This idea just sparked while I was listening to "Reminiscence ~ Tragic Memories" and so, WHY NOT?

DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN THIS AMAZING GAME AND ITS AMAZING SONGS!

(I'll only show the disclaimer once because knowing myself, I'll be too lazy to put it)

Hidden: CHAPTER 1

Natalie POV

My name is Natalie J. Neptune. Yeah, like the planet or maybe you think about the Roman god. Take your pick; I don't really bother about my name or anything about it. Besides, it's just a name; nothing special about it.

My childhood is not the best one to live in. It would compromise of my foster family making fun of me, being a lab test and getting poked with needles, being asked questions for professors and answer faster than them, getting injected by unknown substances and the most important one hidden from the outside world.

It has always been my dream to see it. The professors would always come from the outside world. Mom said that I'm lucky because other children like me go outside; away from safety, danger, and the monsters.

When I was just 3 months old, I already knew how to speak and did advance math and science. I also had a unique power. I can "hack" into one's brain and look at the memories and such.

The government found out about me and tested me. I had to answer a 25 page test all about algebra and more advance stuff made by the world's best professors.

The result; a perfect 500 score. So, the country's government took my family and gave us a new home. It was a gigantic mansion and had a lot of rooms. Guards are everywhere I go. I even have my own personal butler, Mike. He's a nice guy despite the scary nurses who inject me with odd colored substances.

My room was very small. Why? Well, my first room was very very big and I don't like it. So, I got a new room. It had a nice small bed, a simple desk and a shelf with a variety of thick books. It didn't have any windows...I don't know why but...oh well. I'm not very picky anyway.

But...I always wanted to see the stars.

Father told me all about them, he said they are like orbs that shine in the sky and each star is different to another. He also said if I look closely, the stars would line up making a shape thus explaining the constellations I studied when I was three years old.

I've seen pictures...they didn't look very nice. But since my Father likes those dots in the sky, might as well learn them to please him.

Over the years, I learned it was hard to make my family love me. I knew I was adopted, but the orphanage doesn't know my original parents. The government doesn't know either, thus making me a mystery child.

One day, Mike came in with a board game. It was called chess; luckily I studied all about it. Then, I had my very first time playing a game. Mike wasn't bad, in fact he was good. In the end, I won.

"Can we play again another time?" I asked kindly. Mike smiled and ruffled my hair, "Of course, kid. Got to go back to my post. See you." And there he left. I felt sad, all alone but I was excited for tomorrow. I got to play chess with him again.

I also grew an interest in the world of court and law. The defense, prosecution, and the judge; the three people who work together to find the truth. I adored it and always dreamed of being a lawyer.

But the Dark Age of law has begun quite quickly.

I thought my dream of being a lawyer would be useless, many lawyers have been following the concept of the Dark Age. But a small team of lawyers proved me wrong. Apollo Justice, Athena Cykes, and Phoenix Wright. All three of them didn't just win every case they got, but found the truth.

How I wish I could see all three of them in person...

...but I should really be careful of what I wish for.

Emerald Residences

April 16 6:35 PM

3rd POV

"*click*"

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"Mike? What are you doing—"

"Heh..."

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Natalie POV

I woke up to the sound of someone scream. Shocked, I got out of bed and ran to where the voice seemed to come from. I looked around and saw the maintenance door slightly ajar.

Then...I saw blood coming out from the small gap and into the hallway. I was frozen, terrified of what was happening. "H-hello?" I asked and opened the door.

What I saw...is something that burned straight into my brain.

There, Mike was standing in front of Mother's dead, lifeless body. A bloody knife was in front of me. 'The murder weapon.'I thought.

I couldn't move. I was stuck in my spot, staring at Mike terrified. Mike refused to stare at me, his hazel brown eyes refusing to meet my red ones. Suddenly, my body moved on its own. I picked up the knife in front of me and slowly I walked towards Mike. 'No! Stop!' I thought.

I was too late, I stabbed Mike directly at his back right where his heart should be. He fell to the ground, staring at me shocked. "I'm...sorry." he rasped out and went limp. I dropped the knife, making a loud sound. "N-no...no..." I was scared. "H-help! Help! Someone! Anyone! Help me!" I screamed. Tears were falling and dropping to the blood stained floor.

David, my step-brother, came first and looked at the scene. He then looked at me terrified. Then, he looked at Mother's dead body. "DAD!" he shouted and ran towards Mother. I stepped back but fell; my hand landing on the knife's handle.

Father came in and gasped. He then looked at me, "Put the knife down." He growled. I put the knife down, not realizing I had it mid air. "David, call the police. Now." Father said. David nodded and ran off.

Father walked towards me and grabbed my white hair, tugging it up painfully. "Ah!" I exclaimed. "YOU did THIS!?" he screamed. I shook my head, "N-no I didn't! I would never!" I responded. "Then who killed Mary!?" he asked. I didn't want to say it was Mike, he was a good guy. He never did anything wrong. I remained silent, not answering Father.

Father then got really mad, "You good for nothing—" he was then interrupted to the sound of sirens of police cars. Father smirked, "Heh, looks like I've found the perfect new place for you." He said. "THE MURDERER IS HERE!" Father screamed.

Five minutes later, the police took me away. They placed hand cuffs on my wrist and made me sit in the police car. News reporters tried to question me but I ignored them, I couldn't see anything. My vision was hazy, I couldn't stop shaking.

...Why me?

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