Wow, it's been 5 months already? I've been really busy with school, exams, etc but now I've only got a week left till holidays so I might actually be able to write some stuff! People wanted me to do more humour, so here ya go, hope it's funny enough. It was originally going to be a one shot, but I don't want to write it all in one go.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Professor Layton, but I do take responsibility for Descole's OOCness in this.

The dark, icy atmosphere of the cave gave it an image of a villain's typical secret hideaway. One drop of water fell off from a pointy rock on the roof, and as it landed, the whole cave echoed with the sound. The whole place was filled with eeriness and isolation, which upon living in would drive anyone crazy. That is, except for Jean Descole, evil scientist and villain, who loved the silence of it all. Despite the creepiness of the cave, he had made himself at home and set up his french decor all around.

He sat in his blue brocaded velvet chair with lion's paws at the end, and the television infront of him was turned onto the news. He sat in envy, watching the success of Professor Layton and co.'s newest mystery unravelling His anger and hatred towards Layton forced him to gripped his champagne-filled glass so tightly that he knew it might explode into a million pieces anytime soon.

"Layton," he grumbled under his breathe. Why was it every time he thought he would be able to pull off an evil scheme, that top hatted varmint always foiled it! What did he have that Descole didn't? Was it that he was extremely good looking? No, Descole shared that feature. Well, Layton had an awesome hat, but then again, Descole did too.

"Think!" He urged himself. He knew there was something missing, and thought back to each of the times he and Layton had come face to face. And then, he remembered the feeling that had been present each of those moments. He had felt an emptiness on either side of him, like there should be something, or rather someone there. His head snapped up to look at the television screen as the camera zoomed into a certain boy's face.

Then, he realized just what had been missing. It was someone who would follow him and obey his every command. Someone who would take down notes so one day they would be able to follow in his footsteps, and when Descole is old and fat and sitting on his butt in a nursing home, he'd be able to watch his own creation rule the world. Layton was never alone, he always had that Triton kid or Altava woman right by his side, ready to help him kick butt. And as cheesy as it was for Descole, he began to accept that maybe two heads are better than one and the power of friendship can win over anything, blah blah blah. What he needed was his own apprentice. And he knew just where to get one.

"Men, I'm going out!" He called out to the hundreds of masked henchmen, who were usually in the laboratory, working on dangerous weapons when Descole was too lazy to work on them himself. "While I'm gone, arrange a child's bedroom for me!"

"Now, to the Descmobile!" He announced, and hurried off to his car with the name that he obviously ripped off. As he started the engine, a wide smirk appeared across his face.

"Aw yeah, I'm gonna get me an apprentice, so I can kick Layton's butt and rule the world, then when things are no longer awkward between us, I'll admit my feelings for Layton and we'll live happily ever after, ruling the world together as king and queen. I'll be the queen, of course."