‘You haven’t switched yet’ SHE SAID. 'So maybe you won’t’ SHE SAID.
Days passed already— Clive was already meant to be back to his own world, back to work, but instead of solving that issue, he just got another, bigger problem to deal with.
He found himself somewhere completely else—It’s still a home, but not his, not his assigned one either—No, no-no.
Not even his body was his—He found himself in the same shoes from the stranger he has met not too long ago, Athena; In the body of another “Layton” from some other world.
He hoped to be home before it could come to this.
But Clive wasn’t even close to escaping, unfortunately. Even further away, now as a tall beanstalk.
It might take a while until he’s back as himself, and “a while” is too long. At this point, who knows how long it’ll take until he gets back to his own world? If at all?
“NO–NO NONONO— THIS canNOT BE FUCKING HAPPENING—”
He tries to calm himself and his sharp breaths down, but nothing. Rubbing (his) face, shaking (his) head, stomping with (his) feet—-Still panicking.
There was no tie to correct, no hat to fiddle with— But a stupid Coat, one he takes off quickly, throwing it aside. To say he was feeling uncomfortable would be an understatement.
Standing up, Clive started to walk in circles—taking deep breaths and whispering to himself. This was bad. This was really bad. He’d been told people just “wait it out”, but there must be something faster, right?? HE CAN’T just WAIT HERE!!
He’s got to find a way out of this, and a way out of Spirale as soon as possible!! For what else did he make all these Not–
…wait.
Shit, right, they’re all with…
“OH IF THEY GODDAMNED TOUCHED ANY OF THAT I SWEAR—”
He BETTER go and looks for the other, QUICK.
…Although, it’d be for the best if he tries and finds some more formal clothes first. These are just going on his nerves. Nevermind the Hair, that’s a lost cause.
He’s been relieved to be back in his body (and Al’s jumped back with him, wherever he went...) but fate does not believe in letting the man rest. Fate says fuck you and grabs ahold of both Al and Fendi before tossing them away, far away, and both of them land in the same form this time.
The room’s a mess. That’s for certain. They lift an arm to take something off their head, but get distracted by the blue... that familiar blue...
Oh, please say it isn’t so. They hurry to the bathroom, trying to get used to being shorter... the light flicks on and they stare at their new face in the mirror. And what’s looking back at them is...
“Oh... oh no...” Fendi mumbles. “Of all people to switch with, it had to be with Clive Dove.” The exasperation in his voice is clear, emotions still muffled but from exhaustion instead of being caged by command.
He thinks. Okay. The other’s got his body. Where is he going to go? ... Where would he be drawn to? He’d want to be alone, he’d prefer to be somewhere quiet and isolated and there’s a spot in Archimedes that fits the bill. Would Alfendi find Clive there, pondering over the abyss like Fendi himself does?
... Just focus on trying to find and inform the other.
Al, however, is pissed and wants his opinion of the situation to be told. Too bad there’s no one worth telling it to yet...
