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Hello Layton Nation! I made another AU.

Presenting:

This AU is based off of and inspired by The Truman Show.

More below!

(Major spoiler warning for all mainline PL games and for The Truman Show)

Hershel Layton is a Professor of Archaeology who leads a relatively peaceful life in the small town of Haverfield. He's lived in Haverfield for his entire life. He has two loving parents, Lucille and Roland, and a best friend and loyal apprentice, Luke.

Hershel doesn’t mind the rather mundane life he leads for the most part. He is bored, yes, but he’s safe. He no longer likes to go on grander adventures after his mother and Randalls’ deaths. He prefers to stay in his quiet office and research and read.

Hershel loves to solve puzzles, and the people of Haverfield love to provide. In fact, they seem to always have a puzzle on hand whenever Hershel brings up his growing desire to leave. The stability of a correct answer keeps him happy, after all, and so Hershel remains content (enough) with his life in Haverfield.

That is until several anomalies begin to make themselves known. He witnesses from his own driveway a stage light falling from the sky. The waves on the shore stop swelling for a day. A patch of rain falls only on him.

Hershel manages to brush them off with a twitching eyelid, but things spiral when he’s walking off of Gressenheller’s campus and spots Randall. Alive.

Hershel starts to doubt the nature of things. This is a puzzle he’s never been more desperate and frightened to solve.

His newfound paranoia and wariness only sharpen his advertency of the several abnormalities and conveniently placed coincidences happening around him, and the less-than-receptive reactions from his closest friends helps drive him further to the conclusion that perhaps none of it is real.

Details:

Christof: Leon

Truman: Hershel

Truman’s mother/father: Rachel

Marlon: Clark

Sylvia: Claire

Randall takes the place of Truman’s wife, Meryl, in many situations proceeding his return.

Additional non-og characters:

Henry

Angela

Dalston

Clark

Brenda

Luke

Desmond

Lucille

Roland

Since the dome in the Truman show is only like. 15 miles wide. There can probably only be two small towns. This means that Last Specter is the only Layton game that can. Happen. Sorry. Wow I really fucked up the plot of Professor Layton. Whatever. This is my au.

Some of this stuff may change! But here's what I have initially. I might write something for this. Who knows. I also probably forgot something. But that's okay I'll come back and add it later.

If anyone has any questions, please ask!! Questions help me think about things I may not have thought about before. I love answering questions. Grin!

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Ernest, looks like Cilan...

flow winning animated feature is the kind of story that's going to be taught like the boogeyman to every big animation studio's intake class for decades

i actually did. There was this time where my old usernames sounded like a deadname to me 😕

Maybe that is what makes us like the smell of new books, of new clothes.

maybe that's what's so conforting of travelling somewhere else. Maybe that's what's so conforting of staying at a new hotel, with It's empty feeling and repeated halls.

maybe that's so conforting about a blank piece of paper.

You can write over it.

Make something entirely new.

And if it fails, you can always take another sheet.

Sometimes, i wish i was brand new too. So i could write over my mistakes and feel the fresh air again.