DISCLAIMER: I do not own Phoenix Wright or any of the characters. This is a fan fiction, not an original work.

SPOILERS. MAJOR SPOILERS.

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An explosion was heard, causing the townspeople to turn around. Chaos had broken loose. Someone had set off a bomb in the jail.

"Master Engarde, I'd like us to be more acquainted…" Shelly said as he covered Matt's mouth. The actor struggled for a minute or so, but soon became tired and passed out. Shelly carried him off to his hideout before the cops could show up and gather up all the escaped convicts.

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Matt rubbed his head when he finally had woken up. He stared at the ceiling trying to recall what had just happened. He thought it over, and then finally it all came back to him…

I…I have to get out of here…He's going to kill me! Matt thought to himself. He jumped up and looked around frantically in the dark room, where he then spotted our beloved assassin.

"Good morning, Master Engarde," Shelly said. He was smiling, and he had a pear in his hand. He handed it to Matt, but Matt flinched a little bit and hesitated to take it.

"You probably poisoned it, old man…" Matt said quietly. He was still in shock, and his head hurt worse than ever. His hair was flipped back, so his scars were showing. His new ones from earlier that morning had opened back up and were bleeding a little bit, but not much. Matt placed a hand over his forehead and felt the warm liquid slide down. It stung.

"Not at all, Master Engarde. I can't kill my heir's sire."

"Heir's…sire? What the hell does that mean?" Matt blinked and flinched again when Shelly sat down in the chair in front of the bed that Matt lay on.

"Why, Master Engarde! Why do you think you're still alive at this moment? If you weren't going to father my heir, I'd kill you! Ohohoho…" He laughed to himself.

"Father! What are you thinking?!" Matt's heart was pounding in his chest. For nearly six months, he felt safe… Safe from being killed by Shelly de Killer. He regretted betraying the assassin. Now everyday for the rest of his life he would have to look over his shoulder making sure de Killer was not right there ready to strike.

"Master Engarde…You are going to father my heir. I figured you would have figured that out by now. Now, are you going to eat your pear, Master Engarde?" Shelly pointed to the pear in Matt's hand that he had not yet touched.

"…No! And I'm not going to father your heir! Why would I want to do that?! And why do you want me to do it?!"

Shelly smiled and replied calmly, "Well, you see, Master Engarde, even though I absolutely despise liars such as yourself, I am indeed getting older and I do need an heir."

"But why pick me?!" Matt was in a panic. His heart pounded louder and harder, and he felt that Shelly could hear it plain as day.

"Master Engarde, as you probably could have guess, we de Killers are quite attractive. Now, I would like to carry on that tradition, and you are the most attractive man I know." Shelly only smiled, and Matt could tell he was entirely serious.

What a dumb reason to want me to be the father of you freaking heir! Though I am quite attractive… Matt thought. "…Carry out the tradition? Don't you mean 'start it'?" Matt laughed at his joke, but Shelly was not amused.

"…You have ten months, Master Engarde. If you do not reach your goal, I will eradicate you." And he took his pear and left the room.

"What the hell…?"