Blame TV Tropes for this one.
"Professor?"
Luke's voice was unusually timid, which was more than enough to pique the Professor's curiosity as to what was going through his young apprentice's head. He glanced up from his newspaper, where he was reading the story of his own mentor's miraculous recovery from his encounter from the Elysian Box. "What is it, my boy?"
Luke fidgeted. "So…the Elysian Box was full of a gas that caused hallucinations and things, right?"
"Correct."
"But the things weren't real, and given enough time, the person would recover, right?" He was glancing at the door now, perhaps seeing if Flora was returning. She had stepped out into the hall for a breath of air.
"As near as we can tell, yes."
"And Doctor Schraeder woke up, right?"
"Yes. Luke, where are you going with this?"
"Well…" Luke shifted. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, and he studied his white knuckles with a single-minded intensity usually reserved for puzzles. "Professor, even you were convinced that Doctor Schraeder was dead. But he woke up from his death." Now Luke looked up, straight at his mentor. "What happened to all the others who died from the box?"
Layton opened his mouth to reply.
And quickly shut it again as the full implications of Luke's question slapped his squarely across the face.
It was a moment before he managed to choke out any words. All he could manage was, "Good heavens."
-o-
He opened his eyes.
The last thing he remembered was opening that box.
And as he tried to move and found himself walled in on all sides, he realized that now he himself was now in a box.
A very specific type of box.
He pushed at it.
The lid wouldn't budge.
He smelled earth and moisture and the unmistakable stench of death.
He screamed.
But no one could hear him.