All the best stories start with "once upon a time." Except this one. Because this doesn't start with once upon a time. It starts with "All the best stories start with 'once upon a time.'" But enough meta. HAVE AT YOU
Picture if you will a young, sprightly sheep herder named Chrom. Can you guess who this young, sprightly sheep herder is? That's right, it's Chrom. My brother. But I am dead so
Anyway he was traveling with these peeps that he also recruited for some reason. Apples do not fall up. They are only giant cherries.
"Object Shown. She did not die." A voice echoed in the distance, and it turned out to be a tiny little wimp named Miles Edgeworth. WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE, YANNO?
But he was right. For once. Cuz that never happens. He's usually left.
Anyway. I'm not dead. In case you didn't notice already. I just kind of,,,,,,,,,,,lost all my memory. So how am I telling this best story that doesn't start with "once upon a time?" I have no fucking clue.
Is this even a fanfiction anymore? It seems like an autobiography, doesn't it? Well, you're absolutely wrong. It's still a fanfiction. And it involves my brother. Crab. Listen to his story. This may be your last chance.
THIS IS ME ADVERTISING HIS FANFICTION ABOUT MARIBELLE AND LON'QU BTW.
Anyhoo, I'm going to stop beating around the bush and get down to business. To fight. For my friends.
PLOT TWIST I AM IKE
"B ut no your'e not ! " asked Marth, who is indeed also still alive at this point, albeit very old. But he still retained his baby face. "You are someone else? Your hair is a s gold as the EntIRE CALIFORNIA GOLD RUSH?"
"Right," I said to him, "but you'll get no sympathy from me."
"I'm really feeling it," said Shulk in the corner somewhere. I really didn't want to know what it was he was really feeling.
Can you see why I won the Newbery now? Can you see it, Carlllllllllllllllly?
Just kidding, no you can't, Carly. You're blind. And you're drowning.
"No, Carly is not drowning, it is only Ben," said the Happy Mask Salesman.
But I didn't care.
THE END.