Before I start I would like to say that this is my first attempt at fanfiction and would appreciate some constructive criticism.

Nico I wanted to make this as a thank you for everything you've done for me, I was in a dark part of my life when I found your Let's Cry of The Cat Lady and it helped get me out of that dark place. I can't begin to thank you enough for what your videos did for me, and I'm proud to be a Picky Penguin.

Now let's begin, NicoB: Ace Attorney!

I don't own any of the characters in this fic and I never will.

"Speech"

"Thought"

"Notification"

"Objection!"

Episode 1: The Classy Turnabout

Unknown POV

11:23 P.M. Sep 20 2016

Cradle University dorm building 17

I've got him, that was all I could think as I watched his frail form fall to the ground. I cracked a smile as I approached, laughing to myself.

"You're fast, you know that, such a shame it wasn't fast enough."

"Why are you doing this, I d-didn't do n-nuthin."

"Don't lie, you know exactly what you did, and why I can't let anything about that get out, ever. It would ruin me, and you know to much."

I raised my axe, prepared to strike.

"No... p-please don't!"

I laughed again.

"Don't worry, I'll make it clean"

I swung.

"After all I can't get blood in my new coat."

Nico's POV

Unknown time

Unknown location

I woke up with a splitting headache, since I didn't drink last night that probably should have been the first red flag. However I was half asleep and didn't notice something was wrong until I saw the room I was in.

"What the fruity fuck."

In other words, not my own.

After the shock wore off I found myself confused, scared and a little hungry, so I got up and took a look around. I was in what looked like a college dorm with two beds and two desks. One half of the room was filled with recording equipment and law books, the other with baseball memorabilia, a guitar and books on music theory. For some reason the room seemed, familiar.

I was about to see if I could find anything to tell me where I am when I heard a knock on the door. I thought the person knocking could tell me what was happening and opened it. The man on the other side was tall with broad shoulders, his black hair was a mess and his green coat looked like it had been through a war.

No. Fucking. Way.

"Hey pal. You're under arrest!"