Hi people! So this is my first, real fanfic. I've done other collabs with my awesome friend, SixelaNinja. Anyway, I hope you like the story!
The doctor called for Oldbag, her slightly insane patient. The doctor pondered over the thought quietly and flipped through her notebook. Things always had to be disastrous when it came to Wendy Oldbag. She sighed loudly and rubbed her temples, massaging her soon-to-come headache.
When Wendy Oldbag was called into the doctor's office, she knew it was bad. She had always thought that it was completely normal for someone to stalk their true love, but
her doctor interpreted it differently.
True love meant that you would stalk your true love until they admitted that they loved you, but her doctor took it as strange and abnormal and spewed out baloney to her. She would blab on and on about how love was when both people cared deeply for each other and would do anything for them. To Oldbag, that was plain dumb talk.
"It will show you that true love does not mean to stalk someone," her doctor would tell her over and over again, "and after realizing that your depiction of true love is wrong, you will forget about this... She trailed off, unsure of what her true love's name was.
"Edgey-poo or Edgey-boy"
Oldbag smiled, a dreamy look plastered onto her face and a blush tinting her wrinkly cheeks.
"Wendy Edgeworth, Miles Oldbag, Mrs. Wendy Edgey-boy..." Wendy muttered under her breath.
That earned her one of those, you are completely mad looks that Oldbag learned to get used to. The doctor sighed loudly, "Looks like the headache just kicked in..." She mumbled slowly, a frown appearing on her face. "Ok...? Edgey-poo..." The doctor said slowly, while Oldbag sighed happily, lost in her own Edgeworth dreamland.
It was basically a one week journal, meant to vent out all of Oldbag's feelings and thoughts about Edgeworth, but to the truly stubborn Wendy Oldbag, it was a way to make up plans to gain Edgeworth's heart. Her doctor didn't need to know that though...
Why would I, Queen Wendy, need a journal?
At first, Oldbag thought that it was the dumbest idea, then realized it was a way to win Edgeworth from that whipper-snapper, Franz...,whatever her name was, von Karfish. Oldbag cackled loudly then flipped through the pages again, starting to make up a plan.
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