DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the installments of the Ace Attorney series or any of the characters.

A/N: Greetings! My name is Malley and I shall be your writer today :) There are so many amazing moments in this series that happen off-screen that I would have loved to have seen, so I figured that I would write them myself! This story will be full of one-shots from throughout all the games (each chapter will be labeled with its corresponding case tag and the quote it came from) of some of the funny/interesting/awesome bits of dialogue or thoughts that we only got to read about and not actually see happen in game. If you have a favorite part that you would like to see written out, feel free to review or PM me with suggestions!


ACE ATTORNEY SCRAPBOOK

Chapter 1: The Fury of Edgeworth


Case Tag: 1-3 (Turnabout Samurai)
Quote: "Edgeworth is out of control! He was in the waiting room
and he crushed this paper cup with hot, hot coffee in it."


October 19, 2016, 2:50pm
District Court
Prosecutor's Lobby No. 1

Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth sat silently at the table in the prosecutor's lobby at the district courthouse. By all appearances, he was calm and collected. His expression was professional, not betraying a single flicker of emotion. However, internally was another story. Detective Dick Gumshoe shifted uncomfortably in the spot where he stood in front of the table where the prosecutor sat, the wooden floor beneath his scuffed up boots squeaking slightly from his movements.

It was any moment now that the prosecutor would blow. Having worked with Edgeworth for quite some time now, and considering the man a friend of his, Gumshoe prided himself on having a decent understanding of the man in the cranberry suit with the white cravat. After his recent defeat at the hands of his rival, Phoenix Wright, Edgeworth had been extra thorough in his investigations with the police and had been extra ruthless in court (those poor defense attorneys didn't stand a chance...). This turn of events in the case he was working on at present was most definitely having an adverse effect on the prosecutor.

"You know, Mr. Edgeworth," Gumshoe started to say.

Sometimes having a heart bigger than his brain could be an advantage. Other times, not so much. Trying to console a furious Edgeworth? Probably the latter. However, that never stopped Gumshoe.

"Missing the fingerprints on the bottle of sleeping pills isn't that big of a deal," Gumshoe continued. "I miss evidence all the time!"

Edgeworth's grey eyes shifted from staring into the bitter brown abyss of the coffee in the styrofoam cup in his hands which Gumshoe had fetched him earlier to the man in the dingy trench coat.

He said nothing at first.

"Missing the fingerprints was not the problem," Edgeworth said quietly.

A fury-o-meter was practically visible behind the grey-haired man's head, with the meter rapidly flying toward 100% fury. Gumshoe wouldn't have been surprised if Edgeworth shot steam from his ears like a cartoon character would have done. He discreetly took a step backward. The prosecutor was about to burst and, when that happened, it was best to not be in the immediate vicinity.

As Gumshoe predicted, Edgeworth's fury bubbled over and he could no longer hide it. Hands around the styrofoam cup, the prosecutor suddenly crushed the flimsy cup in his hands. The hot coffee ran over his hands, instantly causing his skin to adopt a red hue from the burning liquid. Gumshoe winced. Talk about burns, pal.

"The victim stealing the Steel Samurai costume destroys my whole case!" Edgeworth continued, seemingly oblivious to the burns forming on his hands from the coffee. "That Wright is going to make a mockery of the law and the court and me with this tremendous blunder! How am I supposed to defeat him when this is what I have to work with-"

"Uh, Mr. Edgeworth, Sir?" Gumshoe cleared his throat, interrupting Edgeworth's tirade. "Do you, um, want a bandage or something?"

Edgeworth's mask of anger was instantly replaced by one of confusion. What in the world did he need a bandage for? Looking down at his hand, Edgeworth quickly understood.

"Why would you let me do that?!" he immediately questioned, waving his crispy fingers around, fanning them in the hopes of having the cool air quell the pain.

Gumshoe blinked.

"Well, it was either the coffee or my salary, so..." he murmured with a small shrug.

"Bandage. Now."

"Yes, Sir!"


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