Hey guys, so I deleted my old stuff because it was awful, hope this is less awful. This story is based off that one reddit post I made.

I do not own Ace Attorney. All characters and locations are owned by Capcom. I only own my OC's.

I don't know how many trials I've been through, but I always have the same sense of nervousness, of fear, of knowing that a person's life is in my hand.I don't show it, I just keep my cool and grin like a jackal in court, but I'm not that dense. I really should start doing civil court instead. Court has very few constants, aside from the defense, prosecution, and judge. You never know what arguments the prosecution will throw at you. As for today, let's check the facts:

1: Rob got sick, couldn't take the case.

2: Mr. Grossberg was too busy complaining about his hemorrhoids to take this case.

3: I'm going up against the Rookie Killer himself. While I'm not a rookie, he'll be a tough case to crack.

4: The courtroom coffee maker is broken, so I have to go home to get my seventeen cups.

5: When I asked my client (Trite, I think it was.) he just coughed a lot and said it wasn't can't

With a slam of his honor's gavel, the trial began.

"Court is in session for the trial of Phoenix Wright." announced the Judge

"The prosecution is ready, your honor." said Winston Payne, as cocky as ever

"..."

"Where's the defense?" The judge's brow furrowed.

"He must have ran once he saw he was up against me."

"Well, if there is no defense attorney I'll just have to declare the defendant, Mr. Phoenix Wright…."

HOLD IT!

With a slam of my coffee mug, I make my entrance.

"Never assume, what you don't know. That's one of my rules. The defense is ready, your honor."

"Mr. Armando? I was informed that Robert Hammond would be taking this case."

"He is currently down with a fever, I will take his place for the time being."

"If we are done with formalities, Prosecutor Payne, your opening statement if you will."

"The victim was a college student named Doug Swallow…."

April 9, 2018. 3:13 PM.

Prison.

I open my eyes to see a cold and eerie place, with cell bars in front of me. I look around and realize I'm in prison. Was this a prank by something? Maya, Trucy, Athena? This isn't funny.

"Wright, wake up."

A prison guard is right in front of me, glaring

"And you are…"

"5 years in here made you forget me? I'm hurt, Wright. Angus G. Warter's the name. I'm a prison guard, or did you forget that too. I just stared, trying to process the situation,

(Jail? How did I get here?)

"Don't just daydream, Wright. Your retrial is today." snapped the guard

"Retrial for what? I didn't do anything."

"That's what they all say." I was about to respond when I saw two figures that didn't exactly help the situation all too well

"Mr. Warter, We'll take it from here."

"Gavin?"

And of course. Kristoph Gavin. What else could make this worse?

"Long time no see, Mr. Wright, sorry for what happened at the last trial."

(Warter mentioned 5 years, and now this last trial business? Questions for later)

"I think I hit my head, remind me, what happened at the last trial?" I needed to get to the bottom of this and process the situation.

Klavier decided to speak up at this point. "Trottel! How could you forget that trial? Herr Armando fainted in the middle of declaring the true murderer, so Bruder tried to get you acquitted, but he didn't have the evidence. Herr Payne looked like his hair was gonna fall off if he lost there."

Kristoph cleared his throat. "Thank you Klavier. I'd like you to tell us what you remember about the night of the murder."

It's worth a shot, I might as well try. "You wouldn't be talking about the murder of Doug Swallow, would you?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

So I told them every single detail I remembered about the case.

"The poison was in the Coldkiller X. It seemed so unimportant at the time. Wright? "

"Yes?"

"You're gonna be out of here in three hours, tops."

Surprisingly, he was right. Prosecutor Blackquill's first trial was far from easy, and he really didn't have an edge over Gavin. This went pretty cleanly.

Or, I wish. While he managed to prove that I was not the murderer, Dahlia had apparently died 3 years ago, and couldn't be questioned, leaving me even more confused.

But now there's the problem of me being in this weird new world, where I was defended by Godot instead of Mia, Dahlia got away scott free, and I was arrested. What about Maya, Larry, Mia, Edgeworth, Pearls? I knew I'd have to do something about this, so, my first actions as a free man were to…. visit Kurain Village.

COURT RECORD:

Angus G. Warter: Age 54, Male. A prison guard, seems not to like me that much.

Kristoph Gavin: Age: 23, Male. A defense attorney, hated me in another life. Here, he's given me a chance at freedom for some reason.
Klavier Gavin: Age 16, Male. A rock star and budding prosecutor. Kristoph's younger brother.

Simon Blackquill: Age 20

Dahlia Hawthorne: Age Deceased. My ex-girlfriend. Apparently she died 3 years ago?

Magatama: A gift given to me by Pearls. This is the only thing I kept with me apparently.

I could have done the retrial, but it's a plot setup at most. Blackquill might not appear again for a while, he was just the only fitting prosecutor aside from Gaspen.