Disclaimer: Do not own Phoenix Wright games that is why you see me here writing this instead of it happening in the game itself. Oh well, I wasn't born with their brains unfortunately.
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Chapter 1: Imperfection
It was a bright Monday morning, sunlight streamed into the room revealing the room in all it's splendour. In the middle of the room was a neo styled king sized bed. It was covered with violet silky sheets, soft to the touch and very expensive. The pillows were made of duck feathers and the pillow covers were violet in colour. Beside both sides of the bed lay bedside tables made out of oak wood, on top of the left side of the bed sat an alarm clock that was neatly placed near the edge of the bedside table and closer to bed. Books and case files lay neatly in a stack on the very same table. Just as the alarm struck, a hand was quick to seal it into silence. Sitting up was a very beautiful woman dressed in her silk pyjamas. She had the lovelies light blue coloured hair that would shine under the moonlight and shimmer in the sunlight. The woman peeled her eyes open as she stretched before she opened the drawer of her left bedside table to reveal her all-time favourite weapon. Whip. Her small dainty fingers curled around it like a snake on it's prey and prepared to slip out of bed when the covers shifted a little, revealing something she had never seen in her bed. Something that did not belong in this room and even to be next to her at the very point in time! She pulled the sheets away to gaze upon... the one thing she could never have guessed to be here. Her eyes wearily traced the line of this unknown thing, sensing danger in every pore in her body she leaped out of bed and ran for the bathroom as fast as her slim dainty legs could ever hope to carry her. Once in the bathroom she inspected herself hoping to see nothing and maybe that she was dreaming. It can't be real. The thing she saw just now can't be real, she was pretty sure it was warm and despite how she would describe horror, it was rather cute. Hanging around with foolish people all day has made me foolish she cursed inward. Her gaze fell upon her own reflection in the mirror, first there was the incident in the bed, now... here was this thing on her own body! There was only one thing to do...
"IT CAN'T BE TRUE!"
Franziska von Karma had something happen to her besides Phoenix Wright that was lacking perfection! And she would have no choice but to do something about this! A quick flash she chooses her outfit cursing herself for this imperfection and ran out the door. This was a real horrible day indeed for the famous prosecutor.