A/N: Hey there internet users!Happy April Fools you foolishly foolish fooly foolhardy fooling foolish fools! This is my first published story on FanFiction, and to be honest, I'm not sure if I've even published this story correctly(I swear the Doc Manager is trying to prank me...) Anyway, while I was a mere reader, I was disappointed that there are not many stories where past characters meets future characters, or characters from this alternate world meets characters from that alternate world, so I've decided to make some myself. So! I started this one when I was vacationing in Cuba without wi-fi and my 3DS to keep me company during New Years. It takes place after Dual Destinies(which I haven't played but know what most of the gist is about), and because I haven't played it yet(and I don't really want too many spoilers) there might be some mistakes that I won't be aware of. That's where YOU GUYS come in! All you need to do is inform me of what I did wrong, and I'll try to fix it(there is an edit the story button somewhere, right?) I probably will have to edit some parts after I've actually played Dual Destinies, but for now, enjoy this work-in-progress chapter!
Tell me if I've got anyone OOC! And as a fellow Ace Attorney fan, I encourage you other fans to tell me if I got something wrong!
Disclaimer: I own nothing belonging to Ace Attorney and I do not own this cover picture! Like I mentioned, I am only a fan. If I did own Ace Attorney, then I would create a character named Screamin' Payne to add to the Winston Payne and Gaspen Payne family. (the family of wincing, gasping, and screaming in pain. Get it? lol)
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Chapter No. 1
Turnabout New Year's Troubles that Arrived Way Too Early for Anyone's Tastes
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Date: December 31, 2027
Time: 11:59 PM
Location: Wright Anything Agency
{everyone's Point of View}
"3, 2, 1—HAPPY NEW YEAR!" A ginormous cheer emitted from the second floor of the only lit building in the quiet neighborhood precisely at midnight. Mr. Eldoon tossed around in his not-too-shabby bed and grumbled about how noisy the Wright Anything Agency was being, but he couldn't stop a smile from gracing his face as he fell asleep again.
Glasses containing various kinds of alcohol ranging from common 6-pack beers to ridiculously expensive imported wine clinked together eagerly while gleeful laughter sounded out in gratitude to another year spent with friends and families.
Everyone was there: Edgeworth, Maya, Trucy, Apollo, Athena, Larry, Iris, Bikini, Gumshoe, Maggey, Klavier, Ema, Blackquill, Juniper, Pearls, Will, Adrian, Lotta, Oldbag, Penny, the DeLites, and even Franziska—who begrudgingly agreed after giving into Edgeworth's persistent coaxing—was there. Phoenix smiled warmly at all his family, friends, acquaintances, and past clients who gathered around his previously messy office chatting away. He, Apollo, and Athena worked their butts off to clean the darn thing that entire day before setting up the New Year's party for their soon-to-arrive guests, and in the end they're proud of their hard work.
"A toast, to a new, prosperous year!" He announced loudly. Many cheers followed as everyone began clinking and banging their glasses with each others again before downing their remaining liquor heartily. The guests soon resumed back to their chatter.
{by one unnoticed part of the wall}
"Hey Junie! How's the party going for ya?"
(Athena)
"O-oh hi Thena. It's going really great, I-I'm getting less shy around people now, a-and I jump less and less when someone approaches me."
(Juniper)
"That's great Junie! Keep at it!"
"Thanks, Thena! By the way, how are you and Mr. P-Prosecutor Blackquill doing? I-I hope you guys feel b-better from...you know..."
"Oh yes! We're both doing great! Don't worry about us, Junie, 'cause I'm a professional in psychology after all. Although I'm not sure how Apollo is doing since he's been so awfully quiet...well, he still shows up to work—which I suppose is a good sign—but lately there's always that oppressive look in his eyes. To tell you the truth, I'm really worried about him, Junie. He may seem like he's simply mourning, but I KNOW that look in his eyes holds something much more painful. Even Widget sensed it while he was in sleep mode! I've already offered my psychiatric services to him—completely free of charge, too!—but he just would not accept them!"
"Oh goodness, I really h-hope my mighty guardian Apollo will be alright. I w-would be so sad too if I lost you Thena—"
(sudden grip on her shoulder)
"Heeey babe! Name's Larry, the worldwide awesome-est artist! You're a cute chick, what's your relationship status?"
(semi-drunk)
"Eep! I-I-I-I-I—"
(meltdown initiate)
"Uhh Junie? You okay?"
{with the fanboy and fangirl}
"Say Mr. Edgeworth, do you have a moment?"
(Penny)
"Hmm? What is it Ms—"
(Edgeworth)
"It's Penny. Penny is fine."
"Alright then, Miss Penny, what can I do for you?"
"You know those super ultra rare limited edition Neo Platinum ranked Steel Samurai deluxe collector's packs that exists only 17 copies in the entire world?"
"Yes? Go on."
(secretly extremely interested)
"Well, I've got my hands on a card right here that belongs to one of those packs, but I already have a copy of it. I was wondering if you would like to make a trade with me for that card."
(heard from Larry during their onetime date about Edgeworth's fanboy side)
"It depends on what card it is, for I also have a few that I am willing to make an exchange..."
{with the supernatural, the magical, and the scientific}
"No way! So you're like the master of all mediums who can channel dead people?"
(Trucy)
"In a sense, yep!"
(Maya)
"Wow that's so cool!"
"Channeling the dead? That's highly unscientific."
(Ema)
"Haha! That's what everyone says, but when they actually see it, they get totally blown away!"
(Maya)
"There is no solid, decisive evidence pointing towards the existence of the spirit beyond the living realm or the visible light spectrum. That's why I don't quite believe you, Miss Maya. Science has undoubtedly proven to society that we are made from trillions of very complex cells held together by chemical forces. No more, no less. Even if we do have a very intricate mind, I'm pretty sure no ghost is living in my brain cells right now."
"Well, I guess someone needs a visit to Kurain Village—"
"Pass."
"But Ema, you should at least check it out! Kurain Village's surroundings are very beautiful and refreshing! It would still be nice to take a trip to the mountains once in awhile, don't you think?"
"Hmm, well I suppose. I'll think about it." *munch* *munch* *munch* (eating random bag of Snackoos that popped out of nowhere)
"Oooooh, can I have some—"
"No."
"..."
(tearful puppy-eyes look)
"...oh alright, fine. I'll share, so stop looking at me like I just kicked something cute."
"YAAAY!"
"Hm, I'm a bit hungry too. I'll see if I have any leftover snacks..."
(Trucy)
"Um Trucy? Is that what I think it is...?"
(Ema)
"Oh these? They're my Magic Panties!"
"Magic Panties?"
(Maya)
"I really think you shouldn't wave that thing around, Trucy."
(Ema)
"Why not? It's only a prop that I use on my shows, nothing more."
(Trucy)
"But...that thing's an undergarment..."
"Nope, it's not ONLY an undergarment! Here I'll show you...aha! Chips!"
"Oooooh I'll hold on to that!"
(Maya)
"Thanks Miss Maya! And now popcorn!"
(Trucy)
"I'll hold onto that as well!"
"Soda!"
"Hmm, I am thirsty. Hand it over!"
"Burgers!"
"*drools* Wow Trucy, your panties are amazing! It spits out food!"
"And highly curious. It is physically impossible for such small area space to contain more than its volume. Trucy, give me those! They need to be scientifically tested whether they are truly undergarments or not!"
(snatches the panties)
"Wha—wait! Ms. Skye I need those!"
{with the oldest and the youngest}
"*sigh* Just look at that sexy hunk-a-junk my Edgy-poo has grown into. He's the image of perfection!"
(Oldbag, admiring Edgeworth from behind a couch)
"Who is, Miss?"
(Pearl)
"What? You don't know? It's my Edgy-poo right over there! Isn't he handsome? Of course he is, and brats like you will never understand!"
"A brat? Ma'am, I'm 16, I'm considered a teenager, not a child anymore."
"Oh a big mouth, eh? Youngsters like you ought to know how to respect their elders properly, humph! Fine then missy, what do you want me to call you?"
"My name is Pearl Fey. What's yours?"
"Why bother? I'm just a sweet, old lady forgotten by the world. *sigh*"
"You're not forgotten, that's why I'm asking for your name."
"Heh. Look at me, Wendy Oldbag, having friendly talk with a whippersnapper. Never in all my years would I imagine me getting friendly with the likes of you."
"So um Ms. Oldbag, is Mr. Edgeworth your special someone?"
(still as oblivious as ever)
"Of course he is! Why is he not?! He is mine and mine alone, but that stallion is a wild one, I never did manage to truly tame that hot horse. My elders say that a free horse runs free and can never be tamed, but what do they know? They're dead."
"Don't lose hope, Ms. Oldbag! Sometimes special someones just need a push in the right direction to realize their love for each other. Trust me, I know two people who are hopelessly in love, but are completely unaware if it. *sighs*"
"You know what, you're right! I just need to double—no—quadruple my efforts in seducing Edgy-poo! Whippersnapper, why haven't I met you before? You are actually quite nice to have around, unlike some people that I know of."
(from there on out, Pearls and Oldbag formed an alliance of sorts with each other because Oldbag refused to acknowledge having a friendship with a whippersnapper)
Somewhere in the room, Edgeworth had a foreboding chill run down his back.
Somewhere in the room, Phoenix and Maya sneezed simultaneously, twice.
{with the glimmerous and the annoyed}
"Achtung Herr Forehead, what are you doing hiding in that corner like Herr Blackquill, ja?"
(Klavier, literally appears out of nowhere)
"Prosecutor Gavin go away, you'll attract attention."
(Apollo, trying to huddle closer to the corner away from Klavier)
"Aw, don't be a party-pooper Herr Forehead. Let me in on this little private club of yours, ja?"
"Prosecutor Gavin, I'm serious."
"Me too, Herr Forehead."
"Ugh, fine you can join me..."
"So...how have you been?"
(finally speaks after a few silent moments)
"What do you mean?"
"Your wounds, are they feeling better?"
"I guess they're healing nicely more or less, but the doctor says that I should keep my bandages on for awhile longer, just in case. I'm just glad that the whole crazy fiasco from that week and a half ago is over."
"I'm talking about your heart, Herr Forehead. Are you okay emotionally?"
"...I'm-I'm fine...I mean, really, I'm fine. Truly, I'm fine."
"Oh? You sure?"
"Ugh! Yes! For the love of—yes! I told you I'm FINE! Jeez, everyone's been asking me that same question, and it's starting to get annoying. I keep telling you guys that I'm fine—I'M FINE! Just leave me alone to mourn in peace, and I'll get over it...eventually...also to be honest, this party's festive atmosphere is doing wonders to keep me from brooding, so I'll be...fine...*mumbles*I guess."
(a long pause before Klavier finally smiles)
"Ach, that's good. I'm glad you can still enjoy our company, ja? I was worried about you pushing others away and start distancing yourself from us. I do hope you understand how much each one of us—including me—cares about you, Apollo."
"..!"
(completely taken aback along with the mention of his actual name)
"..."
(a rare serious face stare)
"...th-thanks for the, um, concern."
"No problem, Herr Justice."
(sudden relieved face, soft smile)
"..."
(flustered)
"...you know, we both have witnessed each other in shambles now, ja? If I didn't know better, I think fate has purposely tied us together."
"God that sounds so cheesy, Klavier."
"Ach! Indeed, ja? Only you, Herr Forehead, can make me say cheesy things to another man. Tell me, what do you actually think of me? Don't worry, I won't judge, ja?" *wink* *wink*
(delighted to hear his own name from Apollo)
"You just ruined the moment, Prosecutor Gavin."
{with the whipper and the samurai}
"Hmph."
(Franziska with an icy stare, silently analyzing the taller prosecutor)
"Hn."
(Blackquill with an equally scary glare, silently eyeing up and down the German prosecutor)
*SCLANG!*
(suddenly the collision of whip and blade rang out in the office room; thus scaring, startling, and catching the attention of the other occupants. The frozen positions of Franziska's whip wrapped around Blackquill's sword lasted for a few tense moments with said weapon owners glaring at each other in a silent battle of intimidation. Immediately after exactly 3 minutes, they simultaneously broke their weapons' hold and turned to walk away from each other.
Those who have witnessed this exchange testified it to be the scariest moment of their lives)
{with the background characters}
"Hey Miss Adrian..."
(Will Powers)
"What is it Mr. Powers?"
(Adrian Andrews)
"N-nothing, it's just...fascinating, really."
"What is?"
"Seeing Mr. Wright and his friends come this far, it's amazing, don't you think? It's as if like yesterday when Mr. Wright was just a rookie defence attorney who singlehandedly saved me from jail."
"Yes, I do agree with you. If it weren't for Mr. Wright, we all would have been wrongly sentenced, and the true criminal would have escaped justice once again. For that, I am eternally grateful to him."
"Ah I agree with ya'll!"
(Lotta)
"Who are you?"
(Adrian)
"Name's Lotta Hart, an' I'ma plain ol' photographer. Pleased ta' meet'cha!"
"Yes, the pleasure is all mine. I am Adrian Andrews, Mr. Will Power's agent."
"H-hi."
(Will)
"Anywho, I heard ya'll talkin' 'bout our ol' spiky blue, yeah? I jus' couldn't resist connecting with ya'll about how he change lots'a lives. He sure change mine, plenty o' times!"
(currently now a historic documentary photographer)
"Yes, indeed he has change all of us here."
(Adrian)
"Y-yeah. I don't know about you guys, but whenever I look at Mr. Wright and his friends, I feel oddly like a parent watching my children growing up and heading to a brighter future, you know? *sniff* I-I know, it's really weird that I feel this way, huh? *sniff*"
(Will)
"Naw, it's not weird! I almost feel the same darn thing! Now if only we could go back to th' past and properly thank 'im for everything."
(Lotta)
"Yes, it'd be nice to see our past selves and tell them about everything. However, it is entirely impossible."
(Adrian)
"Yea', right you are Ms. Andrews."
"Hm... *sniff*"
(Will Powers, suddenly has a sinking feeling)
{minutes later}
"Hey pal!" Hiccuped one drunk, but nonetheless very jolly Dick Gumshoe. "Thanks for inviting us, pal! It's nice to spend a New Year's Eve surrounded by so many people!"
Maggey, who was pleasantly conversing with the DeLites about marriage and honeymoon stories by the piano, perked up at Gumshoe's loud voice. She excused herself and hurried over to steady her beloved soon-to-be(still not married but planning to) husband.
"Oh don't mind him, Mr. Wright sir!" She flashed him a friendly smile. "He just has too much to drink. I'm guessing this is our cue to leave before my big-hearted Jumbo Wumbo breaks something. Thank you again for inviting us, sir. Goodnight and happy New Year's!"
"Happy New Year's to you guys too. See ya!" Phoenix chuckled at the adorable scene the two clumsy trouble-magnets are making as they stumbled out the door.
"Hey Mr. Wright!"
Turning around, Phoenix was approached by two smiling temple Feys.
"Oh hey Bikini, Iris, is there something you two needed?"
"Nah, nothing's the problem! We just need to start heading back to the temple. The Hazakura Temple is temporary on break due to New Year's, but next morning we're back in business! The last train to Eagle Mountain leaves soon, so we gotta dash!"
(Bikini)
"Ah I see, have a safe trip alright?"
Iris suddenly closed in on Phoenix. Wrapping her arms shyly around Phoenix's shoulders, she embraced him warmly. Phoenix blinked a bit in shock before returning the tender gesture. The hug ended as soon as it happened.
"Happy New Year's, Mr. Wright." She said softly with a sweet smile.
"You too Iris." Phoenix nodded with his own gentle smile, and waved them off as they opened the office door.
After that, guests began to leave in hopes of catching a few Zs(sleep) before the morning sun dawns upon the brand new world. Adrian and Will left for their agency apartments in hopes of resting for a couple of hours before starting their busy routine. Maya and Pearls immediately dashed out the office the moment they checked the early morning train schedule, apparently having forgotten that the last train to Kurain leaves in less than 15 minutes. Oldbag disappeared off to somewhere after aborting her search for Edgeworth who was hiding in a cupboard("Edgeworth? What are you doing in my cupboard?"). Lotta left with Penny to her apartment, hoping to sleep on Penny's couch for a bit before leaving for the airport to the countryside. The DeLites zoomed off on their motorcycle(much to the terror of one Ron DeLite) to their home. Larry offered to escort Juniper home after all the stress he—eventually—realized that he has caused her, and needless to say the timid girl was grateful for the extra company through the dark, cold streets. Ema and Klavier left for their apartments soon after. And lastly, Franziska began her own trip back to her hotel room shortly after exchanging a few more fondly chilly words with Edgeworth.
However, the remaining few—Apollo, Athena, Blackquill, and Edgeworth—managed to get convinced by Phoenix and Trucy to stay for the remainder of the night.
Much to the bewilderment of them all, the Wright Anything Agency was actually much, much bigger than any of them had originally thought.
Pyjamas in the form of big, plain t-shirts and comfortable sweatpants were distributed to the tired guests for the night. Somehow, Phoenix found a pair of a certain chief prosecutor's favorite(pink) silken pajamas stuffed under his pile of t-shirts for who-knows-how-long much to the chagrin of one now completely magenta-faced Miles Edgeworth, and a befuddled Phoenix soon became the unwilling target for said prosecutor's death glares.
"What the hell, Wright?!" Exclaimed Edgeworth, whose face was still a lovely shade of his usual suit.
"I honestly don't know why a pair of your pajamas was in my closet, Edgeworth! I'm serious!" Phoenix replied, his cheeks and ears having turned slightly red in embarrassment.
"Well I certainly have no recollection of possibly putting a pair of my sleepwear in YOUR wardrobe!"
"Still, don't glare at me like I'm guilty of doing so! It could've sprouted legs and walked here for all we know! Calm down would you?"
"HOLD IT! 'Sprouted legs and walk here'—pah! That's absolutely preposterous! Are you even listening to yourself?!"
Athena, Apollo, and Trucy simply tilted their heads in bewilderment at the astonishing discovery. Meanwhile, Blackquill was just looking tired as hell.
Poor Blackquill had finally finished all the long and treacherous paperwork for his release, and returned to being a legalized prosecutor...only to find that the second he arrived in his new office, the Prosecution Department decided to dump multiple stacks of paper twice the height of Blackquill himself for him to inspect, correct, and complete. They all claimed that with him officially being an attorney-at-law again, he should start doing his own paperwork and check over previously completed ones since the department had been doing it for him over the past years while he was in jail. So with a good couple of years worth of endless cases to scan over—and oftentimes to be rewritten—Blackquill actually began to miss his time in jail. If Taka the hawk was Taka the parrot, he would have no problems testifying how the paperwork literally submerged his master once, and how it's making his master look more dead than alive with each passing day.
All Blackquill wants to do is sleep, and his hawkish companion agrees.
{3 hours later, Trucy's Point of View}
*yaaaaawn*
Letting out a big, lazy yawn, Trucy continued her journey down the stairs to quench her midnight—or is it early morning now?—thirst.
*...groan*
Trucy paused mid-step. 'Did I just hear a soft groan?'
Looking around the dark room serving as a 'semi-kitchen' that was connected to the main office(in reality was the front entrance to the office), she shrugged after confirming that it was probably something from upstairs. Opening the mini-fridge, Trucy dug around the many identical bottles of grape juice in search of the lonely milk carton. Pouring herself a generous amount, she then put the milk away and closed the fridge door. Due to the ridiculous amount of grape juice bottles and the small space they are occupying, the bottles made a noisy jingle as the fridge door slammed shut.
Suddenly, shuffling was heard coming from the agency's office. Trucy froze again.
'Okay, I'm pretty sure this time I didn't imagine that.' Gulping silently, Trucy slowly inched towards the office space, glass of milk clutched tightly in her hand.
Gingerly peeking her head around the entryway, Trucy barely suppressed a gasp at seeing outlines of foreign shapes shifting on the darkened office floor emitting soft groans. Wetting her lips nervously, Trucy contemplated whether or not to sneak upstairs to warn everyone, or confront the figures right now.
Looking around some more, Trucy notice that the office door was still locked and nothing seems to be broken into, so thinking the best logically possible answer, Trucy eventually figured that it might be a bunch of cats that sneaked in the agency in search of shelter.
'It has happened before, after all. Daddy probably forgot to close a window again or something.' Nodding to herself, Trucy worked up the courage to tiptoe into the office to the nearest light switch to confirm her theory.
'It'd be bad if I woke everyone up for a few stray cat shadows. They need their sleep after all that partying.' Trucy thought with a silly smile as her hand enclosed on the switch. With a twitch of her fingers the office lit up like a lightning strike, and so did her expression.
In front of her was a group of strangers consisting of an adult and three children. Here. In the agency. At night. Moaning on the floor. Not supposed to be here.
'Oh, and did I mention that there's strangers who SHOULDN'T be in here at this time of the night!?' Poor Trucy narrated mentally as she stood in place feeling shocked to the core.
"D-daddy...?" She spoke up loudly after a moment, finally having found her voice again. This drew the awareness of the dazed people who were all starting to get up from the floor.
"Daddy?!" Backing up slowly, Trucy shouted nervously in hopes of getting attention from the sleeping occupants upstairs. Now bearing the full attention of the entire group of strangers, Trucy's eyes widened even more as full panic settled in the pit of her stomach like a bomb. Accidentally dropping her glass of milk, Trucy finally turned around and dashed up the stairs in a panicked frenzy.
"DAD!"
{Edgeworth's Point of View}
"DAD!"
I jolted awake at that; curse those nightmares to damnation.
I sighed. 'It's been what? Now officially more than 10 years has it? Yet those undesirable nightmares still refuse to leave me be.' I began rubbing my temples in hopes of calming my quickened heart rate. 'Truthfully they are almost nonexistent, but on quiet nights like these they remind me of their horrid presence—wait wasn't that Trucy screaming just now?'
Snapping my eyes open, I forcefully flung myself onto my feet and rushed to the door. Briskly opening the door, I was met with a flushed Trucy frantically banging on the door to her father's room.
"DAD! WAKE UP! DAD!"
"Trucy, what on earth is going on?" I asked feeling concerned and somewhat irritable.
"U-uncle Edgeworth! There's people downstairs!" She exclaimed while waving her arms up and down as she pointed to said direction.
'Intruders?!' I thought in alarm.
"Trucy, calm yourself. Are they armed?" I questioned cautiously.
She gulped before answering. "N-no, I don't think so..."
"Hmm, I see."
'I suppose it's not an assault then. Unless it's a poorly planned robbery.' Tapping my arm, I debated whether or not to immediately investigate and engage the matter downstairs.
"Wha's goin' on?" The door next over from my room opened up to reveal that girl from the recent momentous trial—Ms. Cykes, was it?—and Prosecutor Blackquill; the former rubbing her eyes drowsily and the latter quietly standing by her side with his eyes closed. The door to the final guest room at the end of the hallway opened up, and the loudest person I've ever met stumbled across in his ongoing bandaged state to join us—although he still appears to be half-conscious—in this confusion.
Wright finally emerged from his quarters, scratching the back of his head in that familiarly endearing, yet unique fashion of his that he does in court.
"Hey Truce, 'sup?" He asked, speech slightly slurred from most likely having just woken up.
"Daddy! There's strangers in the office!" That got everyone to flinch awake.
"Wh-what?" Stuttered the currently messy haired attorney who usually has two locks of hair spiked up. I believe he was the witness on that certain trial who caused the most horrified expression I've ever seen since the Matt Engarde case to form on Wright's face. "Didn't all the guests leave?"
"Yeah, but I don't remember inviting them—I don't think I even met them before!"
"Are they still downstairs?" Prosecutor Blackquill grunted, returning from within his and Miss Cykes' shared room with that inquiring sword of his. If I didn't know better, I'd guessed he was a Steel Samurai fan as well.
"I-I think so." Trucy answered with her hands held close to her chest, clearly indicating that she is quite startled.
"Then let's not keep them waiting." Taking charge, Wright stalked confidently down the stairs with every intent of protecting us all if danger is probable. It's curious how mature of a man he has grown into from that sniffling child I defended back then.
'Now is not the appropriate time to be reminiscing about the past, Miles!' I frowned as I mentally scolded myself. Using a generous amount of my willpower to push away the unnecessary feelings that sprouted up in my chest, I hurried after Wright with the others in pursuit.
When we reached to the bottom of the narrow steps, Wright stopped abruptly and gasped; thus causing me to nearly collide with his clothed back. I let out a interesting little sound in irked protest before squeezing past Wright's shoulders to get a better view of the situation.
I nearly believed that I was still in bed dreaming a nightmare.
{Phoenix's Point of View}
'This is impossible...no way...it couldn't be!'
Beside me I could hear Edgeworth let out what was best described as a mixture of a squeak and a whimper. Honestly, I don't blame the guy for being shocked. I would have been utterly paralyzed myself if my DECEASED FATHER POPPED UP ALIVE AT 3:40 IN THE MORNING!
'How the hell is this even possible?!' I thought incredulously. 'Isn't Edgeworth's father supposed to be dead like, a long LONG time ago?!'
Lo and behold; the real Mr. Edgeworth, in all his brown-trench-coat-and-grey-fedora glory, stood by my ridiculously shunned office desk looking as stunned as we were. Upon further observation, Mr. Edgeworth seems to be staring at Edgeworth in particular—
'Shoot! Edgeworth!' I turned towards the petrified chief prosecutor. 'Aw, the poor guy must be having a heart attack by now!'
A few more moments of uncomfortable silence later, I decided to finally take the initiative and find out just what in the world is going on.
'Okay, sound strong Phoenix.'
"Ahem," I cleared my partly dried throat, "who are you, what are you doing here, and how did you get in?"
The Mr. Edgeworth look-a-like snapped out of his trance by blinking once, twice, before focusing his hard, yet kind gaze on me.
"Ah, yes. I do apologize for this unexpected intrusion, sir. My name is Gregory Edgeworth(at this, I began sweating), and to be honest, I don't have the slightest idea how I've gotten into your office this late at night." He paused as if in thought, before continuing. "Although, I do remember going to retrieve my son from school, but the rest to how I got here is an unfortunate blur."
Edgeworth did a sharp intake beside me, seemingly forgotten how to breath at the moment.
'If he keeps that up, then he's gonna faint soon.' I thought before something struck me as weird. 'Wait, didn't Trucy say there was 'people', as in, plural form of person?' Narrowing my eyes suspiciously, I spoke my mind.
"My daughter informed me there were more people in this room. Where are they?"
"Ah yes, they're over here. Come out and introduce yourselves, boys." The possible Mr. Edgeworth clone angled his body a bit and gestured with his hand to someone. A reluctant mop of scarily familiar brownish-grey hair poked itself out from behind my lonely desk followed by a pair of equally familiar set of intelligent grey eyes twinkling in childish wonder.
'If I was drinking grape juice right now, it would probably be spewed out of my mouth because this is just unbelievable.' I thought slightly hunched over, eyes wide, and perspiring a little as a miniature version of Edgeworth—Miles Edgeworth—appeared from behind my desk looking uncertain and—dare I say it—genuinely scared. Everyone behind me gasped; the Edgeworth beside me looked ready to pass out.
Almost immediately, a head of black, spiked hair(I am now officially a little scared myself) poked out right after the smaller version of Edgeworth came up beside Mr. Edgeworth. More gasps followed—especially a loud one from me—as what was best described as a child replica of me trailed behind mini-Edgeworth and hid behind him while the smaller Miles Edgeworth look-a-like latched onto Mr. Edgeworth look-a-like's coat sleeve.
Then as I somehow expected would happen, another small problem came in the form of one tiny Larry Butz who quickly dashed to Mr. Edgeworth's pant leg and peeked out at us warily, but honestly, the only one that I'm really focused on is the miniature version of me; the nervous little Phoenix Wright that is hiding from the world behind his best friend's back.
A long, awkward silence settled upon the room with us and the paradoxes/possible clones(?) staring at each other. For a moment there, I wanted to look up at the universe and ask 'why me?'.
'Ah geez! First saving Edgeworth from himself, then finding out that he wasn't dead, then knowing the truth about Iris, then Labyrinthia, then disbarment, then all that crazy drama from the Phantom trial, and now this?! I just can't seem to catch a break, can I?'
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Evidence: Phoenix's Stuff
Attorney Badge
:It's my attorney badge that proves my profession as a defence lawyer. It feels dang good to be back enforcing the law!
Magatama
:A jade stone received from Pearl Fey all those years ago. I'm surprised I didn't lose it yet. It can reveal a person's secrets.
Profile: Phoenix's Log
Phoenix Wright
:Well, that's me! I'm a dashing looking man if I don't say so myself. I hate to admit it, but I'm getting old. The last time I did a profile self-check I was still 24, but now I'm 35. *cries*
Miles Edgeworth
:My longtime rival and 'best friend'. He's a stingy one to be honest, but when you're in a pinch, he's the best one to have on your side. The local residing chief prosecutor; his new glasses adds to his professionalism. He's also 35, like me.
Apollo Justice
:My first employee(excluding Maya); previously worked for the Gavin Law Offices. He gave me an interesting first impression and a hell of a punch to the face. He's a pretty decent person though, and I've come to like him. Recently have been through some tragic times, and I'm genuinely worried for him.
Athena Cykes
:A new addition to the office. She's upbeat and motivated, like a certain spirit medium I know. Majored in psychology, and knows multiple languages. She was one of the crucial points involved in the last trial, but I'm sure she's faring much better than Apollo.
Simon Blackquill
:I honestly don't know much about him, but I do know that he carries a sword, owns a pet hawk, and can break any shackles placed on him. As scary as that sounds, luckily I've somehow managed to earn his respect. He's very fond of Athena.
Trucy Wright
:This is my beloved daughter, Trucy. She's a great magician who used to work at the Wonder Bar awhile ago, but now I'm making her focus more on school. Needless to say, her grades are 'magical'. She's fun, energetic, smart, polite, sociable, kind, and everything a father could wish for.
Gregory Edgeworth(?)
:Is it really...? Just who is this man standing in the middle of my office? Why does the children with him give me such a strange feeling?