wrote this on a whim for a friend LOL

ppplease point out mistakes or if its ooc or anything because i haven't played this game in a while… also I HAVE NO IDEA HOW YOU EDIT THIS URGH (btw does html work here i don't knoooooow THE OLD WAS SO MUCH BETTER /complain)

this fanfic takes place in efteling, which is a dutch themepark (if you ever visit the netherlands you should DEFINITELY GO IT IS PRETTY AWESOME). the fic was prompted by the description for the python, one of the rollercoasters when viewing the site in english. their english… is not necessarily bad, but the calling for your mother thing made me laugh so hard OKAY I'LL SHUT UP NOW

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You'll be calling for your mother, all right!

The words haunted his mind, jeering, cruel. Screwing his grey eyes tightly shut, his fingers groped the bars tighter—the cold bit at them, but he managed to coolly ignore this—willing with all his might for the little wagon to stop lurching and take him safely down. He could isense/i the man's smug grin, sense his air of triumph at dragging Miles Edgeworth into this horrible ride named the Python. As if the name could be any more foreboding. "Come on, Edgeworth," said his foe, his enemy, his friend, every syllable being carefully spoken until they sounded like they had been woven from silk. "It's not like you're going to die. Loosen up a little?"

"You have no right to talk," came the muffled response. At this Phoenix laughed loudly, throwing back his head and with it earning a few questioning glances. He didn't dare open his eyes yet; though the desire to glare daggers at the other was… quite strong, mildly put, he felt shivers creep down his spine, and he knew they were still going up. At least, this is what he believed, until the wagon stopped abruptly and there was a noise that could be described as a deep growl. He wasn't sure if it came from the exhausted attraction, or himself. Wearily he allowed himself to uncurl, blinking at the sight of the people below scurrying along like tiny ants. "Was that it?" He asked, a little uncertainly. He felt his heartbeat starting to slow, his stomach starting to settle. Had he survived the Python, a ride that was, so to speak, so terrifying Wright had been dying to go on it from the moment he saw it?

"You're joking, right?"

His blood ran cold. The wagon creaked. And there was nothing to stop him from screaming. He felt the wind rush past his face—tears welled up in the corners of his eyes—he took another sharp dive to the right, and all his confidence was gone, gone gone (as was his pride). "Mother dearest!" The man shrieked as they approached a loop, followed by another, and all he could hear were the excited screams of strangers, along with Phoenix's loud laughter; strangely enough, it shook his eardrums, yet Miles was positive he was shrinking as far away from this juvenile person as possible.

Before he knew it, the ride had slowed, people were climbing out, and, as he slowly loosened his grip on whatever he had been clinging on for dear life to, he realized it hadn't been the cold iron bars but instead the man he had hated with a dying passion for managing to drag him in there. "Mother dearest?" He teased, a smirk alighting his face, making no effort to pry Edgeworth off his clothes. He was quite capable of doing it himself, anyway. "Not a word," Miles growled, followed by Phoenix's rich laugh, again—all that man did was laugh.

"And no, before you ask, I am not going in the Vogel Rok with you."

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a/n: vogel rok is another rollercoaster~