Justice beyond death
AN: Okay, I know what you're thinking: 'What am I supposed to expect', but hear me out. Bobby Fulbright + Rat + Kurain Channelling Technique = STORY!
Set in AJ and might go into DD, depends on how I feel about that (did anyone get that...?) Now stop listening to me and enjoy the fic!
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Bobby POV
All is dark around me. I hear scuttling and quick breaths, but other than that, it's silent.
(Where am I?) I don't think I'm in the spirit realm anymore, everything is just too... living.
My host stops running through this fog of blindness and rolls on its back to gulp in more precious air. After a few minutes, my host doesn't move at all.
(Come on, you silly thing!) I mentally scream to it, though of course, it cannot hear me.
Because I'm dead. I'm the spirit of a certain, bumbling detective. I spent most of my time dead by watching the one who killed me and stole my identity. A ghost haunting a ghost.
(More like a Phantom) I correct. I was murdered by an unspeakable evil, a demon without a soul, in cold blood.
I instinctively reach to my side and expect to feel the expensive leather of my holster, but instead, I feel a warm, furry body.
(What...?!) My eyes suddenly have the ability to pierce the darkness. I am momentarily disorientated, but who wouldn't be? After finding out they have turned into a rat. A dead person into a rat, almost like bad karma, how lovely.
I've heard about spirit mediums and channelling, but they've all been humans. Who has ever remotely thought of a rat with ESP?!
"Hello? Can anybody hear me?!" I call out desperately, my voice squeaky and high pitch.
A much less friendlier tone replies. The deafening growl of the monster which my host was clearly running from. Well, the break was fun while it lasted.
I sprint as fast as my tiny legs would take me in a straight direction, mistake one on my part.
The creature's thundering steps come to a brief holt as it takes a leap over me and lands right before me.
(Great, now I'm screwed) I ready myself for any damage that awaited me.
"Shoo! Shoo! You vile mutt!" a raspy voice comes equip with a wooden broom, which is used to whack the predator chasing me.
"Thank you!" I thank graciously, causing mistake number two.
The old woman with the wooden broom looks down on me and wrinkles her noise in disgust.
"Uggghhh! A filthily sewer rat! Go back to your murky nest!" the woman bellows a ear-drum bursting screech at swing her weapon at me.
"Eek! No, wait!" I squeak out in panic "I'm Detective Bobby Fulbright of the LA Police Department! You can't assault a officer- yowch!".
One accurate hit sends stunned me flying through the air and landing onto the busy main road that travels right through Los Angeles.
"D-Dangit!" I curse as I attempt to duck and weave from the crushing tires of cars. The headlights dazzle me as I try to make a clear escape, causing my tail to nearly be run over.
I somehow manage to flee the massive vehicles and collapse exhausted on the sidewalk. Now here's where I realise I make the third mistake, my resting point was being revealed by the streetlamp illuminating the pavement.
"Daddy! Daddy! Look! It's a cute widdle mouse taking a nap! Awww!" an annoyingly high pitch voice chirped.
The owner of the voice rushes over to me and bends down. I can clearly make out her features, a blue silk top hat which matches her equally blue cape. A tight, black dress adorned with gold diamonds and big, brilliant blue eyes which stare at me with interest.
"Get away from it, Truce, it could bite you and give you rabies or something" another voice half heartedly answers.
As he steps into the light, my heart skips a beat. Somehow I know this man, without even meeting him. I'm pretty sure I've never seen a guy wearing a cheap gray hoodie with an obviously hand stitched aqua beanie with pink letters knitted into it to spell out 'Papa'. Oh well, the fact I know this stranger could help me find out why I'm in a rat's body.
"But Daddy! He looks so tired!" the girl begs. I can see that there's no way getting around the puppy dog eyes she's pulling.
"..." the man rubs his stubble in thought.
"I'll take good care of him!" the girl adds. To sweeten the bargain, I begin nuzzling my head in her hand.
"...Alright, fine. But I'm not to blame if it attacks anyone".
"Yay! Thanks Daddy!" the girl scoops me up and gives her father a peck on the cheek.
"Hmm... What should I name you...?" the girl ponders.
(Bobby! Call me Bobby!)
"I'm gonna name you...".
(BOBBY!)
"Magic!" she exclaims in triumph.
(Lost identity... AGAIN) I huff and curl myself into a shivering ball in her hands.
The father leans in and examines me closely, it's rather uncomfortable, actually. But I'm a rat now, so I put on an adorable face and look up at him with pleading eyes.
"Pretty unusual colour" he comments "I've never seen a rat with golden fur".
(My fur is HONEY coloured, thank you very much!)
"Err... Was that a compliment?" I ask awkwardly, but then I remember, I'm a RAT.
"Awww! Magic is introducing himself!" the girl gushes "We should do so too!".
(Best translator in the world, right here everyone...)
"Hiya, Magic! I'm Trucy, a magician! Ka-Zam!".
The girl turns to her father.
"Okay, your turn, Daddy!".
"Uh, right" he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly "I'm Phoenix Wright... a defense- errm, a pianist at the Borscht Bowl Club...".
(Wait... Hold up... THE Phoenix Wright?!) I squeak in surprise.
"Uhh, Truce, let's continue this conversation back at the agency" an embarrassed-looking Papa Phoenix suggests before beginning to walk down the street with his daughter, and me in her hand.
AN: If you already haven't noticed, I'm terrible at ending a chapter so just please leave your opinions on how to end a story easily in the reviews (Hey! Everybody needs help sometime in their lives!) But besides all that... THANK YOU FOR READING MY EXPERIMENTAL CREATION!