Hey Guys! I'm bored, so lets write a FanFiction...! Hm, I'm sorta doing this off the top of my head, so lets see what happens... Sorry if its just crap!
Basically it's a Phoenix Wright x Layton Brothers thing. God, why am I writing this?!
I groggily turn my head towards my alarm clock. Ugh, late for work already, and all because of HIM. Why is this man haunting me? He's been appears in my dreams every night for at least a month, yet I have NO IDEA who he is.
His dark red curls held together in a ponytail, his scruffy white lab coat, alike mine, newspapers in his pockets. He never speaks to me, but I always feel his eyes know exactly what I think.
I hop in the shower and get ready for work, that man still stuck in my mind.
I somehow make it to work this morning, I successfully get on the right train, and I almost miss my stop, due to "catching up on sleep" on my train to the Los Angeles Police Department.
My sister, Lana tries to make me go back home once she sees me, but I convince her to let me stay, I've never missed a day of work, yeah, I might have been late, A LOT, but I've never missed a day.
"Fraulien, may I say you look awful this morning?" The man who irritates me every day's voice stops me from drifting to sleep on my desk.
"NO, fop. I'd much prefer it if you didn't say that. Anyway. " I turn to face the fop that is Prosecutor Klavier Gavin, "What is it you want?!"
"Oh, I just thought you might want to know a new detective is transferring from England. It's here in the newspaper, take a look"
He continues to blather on about this guy called "Layton", and I half listen before telling him to "get lost" whilst I "work".
Later, at the end of the day, I come across the newspaper that fop left on my desk, and there's something I fined VERY interesting.
That man, the one from my dreams. HE'S the one coming here from England! Now. WHAT IS HE DOING IN MY DREAMS?!