Layton Questioning Session: The Rebirth

Authors Notes will mostly be said in the story, but any important things will be put up here like this.

In a lone bed room, sat the author of this story: Gatita101. Or Gatita for short. She was a cat girl, for she had orange-gold fur with a white stomach, muzzle, tail tip, and ear fluff. Her long hair was a chocolaty-dark brown, as was half her tail and the rims of her orange-gold ears. Her nose was a bright cherry red, and her eyes were brown with specks of green. There were black triangles pointing down on each cheek and one small triangle, pointing up, between her eyes.

If your having a hard time imagining this, I'll link to a picture I drew in a later chapter. Yeah. I gotz artz skillz.

Her eyes snapped open. It was time: Show time that is!

Hopping off the bed and into running into a very spacious living room, she met her guests.

"Sorry I'm late! I was busy being overly dramatic!" The catgirl rubbed the back of her head in embarressment.

The group of people looked at her in suspicion. Only Luke decided to speak up.

"Where's WriterCat?" He crossed his arms like a bratty child in a candy store.

She drew her hands behind her and tilted her head back, gazing at the ceiling. "Well Luke. You see... WriterCat isn't among us anymore."

"WHAT!" Everyone exclaimed.

Flora hid behind the Professor. "Sh-she's a muderer!"

"No no no! She's not dead! She's just moving on in life! So she left me in charge. What? Am I not cat enough for you?" She winked.

Clive huffed in his love seat. "Great. From one crazy cat to the next. I have a feeling you'll be both interesting and aggrivating."

Gatita epic fingerpointed at him. "You better believe it, Naruto!"

"Naruto! What the hell are yo-" She cut him off.

"Hey! Calling all Professor Layton fans! I'm no WriterCat, but I just couldn't stand to let something this awesome die! I hope to walk in her footsteps with this fic. So yes, it is from scratch, but feel free to take previous asked questions and ask them again. Most of the original rules apply, but I'll let you know, I run a tight ship around here!"

Emmy leaned into Layton's ear. "Who is she talking to?"

Layton shook his head. "I have no idea."

"So here is how its gonna go down!" She clears her throat.

Rule 1. To get a truth, dare or simple question to us, leave it in a review. Our magical mailman will pick it up for us and leave it at our doorstep. And when I say mailman, I mean Clive.

"WHAT!"

Rule 2. No OC's are allowed to visit randomly. Only if they get clearence from me before hand, because just because you know them, doesn't mean I will. I will allow dates though, but it has to be breif and on my property so the rest of us can point and laugh at the invasion of the characters privacy. Like Clive for example!

"Wait a minute here-"

Rule 3. Dead people. I see dead people. Everywhere. Okay, just joking! But characters who are canonicly dead must stay as such. Unless you want me to use my magic to bring them back to life. That may have horrifying consequences, like the apocolypes, but I'll attempt it if asked. (First thing that will happen! I fricken swear! XD)

A tear rolled down Layton's eye. "... She wont come back this time?"

Gatita pats his knee. "I am sorry."

Rule 4. Material must be rated 'T' at le-

Gatita erases that last rule. "Who wrote this bullshit! People write what they wanna write! That's what the soundproof bedrooms and closet are for!"

Everyone started complaining.

Layton: "No! That is a horrible idea!"

Emmy: "Are you trying to get the fans to go couple crazy!"

Luke: He shuddered. "I don't want to get raped!"

Clive: Imagines fangirls with whips and chains. "... Dear merciful heavens..."

Gatita sighed exasperated. "Oh fine... pussies."

Rule 4. Material must be rated 'T'. No matter how much we perverts want to. (drools at yaoi) But you can leave sexual innuendo's though! That is technically rated 'T' material! ;D.

"Le sigh. No DescoLay for me."

Layton and Descole: "Desco-what!"

Rule 5. Very important. PEARS! I HATE PEARS! No I don't. Not my favorite fruit, but I don't hate them.

"And what relevence did that pertain to, my dear girl?" Layton asked.

She shrugged. "Ah dun'know. I just wanted to be random."

The real Rule 5. All treats must be taste tested by me and Luke before being given to the recipent.

"I like this author!" Luke exclaimed in childish glee.

Rule 6. Now THIS is important. I don't know much about Mask of Miracles, so lets please stick to characters and games that have english release please.

"Other than those important six rules. GO NUTS! Serious questions will be answered seriously. Random questions will be answered randomly. As you may already have noticed, my writing style is completely different. I hope you guys will be comfortable with it, but think of it this way: you get to read embarressing dares in excrutiating details!"

Everyone in the room groaned in displeasure.

"I thought you said you run a tight ship! That isn't tight at all!" Emmy complained.

"Oh no! I didn't mean that towards the readers! That was meant for you guys!" Gatita giggled maliciously. "In the words of Emmy 'I can't wait to get started!'. No really! This will be a fun project, and I hope to do WriterCat justice!"

You heard the-girl-thats-supposed-to-be-me! Send in the truth, dares and questions, but mostly dares please! -insert evil laugh-