Turnabouts from Beyond the Courtroom

by CzarThwomp

What do you get when a fanfic writer's main platform for writing one-offs is shut down? This project. So brace yourself for a series of one-off stories taking place throughout the series with a plethora of plots that will perhaps make you question my sanity. Rated T to be on the safe side.

8. A Halloween Done Wright

A/N: Happy early Thanksgiving! To celebrate, here's a story that I had originally intended to have done by Halloween, but couldn't due to life getting more hectic for me than it usually is. Anyways, here's the behind the scenes information for this story.

The original version of this one-off was actually my very first Ace Attorney Halloween fanfic which was done in the event that people weren't too fond of the darker themes in the story that I wrote the next day and the one that I had actually planned to write. As such, since the original fanfic was entirely unplanned and was done in real-time, it came off as rather rushed and bare bone. For example, in the original version of the story, there were a good number of stops on the group's list, but they pretty lacking when it came to any real interaction- mainly boiling down to the characters going to the door, a single joke happening, the group getting candy, and then moving onto the next house. Heck, for the first two stops (which were Grossberg and Godot) were just them handing out Lemon Heads and bags of coffee, respectively.

Not to mention, when I wrote the original version of this story, I had a very limited understanding of the series timeline. As such, even though the original version of this fanfic took place on October 31, 2019 (in which the group consisted of Phoenix, Maya, Trucy, Pearl, and, at a later point, Edgeworth), one of the stops consisted of the group having a run-in with Blaise Debeste (even though he would have been arrested at this point in the series) and things going as well as you'd expect.

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A Halloween Done Wright

(Time: October 31, 2027

Universe Variation: Maya left for Khura'in right after the events of Apollo Justice)

It was Halloween night, the only time of year where most people wanted to be scared, where both the young in body and young at heart dressed up as whatever or whoever they wanted, and where getting lots and lots of candy was the name of the game. Though while most people who wanted to be part of the fun were already out and about, Trucy, who was dressed in a black robe with a Gryffindor crest, a white dress shirt, and a red tie with tan stripes, was impatiently pacing back and forth, her gaze constantly darting between the door and a nearby clock.

"C'mon! C'mon! Where are they?!" Trucy irritably whined as she pulled out her cellphone and hastily typed out a text message. "I told Athena and Apollo to be here tonight at six o'clock sharp, and here it is 7:30 and they're nowhere to be found! Are they trying to ruin my life!?"

"Calm down, Trucy." Phoenix, who was wearing a grey robe, a long, grey wig, and a matching grey beard, nonchalantly stated from his seat on one of the Anything Agency's couches as he read over a case file. "Athena probably just ran into traffic at some point while picking him up from his apartment. This is L.A. after all.

"Calm down? Calm down!? How can you say that, Daddy?!" Trucy huffed, her hands placed firmly on her hips as she glared daggers at her father. "Everyone knows that the later you go out trick-or-treating, the worse treats you get! So by the time Polly and Athena get here, the only things left will be mints and fruit and pamphlets on dental hygiene!"

"In that case, why don't we head out now, hit a few houses in the neighborhood as a warmup, and then come back once Athena and Apollo get here?"

"Because if we do, then I'll be missing out on a ton of candy! If it's just you and me, I'll be the only one getting candy, but if Athena and Polly are with us, then we'll be able to triple our stash. Sure, I'll have to give Athena a cut since she'll actually put up a fight to keep her treats, but that 30% loss will be worth it when I have enough candy to last me until tomorrow afternoon!" Trucy chirped. "Too bad Maya's not in the country, otherwise, Pearly wouldn't be stuck dealing with all those stupid tourists who flood Kurain at this time of year and could come trick-or-treating with us, and in turn giving me at least 40% of another bag of candy!"

"I know it's not ideal for you Trucy, but like it or not, Halloween's when Kurain makes over half their revenue for the year." And with Maya and her bottomless four stomachs now running things over there, they need every cent they can get. "But don't worry. Apollo and Athena should be here any-"

At that moment, Phoenix was cut off by the sounds of footsteps and the unmistakable bickering of his protégés from the outside hallway.

"Speak of the devil…" The veteran defense attorney chuckled to himself as he opened to door to find Athena, who was wearing a tee shirt that was red at the neck area and white everywhere else with the phrase 'Daddy's Little Monster' written on it, a windbreaker that was red on the right side and blue on the left, a tight pair of short-shorts that followed the same color scheme, a pair of white boots that went up to her shins, and a blonde wig that was styled into two long pigtails, with the left one dyed blue and the right one dyed pink, shooting a death glare down the hall as she continued yelling, completely unaware of her boss' presence.

"C'mon Apollo, I know you hate that costume! I had to hear you whine about it the entire car ride over here! But that doesn't change the fact that Trucy wants you to wear it and that we're late! So either you get your derriere up those stairs and over here before we both face her wrath or I'm hoisting you over my shoulder and carrying you here myself! And don't think I won't do it twice in one night, because I will!" Athena snapped with clenched fists.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Just give me a minute to wish farewell to what little dignity I have left that I'll be losing by the end of the night." Apollo groaned.

"Trouble in paradise?" Phoenix wryly responded.

"Boss!" Athena gasped as she turned to face her superior. "How long were you standing there?"

"Long enough to hear you acting more like Apollo's mom than his coworker." Phoenix chuckled. "So I take it he wasn't all that eager to have some Halloween fun and go trick-or-treating with us?"

"You don't know the half of it, Mr. Wright." Athena sighed in exasperation. "After busting my butt to get to Apollo's place on time despite there being traffic and/or roadwork at every turn, he had the nerve to not be in-costume and lock himself in his apartment! So after persuading him to let me in, I had to practically stuff him in that thing and then drag him back to my car kicking and screaming!"

"So embarrassing!" Widget bleeped, his monitor becoming red with anger.

"Objection! You think that's embarrassing? Try having your coworker kick down your front door and carry you out to her car, but not before forcing you into THIS!" Apollo angrily retorted as he stormed over to the office door wearing a yellow hand-stitched bunny costume, complete with fuzzy smiling bunny slippers sown into the feet, prompting Phoenix to snicker.

"Go on, laugh!" Apollo exclaimed. "Laugh just like my neighbors did as they watched me get carried away by some crazy girl, completely indifferent about whether or not I was being taken to my death, which frankly is starting to look more and more likely with each passing second since I'll probably die from embarrassment! Seriously, Mr. Wright, why does Athena get to pick out her own costume while Trucy's forcing me to dress like some reject Animal Crossing character?" Apollo complained, lightly tugging at the snug-fitting bunny costume in a vain attempt to make himself feel a bit more comfortable.

"And just what's so wrong with your costume, Polly?" Trucy angrily asked with a hurt tone in her voice and her hands on her hips as she walked over to the door. "That I took the time to sew it myself, putting my heart and soul into every stitch? Or that I was worried that you were feeling a bit left out since Athena's the new attorney and decided to include you in Daddy and my tradition of wearing costumes from a particular theme, with this year's being Harry Potter?"

"Great, now I feel bad…" Apollo sighed, his glare being replaced with a disheartened look. "But why a bunny costume? I don't remember any characters like that in the books"

"Well, Polly, I was originally going to have you dress as one of the characters, but I couldn't think of any that suited you, so since Harry Potter's all about magic, what better costume than one of the most magical animals out there?" Trucy chirped, tipping her hat forward out of pride.

"I don't know, something cool like a phoenix or a dragon or anything else that could let me maintain some dignity?" Apollo wryly retorted.

"Silly Polly!" Trucy giggled. "You're not intimidating enough to be one of those creatures!"

"Ok, now that we're all here, how are we gonna get a boatload of candy?" Athena asked with a determined grin as she pounded her fist into her palm.

"Good question, Athena. I've got a plan that's as great as it is simple." Trucy chirped as she took out her magic panties, reached into them, and pulled out an address book. "We go to several of the houses in Daddy's address book. After all, friends are more than happy to give candy to other friends. Any other questions?"

"Yeah, Trucy. How did you get ahold of that book? I keep it locked in a drawer for privacy reasons and always keep the key on my person." Phoenix asked with a confused look on his face.

"A magician never reveals her secrets, Daddy." Trucy said with a mischievous grin, only for it morph into a look of irritation upon seeing the others stare at her with a look of concern. "What's with the looks? As CEO of this agency, I have the right to go through all of your stuff and take what I need in order to make us better as a whole. Speaking of which…" The young magician pulled a book out of her magic panties titled Chateau Noel, which she handed to Athena. "Here's the romantic-comedy novel I borrowed from you last week, Athena."

"Oh, thanks…" Athena awkwardly replied, her cheeks reddening as she recalled the big stink that she made over the book going missing. "Sorry about not believing you when you said you didn't take it, Apollo. I hope you can forgive me for stealing your magna." The red-haired attorney stated with a dejected look as she grabbed her left arm.

"I forgive you." Apollo sighed, knowing that despite still being a bit sore over the whole thing, he was the kind of guy who didn't like to hold grudges. "But that doesn't change the fact that you stole my copy of the new Gantzekoi, which I had been waiting to read for a year, and then proceeded to send me spoiler heavy texts on a daily basis."

"Don't worry, Polly! I know exactly what'll cheer you up: that candy bar that I borrowed from you- oh right…" Trucy mumbled as she took a candy wrapper out of her magic panties. "Sorry, Polly!" The young magician jovially stated, playfully sticking her tongue out as she handed her disgruntled horn-haired subordinate the wrapper.

"This is my life. This is my life summed up in a single moment." Apollo remarked with a disheartened look.

"Cheer up, Polly! We'll get lots of candy tonight, you'll see!" Trucy excitedly exclaimed, closing and locking the door to the Anything Agency behind her and Phoenix as she led the group out of the building.

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"Oh yes, Trucy. We're going to be up to our necks in candy because God knows that if anyone knows his way around sweets, it's the guy who managed to weaponize salt." Apollo sarcastically grumbled as he and the group arrived at Eldoon's house, which was covered from top to bottom with fake spider webs, paper ghosts, and plastic spiders. Even the noodle cart was decked out for the holiday, with a plastic skeletal horse attached to the front in order to make it resemble a haunted carriage and a familiar-looking golden skeleton sitting inside manning the counter.

"Don't be so negative, Polly! Mr. Eldoon may love salt, but that doesn't mean he's not willing to balance things out with a whole lot of sweetness on Halloween. If he didn't like the holiday, then why would he go all-out with his decorations?" Trucy chirped, gesturing to the Halloween décor before knocking on the front door.

"Beats me." Apollo shrugged his shoulders. "Perhaps Eldoon thought that his death noodles weren't scary enough on their own."

"Trick or treat!" Trucy loudly squealed, holding up her magic panties as Eldoon opened the door, his outfit consisting of a long hooded black robe and a paper mask depicting the pained face of his mascot, Mr. Salty.

"Well now, if it isn't Trucy-doll and the rest of the Anything Agency crew. Happy Halloween!" The noodle vendor jovially stated.

"Happy Halloween to you too, Mr. Eldoon!" Trucy exclaimed back. "So what treats have you got for us?"

"Only a candy bar salty enough to be worthy of being served by an Eldoon: Salty&Sweet Snickers bars." Eldoon stated, grabbing a bag of fun-sized Salty&Sweet Snickers bars from an end table by the door before placing a handful of the little bars into the aspiring magician's magic panties, followed by a handful into a pillow case that Athena had brought with her. "So what are you this year, Trucy-doll? Some kind of prep school student?"

"Close, Mr. Eldoon. I'm Hermione Granger from Harry Potter and Daddy's Dumbledore because he's so old." Trucy proudly replied. "Remember? We do themes. Like last year, we dressed up like Legend of Zelda characters- Daddy was Link, Maya was Zelda, Pearly was Impa, and I was Midna. Though too bad Polly decided to go to his friend Clay's Halloween party instead of trick-or-treating with us, because otherwise, he would have made the best Tingle!" The bubbly magician giggled.

Never have I been so grateful for your Halloween parties, Clay. Too bad you couldn't save me this year as well because of your training... Apollo silently thought to himself with a disheartened look.

"Right, right… Just like how a few years back, when my old man ran the stand, you all were dressed like characters from some other video game series, though for the life of me, I can't seem to remember the name- started with a 'K', I think…" Eldoon noted, his head cocked to the side as he tried to recall the name. "According to my old man, your dad was dressed like some big blue penguin with a hammer, you were dressed like some purple wizard lady, Pearly-doll was dressed like a one-eyed ghost wearing a wizard hat, and Maya was dressed like some pink ball- said it was perfect character to reflect her four stomachs.

"Oh right, back in 2020 we were all Kirby characters!" Trucy happily chimed in.

"That's the name!" Eldoon said with a chuckle and a snap of his fingers before lightly pushing on his mask. "Even if I couldn't remember it, I could never forget the look on my old man's face when he first told me that Maya brought a big ol' stewpot for BYOB-o-Ween and scoffed down the noodles he filled it up like it was nothing before asking for seconds."

"If he thought that was a sight to behold, then he would have been beside himself if he would have seen Maya pestering me an hour later to buy her burgers." Phoenix smirked.

"BYOB-o-Ween?" Athena asked with a confused look on her face.

"Bring Your Own Bowl-o-Ween. Basically, my old man ran a deal that Halloween in which people could bring in a container of any size and fill it up with our infamous noodles once for only $6.66, provided that the container could be carried by hand." Eldoon stated matter-of-factly. "Think of it like Bring Your Own Cup Day at 6-10, only with salty noodles instead of sweet slush."

"Suffice to say, BYOB-o-Ween was quickly canceled the next year after Maya had Pearls carry over half of a discarded water tower that they found somewhere to serve as her bowl." Phoenix wryly chimed in.

"Though speaking of small people who can do big things, I see you've got a bag there, 'Pollo." Eldoon noted, pointing at the reusable burlap bag with a picture of a smiling globe that read 'We've got Saving the Planet in the Bag!' that was on loan from Athena that he was holding, before reaching into his candy bag. "I can't believe I missed ya, what with you paying homage to one of my favorite films of all time, A Christmas Story, with that bunny- uh-oh…"

"Uh-oh? What do you mean by 'uh-oh'?" Apollo reluctantly asked, his horns starting to droop as he was filled with the all-too familiar feeling that his day was about to get worse.

"I'm a little embarrassed to say this, what with it being Halloween and all, but it looks like I'm all out of candy. But don't worry, 'Pollo. I've got something I've been working on in my spare time that's perfect for today. Just wait there for a sec, 'k?" Eldoon stated before closing the door behind him.

True to his word, a few seconds later, Eldoon opened the door with a sealed to-go container in his hand that was coated in a layer of salt, as if whatever it was containing was so salty that its saltiness was seeping forth from its confines and corrupting everything that it touched.

"Behold, the greatest dish ever produced by the Eldoon Dynasty: Eldoon's Five-Alarm Noodles!" The noodle vendor proudly proclaimed, showing the group the to-go container as if it was some holy artifact of legend before dropping it into Apollo's bag.

"Five-Alarm… Noodles?" Apollo hesitantly repeated with a look of utter unease on his face.

"That's right, 'Pollo, Five-Alarm Noodles- noodles made in a broth containing a generous blend of Eldoon's Noodles' five famous spices: salt, salt, salt, salt, and lots of salt!" Eldoon forcibly remarked. "One spoonful of that stuff and my normal broth will taste like plain-old water by comparison! I know it's no candy, but if you wanna scary Halloween, what better way than by having a bowl of noodles so salty that you'll risk meeting the Reaper with every spoonful?"

If I wanted that kind of feeling, I would actually volunteer to assist Trucy with her psycho shows. "Great. I'll be sure to have my words of appreciation towards you and Trucy engraved on my headstone after I'm done with the meal." Apollo wryly retorted as he and the rest of the group walked away from the house and towards their next destination.

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Unlike Eldoon's house, which aimed for a simpler approach to Halloween decorations, the next location on the group's list pulled out all of the stops when it came to the holidays. Inside the Kitaki mansion's front gate there was a scarecrow with a head consisting of a jack-o-lantern with a sinister grin pointing out towards the gate's entrance as if to direct the numerous regular jock-o-lanterns that were surrounding it to attack, two large inflatable monsters- a cartoonish Frankenstein's monster and a vampire- on either side of the area right outside the house as if they were standing guard, and several suits of black samurai armor with red dots painted on the headpieces to resemble eyes, thus making them seem as if they were possessed, lining the path to the house itself.

"Woah! And I thought Eldoon went all out!" Athena noted in amazement as she scanned the area with an approving look as she and the others made their way to the front door. "I knew that the Kitakis were loaded, but I can't believe that they managed to take Halloween to a whole new level!"

"Not really." Apollo stated matter-of-factly. "Despite their history, the Kitakis aren't big fans of subtly." Something you'd know all too well if you spent ten seconds with their son, a.k.a. the one 'rapper' Eminem wouldn't ever hesitate to diss.

"Hey, Polly! Polly! Polly!" Trucy excitedly called out, snapping the horn-haired attorney out of his trip down memory pain involving his time as Wocky's attorney as she rushed over to the right side of the front yard where a miniature graveyard was setup, complete with the top halves of skeletons being planted in the ground via stakes in front of some of the graves to give off the illusion of zombies rising from the dead. "I found your long-lost twin brother! Look!"

Upon looking over at his adolescent superior, Apollo's horns started to drop and his expression became one of disheartenment upon seeing a skeleton with a picture of Alita Tiala's terrified face tapped to the front of its head being pushed into an open coffin by a mannequin of a short hunchbacked man with deformed limbs that had a picture of Apollo's smirking face tapped to the front of its head.

"Well, now I know how Wocky contributed to the decorations." Apollo snidely remarked. Yeah, Wocky. This is a great way to thank the guy who saved your ass from the gold-digger who was counting down the days to your death with all the excitement of the people who watch the ball drop on New Year's Eve in Times Square and, judging from your personality as a whole, more than earned every cent she was set to inherit.

"Look on the bright side, Apollo. At least you can take pride in knowing that you left an impression on your ex-client." Phoenix chuckled.

"In that case, considering what I went through during the course of that case, we're even." Apollo wryly retorted as the group made it to the front door, with Trucy making a beeline dash to ensure that she was the one to knock at the door, and by extension, be the first to get whatever candy was being served.

Seconds after knocking on the door, Trucy and the rest of the group were greeted by Winfred Kitaki, who was wearing a black tuxedo with a red rose on the left side of his lapel which, when coupled with his incredibly thick eyebrows, made him resemble Marlon Brando's Don Vito Corleone.

"Trick-or-treat!" Trucy and Athena shouted out in unison, magic panties and pillow case, respectively, held up in anticipation.

"Well now, what do we have here…? Mr. Phoenix Wright, his daughter, and the man who saved my son in his hour of need. To what do I owe this pleasure on this most happening of nights? Do you desire a treat… or did someone trick you and wish for the same fate to befall them?" Winfred asked in a deadpan tone, flashing the group an ominous look that only Apollo seemed to be unnerved by.

"The former please, Mr. Kitaki!" Trucy chirped.

"In that case, young lady, you are in luck, for on this night, you'll have the chance to sample a new treat that we'll be selling in the bakery: Kitakipeitō, our own brand of konpeitō." Winfred stated as he grabbed a candy bowl from a nearby end table that was filled with small bags of colorful rock candy that were in the shape of the Kitaki family's fox head crest. "Business has been booming at the bakery recently, so we decided to invest in some equipment so that we can take advantage of a konpeitō recipe that my great-grandfather received as payment from one of his debtors back in the old country. And what better time to advertise this than by giving out free samples on Halloween?"

"Well, they certainly look yummy!" Trucy remarked, her eyes twinkling with excitement as Winfred reluctantly placed a bag in her magic panties.

"Yeah! I haven't gotten to enjoy candy like this since I spent a semester abroad in Portugal!" Athena chimed in as the mobster-turned-baker placed a bag of candy in her sack before pausing to stare at her.

"Uh, was it something I said…?" Athena hesitantly asked, withering under Winfred's intimidating gaze.

"And you are?" Winfred bluntly asked.

"What?" Athena responded with a confused look.

"One year ago, Wocky, my only son, was arrested for a crime he did not commit, but in the end, he was saved by Ms. Wright and Mr. Justice, who by the way, has somehow managed to reach a new level of unimposing with that costume of his…" Winston noted as he glanced over at the horn-haired attorney, whose spikes were starting to droop more than his costume's ears.

"Do you think I want to wear this costume, Mr. Kitaki?" Apollo asked in a disgruntled tone. "Do you think that anyone would want to wear this costume?"

"I mean no disrespect, Mr. Justice. On the contrary, as a family man, I find such a wholesome costume to be a breath of fresh air. If only Wocky chose to wear such a tasteful outfit and engage in good, clean trick-or-treating instead of running around town dressed like a fool doing god-knows-what…" Winfred sighed as he shook his head. "But where was I…? Oh, right. So as you can probably guess, young lady, I am quite familiar with the staff of the Anything Agency, but I have never seen you before. Are you an… acquaintance of theirs?" The ex-mobster asked with a hint of hesitation.

"I'm more than just an acquaintance. I'm Athena Cykes, the newest member of the Anything Agency crew!" Athena proudly stated with a big grin and her hands on her hips.

"Is that so…?" Winfred stated with a hint of disappointment before directing his attention to Phoenix. "In that case, Mr. Wright, I can't help but feel a bit disappointed in you."

"What are you talking about?" Phoenix asked, cocking his head to the side out of confusion.

"I know that you call your business the Anything Agency, but I never would have thought that a guy like you would start pimping girls out."

"WHAT!?" Phoenix and Athena shrieked simultaneously, their eyes practically bugging out of their heads.

"I am not a prostitute!" Athena snarled, her fists clenched as she glared daggers at the baker. "I am a defense attorney with an extensive knowledge of psychology!"

"Then why are you dressed like a prostitute?" Winston calmly asked.

"Because I'm dressed like Harley Quinn!"

"Is she a prostitute?"

"No! She's an accomplished psychologist and a strong female who helps to inspire little girls everywhere!"

"Girl Power!" Widget beeped in response to his wearer's comment, his monitor glowing bright red.

Yes, by being in an abusive relationship with a psychotic clown. Apollo wryly thought, but decided to keep to himself, lest he be reminded of what his coworker can do when she's angry and how they first met, instead opting to just stand there with a smile and savor how Athena, who actually picked out her costume, was getting more grief from people than he was.

"Trust me, young lady, as someone who has managed his fair share of whore houses, there's nothing empowering about being a prostitute- getting paid to sleep around with random guys who are only looking for a cheap thrill, only to be tossed out like yesterday's trash when you turn 30 and your body resembles a used tissue that's been left out in the sun for an hour. You try to find other means of employment, but no one wants to hire a former woman of the night, so you end up resorting to posing on Wocky's bedroom floor for the cover of one of his many rap albums- Ho-Down in Da Downtown, Sweeta than Dandy Candy (which, by the way, is 'sweeta' spelt with a dollar sign instead of an 's'), Honeys, Honeys, Ho on Ma Chubby, and so many more- all of which, as you can guess, were horrible, horrible failures that have brought nothing but shame for me and my family."

"But Harley Quinn isn't a prostitute!" Athena snapped.

"Then why does she look like a prostitute?" Winfred asked once again, though this time with a hint of irritation in his voice

"AAAAAH!" Athena shrieked as she angrily shook her fists in the air.

"Ok, I think now would be a good time to leave." Apollo nervously spoke up, knowing that with his luck, if Athena continued this line of arguing, there would be a chance that Winfred could be pushed to go back to his old ways for one final job and send someone to make sure that him and the rest of the agency wouldn't be able to argue ever again- someone capable and not Wocky.

"Fine by me!" Athena huffed.

"Jerk!" Widget chimed in as his wearer and the rest of the group proceeded to walk away from the mansion.

"Thanks for the candy, Mr. Kitaki!" Trucy chirped, turning around to flash the ex-mobster a smile as she enthusiastically waved to him.

"Forget about it!" Winfred jokingly stated as he waved back before walking out of the house. "Oh, I almost forgot. Mr. Justice, please wait a moment."

"*gulp* M-Me…?" Apollo stammered with saucer-sized eyes as he turned around, only to find himself face-to-face with the baker.

"Yes, that spirited… debate with your coworker caused me to fail to notice that you are carrying a candy bag, yet I have neglected to give you the treat you deserve, and for that, I apologize."

"Don't worry, Mr. Kitaki. It's no problem. Really!" Apollo stated with a nervous grin as he pushed down his horns.

"I won't hear any of that, Mr. Justice." Winfred said with a wave of his hand before reaching into the bowl. "You and your friends have come to my house tonight looking for treats, and that's what I intend to- uh-oh… Well, this is embarrassing, Mr. Justice, but it seems as though we are all out of Kitakipeitō."

"Of course you are." Apollo groaned as his horns started to droop.

"But perhaps this is a good thing, because I just remembered that before he left to wander the streets tonight, Wocky instructed me to give you and only you two special treats tonight that he made on the chase that you came by tonight, Mr. Justice. I'll only be gone a minute, so don't move a muscle, capiche…?" Winfred sternly asked, an especially intimidating aura emanating from his stare that prompting the red-cladded defense attorney to simply respond with a reluctant nod. "Good."

"Oh, what do you think Wocky made for you, Polly?" Trucy asked with a confident look that was in stark contrast to her subordinate's expression of utter dread as the ex-mobster walked back into his home.

"Considering that 'tribute' to me, what little money you and Mr. Wright pay me is on them being things that neither I nor anyone else would want… ever!"

"Well, look on the bright side, Apollo. Regardless of what you're given, it can't be any worse than those five-alarm noodles. At least these treats are in no way capable of killing you on account of Wocky's history." Phoenix remarked as Winfred approached them, the candy bowl he was holding being replaced with a CD in one hand and what appeared to be a small cannonball in clear to-go container.

"Thank you for waiting, Mr. Justice. Here are your treats. First, we have the… 'O.G. Cracker Supreme', a muffin that is essentially all of our other muffins combined into one." Winfred held out the take-out container "As for why it's burnt, Wocky didn't know how to properly adjust the cook time and temperature of the oven to account for the ingredients, so he just said, and I quote, 'Screw this!' and decided to just crank the oven up to max heat and had it roasting for an hour. And second, there's Wocky's newest rap album- I can't believe I'm saying this- Justice be Bliiiiiiiiiind!" The baker held out the cd so that the group could see the cover art, which featured Apollo's disgruntled face, with the eyes covered with a black bar, lazily Photoshopped onto an image of a donkey that was being ridden by a muscular man and a svelte, bodacious woman, which had Wocky smug smile and Alita's innocent grin, respectively, sloppily Photoshopped on the heads.

"Well, I've been wrong before…" Phoenix awkwardly remarked, using every fiber of his being to keep himself from bursting out into laughter.

Actually, you were right, Mr. Wright. Because neither of those things will kill me since they'll make me contemplate doing it myself. "Thank you, Mr. Kitaki, but I'm not really a fan of rap… or muffins." Apollo nervously chuckled as he pushed down his horns.

"Mr. Justice, I know that muffin isn't fit for human consumption; just like how I know that the only practical use for Wocky's rap albums is as tools of interrogation. However, that doesn't change the fact that my son put his heart and soul into making them. So here's what you're going to do: I'm going to put the gifts in your sack, you're going to thank me with a smile, and then you and the rest of your group will go about your evening. What you do with those items afterwards is your decision, one that I will not judge. Are we clear?"

"Crystal." Apollo sighed, holding his sack open so that the ex-mobster could put the items inside, and flashed him a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Kitaki."

"You're very welcome, Mr. Justice. Enjoy the rest of your evening." Winfred stated, waving the group off as they made their way off the premise.

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After half an hour of driving and a short elevator ride, the group found themselves in front of an apartment door that simply had a smiling ghost with a speech bubble reading 'Boo!' coming out of its mouth.

"Trucy, who lives here?" Apollo asked.

"Why does it matter, Polly?" Trucy replied with a confused look.

"It's just that I don't know anyone who lives in Belvaduke Luxury Palace and I'm getting really foreboding vibes from this place- not 'we're all gonna die here' vibes, but rather the 'this is only going to make my life even worse' kind."

"Well, Polly…" Trucy hesitated, trying to find a way to break the news in a way that would cause her horn-haired subordinate to freak out, only for Athena to beat him to the punch.

"Do you live under a rock, Apollo? Everyone knows that Apartment 19-67 at Belvaduke Luxury Palace is home to none other than the God of Rock and Prosecution himself, Klavier Gavin. Even I know this, and I've only heard of the guy back when I met him during Junie's trial earlier this month." Athena proudly stated with her hands on her hips.

"NOOO!" Apollo exclaimed, his eyes practically bugging out of his head as he attempted to make a break for the nearest elevator or flight of stairs- whichever one would get him out of this accursed place fastest- only to be tackled to the ground by Trucy.

"Thanks, Athena!" Trucy huffed as she dragged Apollo back to the door. "That kind of thing is what I was trying to avoid by not telling Polly that Prosecutor Gavin lives here!"

"Well, how was I supposed to know that he was going to freak out?" Athena defensively retorted as she helped Trucy lift her coworker back up onto his feet and hold one of his arms, effectively restraining him so he couldn't attempt to make another escape. "If anything, I thought Mr. Wright would be the one to have issues coming here after you told me about his history with Klavier."

Great. Now I want to run. Phoenix thought to himself as memories from that infamous trial came rushing back into his mind.

"Well, Athena, Mr. Wright isn't the defense attorney who routinely goes up against Gavin in court and is never taken seriously." Apollo stated with a disgruntled tone. "It's already bad enough that he never passes up the opportunity to make fun of my forehead, my voice, my height-"

"Don't forget your hair!" Trucy jovially chimed in.

"Case and point." Apollo stated, a disheartened look forming on his face as his horns started to droop. "The last thing I need is to add more fuel to the fire by going to his home and giving him the key to the door of endless bunny jokes on a silver platter. I can just picture it now- the second that door opens, Gavin's going to start laughing his ass off, make a remark of how the tail compliments my hair, and then before I know it, every time I make an objection in court, he'll play the bunny hop on those invisible speakers that constantly blast Guilty Love during our trials and will offer me a carrot whenever I start to get annoyed by him constantly disregarding all of my solid arguments."

"Polly, give Prosecutor Gavin some credit. He's not some heartless monster like his brother." Trucy stated as she knocked on the door.

"Yeah…" Apollo shuddered as a memory entered his own mind, a horrible recollection of his first and only Halloween he spent at the Gavin Law Offices back when he was interning as Kristoph's legal assistant, during which he was forced to dress up as Shirley Temple and sing a song per potential client who came in. Of course, Clay came in five times that day, much to the horn-haired attorney's chagrin.

However, Apollo's trip down memory pain was abruptly ended upon him being pounced on by what appeared to be a large yellow blur that tackled him to the ground which, upon closers inspection, was actually large golden retriever with the fur on it head braided in the shape of the Gavin brothers' trademark drill that was currently pressing its paws on his chest, effectively pinning him to the ground as it sank its teeth into the fabric at the right shoulder of his costume.

"AHHH! AHHH! Get it off me! GET IT OFF!" Apollo screamed at the top of his lungs, wriggling his body in a vain attempt to escape, which only seemed to succeed in making the dog chomp down even harder while snarling, prompting Trucy and Athena to step in and attempt to separate the beast from their friend.

"UGH!" Athena grunted as she grabbed the dog's torso and pulled with all her might. "No good, Apollo! I can't seem to get it off."

"Yeah, Polly!" Trucy added as she repeatedly hit the dog with a frying pan that she had just pulled out of her magic panties. "It seems like this dog really has it out for you!"

"Just like everyone else in the world!" Apollo snidely remarked.

"Do something, Prosecutor Gavin!" Trucy pleaded, a look of concern on her face as her terror-filled blue eyes stared at Klavier, who was standing in the doorframe. "We can't lose, Polly! Who else will make us feel better about ourselves?!"

"Hey!" Apollo shouted as he glared daggers at his superior.

"Trust me, Fraulein Magician, I'm doing all that I can." Klavier snapped with an uncharacteristically anxious tone with waving around a small, heavily chewed plushy that resembled Phoenix, which shouted 'Objection!' in the spiky-haired attorney's voice whenever its chest was squeezed, which did nothing to deter the dog. "But when my bro bought Vongole as a puppy, from what he told me, he trained her to be a relentless hunter by using rabbits as learning tools. And unfortunately for Herr Forehead, it would appear that my brother was a little too successful."

"Well, there has to be something we can do! Daddy, you always get involved in deadly situations to save people in need. So do the same for Polly!" Trucy ordered with her hands firmly on her hips.

"Will do." Phoenix nodded, waving his hand to signal his daughter and subordinate to move off to the side, which they were more than happy to do. "Just give me some room."

"No, Herr Wright!" Klavier shouted in apprehension with an arm extended outwards. "Don't do it!"

"What are you so worried about, Klavier?" Phoenix asked with a confused look on his face. "If I can survive falling off of a burning bridge and being hit by a speeding car and sent flying through the air headfirst into a telephone pole, then I think I can handle your brother's 'best friend'."

"You don't understand, Herr Wright, Vongole-"

Though before Klavier could finish his warning, Phoenix reached out to pull Vongole off of his protégé, but before he could put his hand on the dog, she stopped her attack. However, the retriever wasn't stopping because she had calmed down, but rather so that she could sniff the scent of this new person that had filled the air, her posture as stiff as a wooden board. After a second, Vongole released Apollo and slowly turned her head to glare at Phoenix, a cold, hate-filled look in her eyes that was identical to that of her former master as she growled at the Comeback King.

"Uh oh…" Phoenix gulped, a cold sweat dripping down his brow as Vongole tried to lunge at him. Though unlike Apollo, the spiky-haired attorney saw the attack coming and dodged out of the way before making a beeline dash down the hallway as fast as he could.

"Serpentine, Daddy! Serpentine!" Trucy called out.

Following his daughter's advice, Phoenix weaved from side to side as he ran down the hallway, successfully delaying the dog until he reached an elevator and proceeded to rapidly press the up and down buttons as if his life depended on it, which it did considering that this dog was trained by the psycho who made him lose his badge. Though unfortunately for the Comeback King, luck wasn't on his side, because according to the panel above the door, not only was the elevator not coming to the 19th floor, but it actually heading from the tenth floor down to the lobby.

However, before Phoenix could lament his bad luck, he had to dodge real-life Cujo again as it tried once more to pounce at him, prompting her head to slam into the metal door with a loud thud. Though that didn't keep Vongole down, for after taking a second to shake her head and regain her bearings, she resumed chasing after Phoenix until he ran into the nearby stairwell and closed the door behind him, breathing a sigh of relief as the retriever clawed and rammed at the door while barking her head off.

"I tried to warn him…" Klavier sighed with a shake of his head. "While my bro used bunnies as training tools, they were just that- animals used to teach Vongole to hunt down anyone who was on his hate list, of which Herr Wright was apparently at the top of.

"What was your first clue, him using you to get Mr. Wright disbarred or him screaming Mr. Wright's name during Vera Misham's trial at the top of his lungs like a raving lunatic?" Apollo wryly asked as he got back up on his feet and dusted himself off.

"True. But the latest reminder was this…" The ex-rock star rolled up his right sleeve to reveal that it was wrapped in gauze that had several red splotches all over it, indicating that whatever injuries it was covering were far from healed.

"Sacre Bleu!" Athena gasped, putting her hands to her cheeks out of shock. "What happened to your arm?"

"Vongole happened, Fraulein Cykes." Klavier stated as he rolled his sleeve back down. "Apparently, she was somehow less amused by my Phoenix Wright costume than my brother was when I visited him earlier this evening."

"Wait, why were you visiting Mr. Gavin while dressed as Mr. Wright?" Apollo asked, cocking his head to the side out of confusion.

"Only if you tell me why you're dressed as a bunny, Herr Hopsy-Flopsy." Klavier teasingly retorted, leaning forward with his hands on his hips. "Because last I checked, when trick-or-treating, it's the person whose house you're visiting who gives out the treats, not the other way around!" The glimmerous prosecutor burst out laughing. "Though don't worry, I've got some nice carrots and a head of lettuce that you can nibble on."

"I told you this would happen, Trucy!" Apollo grunted with crossed arms.

"Though all joking aside, Herr Forehead, if I'm forced to visit my brother every holiday with my mother and watch her embarrass our entire family by demanding that the guards release him on the grounds that 'he's a good boy who did nothing wrong', then I might as well enjoy myself. So since it's Halloween, I decided to dress up as his worst nightmare. Plus, it gave me a reason to drag Fraulein Detective along to share in my misery by having her dress up as Fraulein Fey. Though speaking of which… Oh, Fraulein Detective, there's a surprise for you at the door!" Klavier called out in a sing-song voice, his gaze directed inside the apartment.

Of course Ema's here. Apollo inwardly groaned. Why don't we just complete the unholy triad of people who I work with on a regular basis who barely respect me as it is by inviting the senile judge who presides over all of my trials, a.k.a. the only judge in this city!

"I don't care what you want to show me, Fop, as long as it gets me away from- Ahahaha!" Ema burst out into laughter, her usual grumpy disposition replaced with mirth as she pointed at the disgruntled defense attorney who was silently praying that Vongole would come back and put him out of his misery. "Oh my god! Apollo-" The detective wheezed. "Apollo's dressed like a bunny!"

"Thanks for the news Ema. What next, are you going to tell us how the sun is bright?" Apollo wryly asked.

"My, aren't you a grumpy wittle bunny!" Ema cooed. "What's wrong, Mr. Bun-Bun? Did someone steal your Easter eggs?"

"Yeah, someone who's spending the evening in the apartment of someone who she supposedly hates." Apollo curtly retorted. "So what's the deal, Ema? I know that Prosecutor Gavin made you go with him to visit Mr. Gavin, but why are you here at his apartment?"

"Because she's finally fallen for my charms and boyish good looks." Klavier joked, earning a Snackoo to the forehead.

"Shut up, Fop." Ema shot the ex-rock star a death glare. "It's bad enough that I've had to deal with that sort of thing from your mother for the past three hours, but hearing it from you is where I draw the line."

"So you aren't dating Mr. Gavin?" Athena asked, barely able to contain her excitement.

"He's mine!" Widget beeped.

"Of course not!" Ema exclaimed. "Why would I want to date some glimmerous pretty boy who throws a hissy fit whenever the slightest thing goes wrong, can't take anything seriously, and is impossible to reach on Saturdays because that's his dedicated spa day in which he gets a spray tan, bleaches his teeth, and gets a full body wax?"

"You LIE!" Athena roared, her fists clenched as she flashed the detective a death glare. "A perfect bronze tan like that can't be artificially created!"

"Trust me, it can. I one time had the misfortune of seeing Gavin come out of the booth when I had to drop off some urgent investigation reports for a case, and mind you, it's a full body tan." Ema shuddered.

"Admit it, Fraulein Detective. You liked what you saw…" Klavier smirked.

"No, I didn't- even the very little details I wish I never saw!" Ema huffed. "And even if I did, I would never date you in a million years- especially after what you've forced me to endure tonight!"

"Fraulein Detective, you act like I'm torturing you."

"Because you have been!" Ema snapped. "After that train wreck of a prison visit where after your mother kept threatening the guards to release your brother or she would have them fired since your dad is somehow the governor, which included her showing us all a stack of naked baby photos of the two of you, you ordered me to come here on the grounds of us reviewing a case file for one of our recent cases, and like an idiot, I actually believed you! Though little did my dumb self know that it was all a just a big ruse, a lie to trick me into coming here so you wouldn't have to be alone with your psycho mother who's only here because she's afraid that trick-or-treaters will kidnap her while your dad's out for some political function!"

"But, Fraulein-" Klavier tried to reason, only to be immediately interrupted by another Snackoo hitting his forehead.

"Don't you, 'fraulein' me, Fop!" Ema snarled. "I don't care that your crazy mother is distraught over your brother's arrest. That doesn't change the fact that while you've been camping out at the door all night on 'trick-or-treater' watch, I've had to listen to her talk nonstop about how she's planned our wedding, found us a nice house right next door to hers, and is even giving me tips about the best 'positions' to give her as many grandchildren as humanly possible! EEEW! Just. EW! As if there weren't enough reasons for me not to want to date you, now I can add suggestions about where to stick which finger and in what direction to twirl it in to a permanent spot right at the top of the list!"

"Never say never, dearie…" A female voice sweetly chimed in from inside the apartment, causing Ema's eyes to widen.

At that moment, a woman who was a dead ringer to Kristoph sauntered over to the door. However, unlike the narcissistic ex-defense attorney, who was a solid 6 feet tall, the woman's height was on par with Apollo's. Furthermore, the woman's frame was svelter than Kristoph's and her face was much softer, which complimented her circular pink-rimmed glasses and long, flowing blonde hair that she let flow down her back and shoulders in smooth waves. As for her attire, the woman opted to wear a casual outfit in the form of a green blouse and blue jeans.

"You can deny your feelings all you want, but you and I both know that deep down, you love my Klavier." The woman calmly put a hand on Ema's shoulder, causing the detective's skin to crawl. "I mean, who wouldn't? My baby has everything: looks, money, and a Grade-A personality- all of which he gets from me. Not to mention, from the day he was born, Klavier has always had the cutest little tushie you've ever seen!"

"MA!" Klavier exclaimed, his fist slamming against the doorframe as a look of anguish formed on his reddened face as he saw the Anything Agency crew sniggering.

"What, Coochie Bear?" The woman innocently asked, completely oblivious to how she was utterly humiliating her son. "I'm only telling the honest truth. You have the cutest, most perfect little tushie in the universe and you should be proud of it! Don't you agree, Ema?"

"No, Ms. Gavin, because I don't take the time to look at your son's… rear." Ema stated in a frazzled tone, obvious to anyone the she did not want to go down this awkward path… everyone except Mama Gavin, that is.

"Ema, dearie, how many times do I have to tell you to call me 'Mom' or 'Kharmen'? After all, if you're going to be my daughter-in-law, things shouldn't be so formal between us. But that's beside the point. If you don't believe me, just feel my baby's tushie yourself!" Kharmen beamed as she grabbed Ema's hand and proceeded to rub it against Klavier's rear, much to the horror and embarrassment of the latter two and the joy of Apollo, who couldn't help but burst out into laughter at seeing his courtroom rival get outright humiliated for once. "Notice how tight my baby's bubble booty is! You could bounce a quarter off those cheeks and send it flying a mile, they're so tight! Yet despite that, it's soft like a baby kitten! And just think, the sooner you marry my Klavier, the sooner you get to have it all to yourself as you make me lots and lots and lots of grandbabies!"

"Ma! How many times do we have to have this conversation?!" Klavier snarled as ripped Ema's arm out of his mother's grasp. "You can't just make people touch my ass whenever you want! It's creepy and wrong on so many levels!"

"But Klavie, Coochie Bear…" Kharmen meekly stated, her lower lip quivering as she gently patted her younger son's cheek. "I'm only doing this because I care. And let's face it, baby, while you certainly put the 'scrumptious' in 'scrumdiddlyumptious', it doesn't change the fact that you lack Kristoph's graceful, refined disposition and his raw masculine energy. As such, as much as it pains me to say it, you need all the help you can get in order to find a nice, pretty girl with wide, firm childbearing hips to give me at least six beautiful grandbabies." The attack helicopter mom glanced over at Ema with an approving grin, prompting the poor, mentally-scarred detective to cringe.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go to the restroom, puke my brains out, and resist the urge to drown myself in the toilet." Ema nonchalantly remarked.

"Ok, dearie!" Kharmen chirped, waving to the disgruntled detective as she walked back into the apartment before directing her attention to Klavier. "I'm telling you, Klavier, that Ema is a good girl and would make a great wife for you."

"Ma, for the millionth time, I'm not looking to get married yet, and even if I was, as great a person as Detective Skye is, dating her would be awkward." Klavier brushed some loose hair that was starting to get in his eyes. "I mean, I'm her boss. Not to mention, Khris and I ruined the career and reputation of a close family friend of hers."

"Klavier, I don't want to hear that kind of negative talk." Kharmen sternly stated. "One way or another, I'm going to get you married, even if I have to drag the lucky girl up on the altar kicking and screaming, because gosh darn it, you are my last chance at grandbabies! Oh, if only your brother were still free…" The overly involved mother sadly sighed before a scowl formed on her face. "If only that evil, dirty devil Phoenix Wright and his obnoxious magic brat daughter didn't trick poor little Apollo into arresting my baby boy!"

"Uh, Ma, you may want to take a look to your left…" Klavier awkwardly noted, gesturing to the Anything Agency group who were left wide-eyed and speechless of the spectacle that just unfolded before them.

"Oh, hello there, Apollo, Trucy!" Kharmen beamed, her scowl morphing into a warm grin. "How long have you two been standing there?"

"Long enough." The young magician hissed as she glared at Kharmen, though the mother with a mission didn't even so much as flinch.

"Well, sorry I didn't notice you sooner. It's just that you look so slim and lovely that I could hardly see you. And Apollo…!" Kharmen chirped, giving the horn-haired attorney a hug. "What have you been up to?"

"Oh, nothing much." Apollo replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "Just living the dream at the Anything Agency." Or rather, the nightmare.

"Good to hear! So, how has Phoenix been treating you? Are you being paid well?

"For your information, Mrs. Gavin, Apollo is paid quite generously." Trucy irritably replied with her hands on her hips, not buying into the woman's fake kindness for even a second.

"Really? Because last I checked, people who were paid well didn't look so gaunt." Kharmen replied in a passive-aggressive tone, pushing her glassed up in the same fashion as her older son, before flashing Apollo a look of genuine concern. "Tell me the truth, Apollo. Are they paying you well at that agency?"

"My last paycheck was an IOU note with the 'I' fashioned into a smiley face. What do you think?" Apollo stated matter-of-factly.

"Apollo!" Trucy snapped.

"Look, Trucy. During the time I spent working for Mr. Gavin, half of his cases were acquitting his mother via pleads of insanity. As such, I know full well that one way or another, she'd find out the truth. I'm just saving us about an hour's worth of her threatening to call someone's mother."

"Though frankly, I wish I didn't, sweetie." Kharmen shook her head, flashing Trucy a condescending smirk before directing her attention back to Apollo. "Too bad Phoenix tricked you into arresting my baby, Apollo. Because if you were still working for my son, he would have made sure that you were more than generously paid for all your hard work. You know, Kristoph thought the world of you and would talk to me every day about how much he adored you."

"That's… nice, I guess." Apollo awkwardly replied, not sure how to respond to that kind of thing. "But it doesn't change the fact that Mr. Gavin killed two people and attempted to poison a young girl."

"Those last two charges weren't proven and you know it, Apollo! My baby was framed by Phoenix's stacked jury that he force-fed lies with his-his propaganda simulator!" Kharmen snapped, her left eye starting to twitch. "That's right! I read the internet and I know aaall about the simulator that he used to give his stacked jury his version of background events that include him having time travel powers for some reason. Well, if Phoenix can travel back in time, why doesn't he just simply go back in time and stop himself from all the times he used illegal and forged evidence, like when he forged that playing card to get my baby arrested because he was jealous that my Khrissy is so much smarter, handsomer, and classier than he will ever be!"

"Uh, sorry to interrupt, but what do you have against Mr. Wright?" Athena reluctantly interjected, prompting Kharmen to flash her a look of disapproval. "From my time working with him, he's done nothing but do everything in his power to help the innocent."

"So are magic shows, lawyering, and tearing my family apart not paying the bills, Trucy?" Kharmen snidely replied as she pushed her glasses up. "Is that why your father has stooped to hiring a prostitute?"

"I'm not a prostitute! I'm a defense attorney dressed as Harley Quinn!" Athena snarled.

"Ok, I think that's enough trick-or-treating here, ja?" Klavier interjected, knowing that any chance of a semi-normal conversation with his unfortunate guests was officially dead, gesturing Kharmen back into the apartment. "Herr Forehead, Fraulein Magician, Fraulein Cykes, it was good seeing you all. Sorry again about Vongole and my mother. Hopefully, you can find it in your hearts to forget all about that… as well as the rest of this evening." The ex-rock star said in an embarrassed tone as he closed the door behind him, leaving the group practically stunned.

"Uh… What just happened?" Athena wearily asked with a look of confusion, trying her best to piece together the rapid-fire madness that had just occurred.

"The Gavin family, Athena. The Gavin family happened." Apollo replied with a disheartened look as his horns drooped. "So let's just get out of here and go anywhere else."

"Agreed. Klavier may be a dreamboat, but after seeing his crazy mother, I just want to run straight for a lifeboat." The psychology-loving attorney stated as she and Apollo started walking away from the apartment.

"Wait, guys! We didn't get any treats!" Trucy protested, prompting the attorneys to pause and turn around to face her.

"Trucy, we've already got a treat: the ability to walk away from this place. But if you want to risk ending up like poor Ema for the sake of some candy by knocking on that door and dealing with another hurricane of insanity from Kharmen Gavin, be my guest. We won't stop you. But as for me and Athena, we're getting the heck out of here." Apollo retorted before resuming walking towards the elevator.

"On second thought, I don't think I need any candy from here." Trucy replied with an apprehensive look as she rushed over to her subordinates, pulled out her cellphone, and called Phoenix's number. "Hey Daddy, we're done at Prosecutor Gavin's apartment. So meet us at Uncle Edgeworth's apartment on the next floor up. See ya in a bit!" The young magician ended the call before placing her cellphone back inside her magic panties.

"Did I hear right?" Apollo asked with a hint of hope in his voice. "We're heading to Mr. Edgeworth's apartment next?"

"We sure are, Polly!" Trucy chirped.

"Thank God! Finally, a normal person! Maybe now this evening will start to get better!" Apollo rejoiced, pushing the up button of the nearby elevator before entering the lift with his friends when the doors opened a few seconds later.

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I just haaad to open my big mouth! Apollo internally cursed, his eyes widening out of dread as he and the rest of the group reached the 20th floor, only to see none other than Wocky Kitaki- who was wearing a leather jacket with an American flag color scheme and a ridiculous pompadour that made him look like a cheap Vanilla Ice knockoff- walking down the hallway in their direction holding a large pillowcase that was stuffed to the brim with candy, actively swaying his shoulders forward with each step and his gaze pointed down at the ground in an attempt to look cool, but only succeeded in giving off the appearance of trying to clench a potato in his rectum.

"Hey, Wo- Mmpf!" Trucy tried to call out in an attempt to be friendly to her and Apollo's former client, only for the latter to quickly put a hand over her mouth in an attempt to silence her,

"No, Trucy!" Apollo hissed in a whisper through clenched teeth in his superior's ear. "After getting mauled by my ex-boss' demon dog, the last thing I need tonight is something else loud and crazed on my ass. So please, Trucy, if you have any inkling of respect for me, just stay quiet so that at least one thing can go well for me this evening.

"Fine, Polly." Trucy sighed. "If it'll stop you from complaining, I'll do it."

"Thank you." Apollo whispered as he and the rest of the group tried to sneak passed Wocky, only for the wannabe gangster to raise his head right when they were right next to him.

"Well, well, look who we have here: Apollo Justice, Ace Buster- in more ways than one!" Wocky remarked, getting right in Apollo's face in an attempt to be intimidating, which did nothing to change the horn-haired attorney's irritated disposition. "You must either be having a really unlucky day or a death wish if you've crossed paths with me, Wocky 'Bling-Bling Crackshot' Kitaki."

After what I've gone through tonight, yes. Apollo internally retorted before letting out a sigh, knowing that even though making small talk to Wocky of all people was the last thing he wanted to do after the night he was having, he knew that he wouldn't be able to leave until he did. "Hello, Wocky. Enjoying your Halloween?"

"Does this answer your question?" Wocky asked, flashing a cocky grin as he showed the group his pillowcase containing his hull for the evening, much to the awe of Trucy, which only served to bolster his ego even more. "Yeah, I went around town in my whip all night taking all of the candy from those bowls that the people leave out on their doorsteps for myself. Sure, they had signs saying stuff like 'take only one', but I don't play by their rules! I'm Wocky Kitaki, bizzoy! Halloween's like the jungle- only the strong thrive while the weak-asses get their candy taken- and in every jungle, there's a king, and in this city, that king's me, fo'shizzle! I'm like Simba but without all the sissy-ass songs!"

Or any of his likeability. Apollo wryly thought to himself.

"Heck, I was about ready to call it a night and head on back home 'cause I don't have any more room in my pillow case when all of a sudden, I got word from some of my homies that they and about a hundred or so other people were raiding one of the apartments on this floor 'cause the guy didn't have any candy. But when I got here, I discovered that the damn po-po beat me here in order to stop anyone from having fun, just like they always do!" Wocky snapped, flashing the group an angry scowl as he crossed his arms. "Real shame, na mean? From what I heard, not only is this guy loaded out the ass, but he's some weak as hell nerd. I mean, what kinda guy goes around dressed like some pink Monopoly Man with his grey as hell hair and some kinda crumpled up napkin in his shirt?"

"Edgeworth!" Phoenix panicked, his eyes becoming saucer sized at the possibility that harm befell his best friend as he rushed off towards the maroon-cladded prosecutor's apartment.

"My candy!" Trucy added before running after her father.

However, as Apollo ran past Wocky in order to join his bosses in getting as far away from the wannabe gangster as humanly possible, he stopped upon turning around to see why Athena wasn't completely outpacing him, only to see that she was suffering a fate that he wouldn't wish on any woman: Wocky blocking her path, leaning off to the side and supporting himself by placing an arm on the wall, scanning her body as one would a piece of meat. And unfortunately for the red-haired attorney, judging by the toothy grin on the Vanilla Ice wannabe's face, he liked what he was seeing.

"Hey gurl, you new in town? 'Cause I'd never forget seeing someone as foooine as you." Wocky suavely said- at least, as suave as he was capable of being- as he leaned towards this new girl of his dreams, prompting her to take a step back.

"Yes, I'm Athena Cykes. I recently moved here a few months ago to work as a defense attorney at the Wright Anything Agency." Athena said with a tone of unease, her gaze pointed towards the ground.

"Creep alert." Widget chimed in.

"Hey, robot thing! I ain't no creep!" Wocky snapped. "Since when has it been a crime for a badass O.G. like me to want to learn about a smokin' hot babe? 'Cause the way I see it…" Wocky snickered, the scowl that he was wearing being replaced with his smug grin as the gears in his head were turning to give him a 'killer' pick-up line. "The only crime being committed here is that your number isn't in my phone. So how's about you hand over them digits, shawty?" Wocky seductively purred, prompting Athena to flash his a look of disgust, reeling back as if she had just been blasted with noxious fumes.

"How's about 'no'?" Athena curtly retorted.

"Hey, gurl, don't be like that! Show a little No Nut November Eve mercy to a G." Wocky pleaded as he wrapped his arm around Athena's shoulder. "So instead of playing hard to get, how's about you play with my ha-"

"Wocky, I wouldn't do that if I were you…" Apollo warned the wannabe gangster in a mixed tone of caution and mirth, knowing from personal experience what happened to guys who touched his coworker the wrong way.

"Back off, man!" Wocky snapped, flashing his ex-attorney a death glare. "What do you know about shawties with your skinny lil' arms and big-ass forehead!? The only way you could ever get a fine-ass honey is if those antennas on your head pick up signals from the nudie channel! You're just jealous of me 'cause I've got money, I've got honeys, and that I'm so beefed that when cows see me, they say 'daaamn'! That's why you broke up me and Alita back then, but I won't stand by and let you do it again! So unless you wanna know why they call me 'Bling-Bling Crackshot', you'll back off!"

"Whatever you say, Wocky." Apollo replied as he put his hands up in mock surrender, snickering as he took a few steps back.

"That's more like it." The knock-off Vanilla Ice smirked before directing his attention back to Athena. "So as I was saying, gurl, how's about we go back to my place and watch some King Kong vs. Godzilla, and by that, I mean that you try to watch Godzilla while fighting the urge to focus all of your attention on my King Kong schl-AAAAAAH!" Wocky screamed as the red-haired attorney grabbed his arm and sent him flying through the air, only stopping when his head collided with the nearby elevator door, resulting in him being rendered unconscious and his pillow case full of candy plopping down next to him, with a few stray pieces falling out onto the floor.

"Perve!" Athena snarled as she dusted off her hands before directing her attention to her coworker. "Sorry you had to see that, Apollo, but that creep had it coming."

"What are you apologizing for?" The horn-haired attorney chuckled. "It's not your fault that Wocky didn't heed my warning. Plus, I've been dreaming of something like this happening to him ever since he threatened to sue me for 'abusing' his Alita. So if anything, I should be thanking you."

"Well, if you're really thankful, then I suppose you wouldn't be opposed to taking my place on toilet cleaning duty next week, eh?" Athena suggested with a hopeful grin as she playfully nudged Apollo with her elbow.

"Nice try, Athena, but I was thinking more along the lines of calling us even after last week's magna incident."

"Oh, well." The red-haired attorney shrugged. "Can't blame a girl for trying. So how's about we catch up with the others?"

With a nod, Apollo followed Athena in the direction that Phoenix and Trucy went in earlier.

---

When the attorneys made it to Edgeworth's apartment, they were shocked to see that not only was Wocky telling the truth that there was a police presence, with officers rushing in and out of the area, but that apparently these youths really didn't take the prospect of not getting candy well on account of how the front door was torn clean off its hinges and was now lying in the apartment's entrance, allowing the duo to get a clear view of Phoenix, Trucy, and Gumshoe standing around a kitchen chair which was currently being occupied by Edgeworth, who looked as if he had just experienced a war in an apartment that looked as though a hurricane had blown through.

While Apollo may have not have spent a lot of time with Edgeworth, he knew from a combination of news articles and stories from Phoenix that the man was the embodiment of fortitude- no matter the obstacle, challenge, or setback he faced, Edgeworth would always find some way to rise above it, never giving into despair and, if anything, using it as a learning experience. When he thought that he had killed his father and was raised by the man's true murder who was his foil in every way, Edgeworth mourned, but he didn't let that stop him from becoming a prosecutor at only the age of 20 and winning every case that came his way through a combination of his intellect and the philosophy that if criminals show no mercy to their victim's loved ones, why should he show mercy to them? When Phoenix ruined his perfect record and revealed that he was living a lie for the last 15 years, he may have left the country without a trace, but only so that he could become as just as he was capable. When the P.I.C. made it their goal to take away his badge, he may have lost his authority as a prosecutor, but that didn't stop him from regaining it while also purging the group of corruption.

But on this night, Apollo wasn't gazing upon Edgeworth, the ever-composed demon prosecutor. Instead, as he and Athena entered the apartment, they saw a man who had just endured a whirlwind of torture. Edgeworth was hunched over, his body trembling as he clutched the towel that he had wrapped around his torso.

"What happened here?" Apollo asked with a look of shock, prompting the demon prosecutor to flash him a scowl.

"I'm glad you asked, Mr. Justice." Edgeworth responded in a morose tone. "Apparently, a good number of youths didn't take too kindly to me not giving them candy- not because I didn't want to, but rather, because a certain someone decided to steal the candy I had purchased while I was at work!" The maroon-cladded prosecutor glared daggers at Gumshoe, prompting the scruffy man to flinch.

"For the millionth time, I'm really sorry Mr. Edgeworth!" Gumshoe proclaimed, fighting back the tears of guilt forming in his eyes. "It's just even though you helped me recently get promoted to chief of police, my salary's barely livable. So when you told me to go to your apartment to give it a good dusting and I saw those bags of mints on your kitchen table, I couldn't help myself. But if I knew that this sort of thing would happen to you, I wouldn't have even thought of doing it! I'm sorry, sir!"

"Mints?" Trucy chimed in with a look of disgust. "Uncle Edgeworth, even if Uncle Scruffy didn't steal your 'candy', those trick-or-treaters would have still gone on a rampage because no one likes mints!"

"Regardless of what-if scenarios, Trucy, that doesn't change the fact that they were as quick and numerous as they were merciless. The thoughts still haunt my mind as if they are still happening…

It started out as such a peaceful evening. I made great strides in my work today, putting me a bit ahead of schedule, so in order to celebrate. I decided to relax a bit by using my DVR to catch up on some new episodes of my programs that I've had the misfortune of not being able to view right when they were released due to my hectic schedule, when suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. Sure, I wasn't all that eager to deal with trick-or-treaters, but for the sake of the spirit of Halloween, I went to get the candy I had bought for the evening, only discover it was gone. As such, when I opened the door, I politely informed the person- a girl around Prosecutor Gavin's age who, judging by her very revealing Pikachu costume, apparently felt that Halloween was about abandoning common decency, just like how Ms. Cykes is dressed like a Goldilocks if she decided to become a woman of the night- that I had no candy."

"Why does everyone think I'm a whore!?" Athena wailed, her fists clenched as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"As I was saying…" Edgeworth said with much exasperation in his voice, completely unconcerned with his childhood friend's new protégé's issues, before continuing with his story. "I told the girl that I had no candy, to which she responded by flashing me some puppy dog eyes and saying 'pwease' in a sickeningly sweet tone, probably thinking that I was hiding candy from her for some reason. Though since I really had no candy to offer, I said no once more, to which she started ranting and raving about how I didn't know who she was and that I would regret this before storming off. Thinking that this was just some empty threat, I thought nothing of it and went back to watching my stories. But then an hour later, all hell broke loose.

I heard another knock on the door, but upon answering, I wasn't greeted by a single person, but rather an army of slovenly, unshaven men who appeared as if they hadn't seen the sun in decades. They all demanded that I gave them candy, but like with the girl, I told them that I had none to offer, to which they literally screed and started yelling about how I 'wronged their queen' and then tried to rush me. Of course, I immediately closed and locked my door, but alas, that wasn't enough to hold them as they tore the thing off of its hinges and flooded into my apartment like a swarm of angry locusts, stealing everything of value they could find and destroying everything else…" Edgeworth paused to collect his thoughts, putting a hand to his temple as he took a deep breath. "It all happened so quickly, like a flash of lightning. By the time I was able to get a grasp of the situation and call the police, they were gone, leaving my wellbeing as disheveled as my poor apartment."

"I'm sorry to hear about that, Edgeworth." Phoenix sullenly stated, patting his childhood friend's shoulder. "Do you need me and the rest of the Anything Agency to do anything for you?"

"Yeah, Mr. Edgeworth. If you want, I can give you a therapy session or two." Athena chimed in.

"And I can perform some magic tricks to help take your mind of things!" Trucy added, her magic panties at the ready.

"Thank you for the offer, Wright, Trucy, Ms. Cykes, but I'll be fine." Edgeworth calmly replied, his expression softening upon hearing such kind offers from his friends. "I just need some time to myself after the police are done here."

"No problem, Edgeworth. Just remember that we're only a phone call away if you need anything." Phoenix stated as he and the rest of the group left the apartment.

"Great, just great!" Trucy pouted as soon as she and the rest of the group were out of eye and earshot, taking out her phone to check the time before placing it back in her magic panties. "It's already quarter to ten and we only have two houses worth of candy! Thanks a lot, Polly! Because you decided to be late due to your stupid pride, you ruined Halloween!"

"Oh no, don't you go blaming me for your lack of candy, Trucy!" Apollo objected. "When we were deciding on where to go next, my vote, like Athena's, was that we should keep our stops relatively close to the Anything Agency, like Will Power's or the Delites' apartment, both of which were about thirty minutes away. But did you listen to me? Nooo! Because apparently, you felt that spending an hour and 15 minutes in L.A. traffic to come to this apartment complex was worth it on the grounds that we'd, in your words, 'hit it big'!"

"Well, Polly, if you know so much about picking out places, why don't you put your lack of money where your mouth is and choose our next location?" Trucy huffed as she handed her subordinate the address book, which he proceeded to skim through while muttering about potential stops as the group made their way towards the elevator.

"Ok, let's see here… Drew Studio...? No, Vera probably isn't too keen on Halloween? Jinxy's house…? No, too far. Plus, she'd probably think I'm some kind of bunny demon and try to exorcize me. Juniper's house…? No, I don't want the one girl who treats me with respect to see me like this. Spark Brushel's apartment…? No, I want to keep my skin attached to my body… Ah! I think I found the perfect place!" Apollo triumphantly exclaimed. "Prosecutor Debeste's house- it's only about a 20 minute drive from here and with how the guy's often too nice for his own good, he'll probably be generous with giving out candy."

"Fine, Polly. But if you're wrong and I don't get a ton of candy, I'll never let you live it- Aah!" Trucy shrieked as she stumbled forward, but managed to quickly regain her footing. "What the heck was that?" The young magician asked as she looked down, only for her eyes to light up upon seeing Wocky's pillowcase full of candy lying unattended on the ground. "Jackpot!" The young magician giggled maniacally as she picked up the pillowcase and started emptying its contents into her magic panties.

"Not… cool." Wocky weakly grunted as he started to regain consciousness. "That's my… haul."

"Too bad, Wocky!" Trucy responded with a confident grin. "Like you said, Halloween's a dog-eat-dog world and there's a new queen in the jungle."

"Wait, why does Wocky sound so weak and is lying on the ground? And why does the elevator door look dented?" Phoenix asked.

"I'll give you three guesses, Mr. Wright." Apollo stated matter-of-factly as he pushed the down button, immediately causing the elevator's door to open, allowing the group to enter.

---

Upon arriving at Sebastian's house, the group noticed that like the Kitaki's mansion, the place was decorated from top to bottom for the holiday. However, unlike the Kitaki residence, which tried to have a variety of different horror themes, Sebastian's front yard was completely covered in large cartoony inflatable monsters.

"Ok, Polly, since you were the one who suggested that we come here, you knock on the door." Trucy chirped as the group walked onto the front porch.

"Fine, but if any dogs come bursting out of that house, I'm hiding behind Mr. Wright." Apollo responded before knocking on the door.

However, unlike the other houses that the group visited that evening, after waiting a few seconds, no one answered the door, prompting Apollo to knock once again. However, like before, no one came.

"What the heck? Why isn't anyone coming?" Trucy huffed with her hands placed firmly on her hips.

"Well, it's after ten, Trucy. So maybe Sebastian isn't really on the lookout for trick-or-treaters and is doing something else." Phoenix suggested.

"But it's Halloween, Daddy!" The young magician huffed. "What could be more important than giving out treats?"

---

Meanwhile, in Sebastian's living room, he and Kay were sitting on the large black leather sofa that had been there for as long as he could remember, with him whimpering, closing his eyes and covering his ears, while she focused on the laptop that she was balancing on her lap which was currently being used to play Five Nights at Freddy's 3.

"C'mon… C'mon…!" Kay nervously said, sitting on the edge of her seat as she watched the in-game clock slowly ticking towards six o'clock in the morning.

5:50… 5:51… 5:52… Suddenly, Kay's game came to an end when she was greeted to the deranged, wide-eyed stare of Springtrap, the dilapidated olive-green bunny animatronic that served as the game's primary antagonist, as it let out a high-pitched screech, prompting her to scream in terror along with Sebastian.

"Darn it!" Kay exclaimed, slamming her fist on the laptop. "No matter what I try, I can't get through Night Five without Springtrap jumpscaring me! This shouldn't be happening! As the Great Thief Yatagarasu, I should be soaring circles around this undead robo-bunny!"

"I-In that case, w-why don't we take a break from this game and p-play something else?" Sebastian timidly suggested.

"And give up? No way! We may have been stuck on this night for the past hour, but with each defeat, we learn! So as long as we don't give up, we'll defeat Springtrap sooner or later!" Kay enthusiastically proclaimed with a grin and a raised fist.

"Speak for yourself!" Sebastian retorted in a whinny tone, tears forming in his eyes as he bent his baton. "I don't wanna play this game anymore! It's really scary and don't want Springtrap to get me while I'm sleeping tonight!"

"I've said it a billion times and I'll say it again, Sebastian: you have nothing to worry about because Springtrap isn't real." Kay calmly stated with crossed arms. "He's just a bunch of pixels in a video game and he can't hurt you."

"Yeah, but that won't stop him from hurting me in my dreams along with Pops and the girls' basketball team from my old high school." Sebastian whimpered.

"And that's why I'm spending the night here." Kay reassured her friend as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "That, and Mr. Edgeworth made me promise to do so if I ever made you play a horror game with me after the Bendy Incident, but that's beside the point. With me here, you won't have to worry about any nightmares because I'll just steal them away!"

"Thanks, Kay." Sebastian sniffled as a weak smile formed on his face, only to disappear upon hearing a loud banging at the door.

"AAAAH!" Sebastian shrieked as he nearly squeezed the life out of Kay with a bear hug. "It's Springtrap! He's here for my sale- er, soul!"

"Calm down, Sebastian!" Kay wheezed, struggling for air as she barely managed to get the timid prosecutor off of her. "It's probably just a trick-or-treater."

"Kay, it's ten o'clock at night! Even I know that no one goes trick-or-treating that late!" Sebastian retorted in a panicked tone, his gaze frantically darting around the room to ensure that no demonic animatronics were trying to get the jump on him as he started going off on a terrified train of thought. "What if Pops escaped from prison and is here to get revenge on me for betraying him? What if my old Desk Slamming 101 professor, Professor Means, who was arrested earlier this month for murder, escaped from prison to get revenge on me for giving him all ones-out-of-fives on my course evaluation form because I thought that he was debeste? Or what if Springtrap broke Pops and Professor Means out of prison so that they can all gang up on me and punch me in the tummy over and over until I die!?" The timid prosecutor started to hyperventilate, his eyes becoming saucer-sized, until Kay snapped him back to his senses with a gentle slap to the face. "Thank you."

"Sebastian, get ahold of yourself!" Kay sternly stated, placing her hands on her friend's shoulders. "It's most likely a trick-or-treater who either got a late start and/or refuses to stop until they drop. So go answer that door, give them some candy, and make their Halloween!"

"B-B-But-" Sebastian stammered, only to be interrupted by his friend.

"Look, if it makes you feel better, if you encounter anyone dangerous- which I highly doubt will happen- just call out to me and I'll be there faster than Gummy at any place where food is being served!" Kay chirped, prompting Sebastian to give her a nod before reluctantly making his way over to the front door.

With a trembling hand, Sebastian grabbed the doorknob and, after taking a deep breath to collect his courage, slowly opened the door. However, the naïve prosecutor gained a renewed sense of terror upon seeing Apollo's costume, prompting him to let out a bloodcurdling scream that caused the Anything Agency crew to all reel back in shock.

"Oh my gosh! I knew it! Springtrap's here for my soul!" Sebastian wailed as tears streamed down his face.

"Springtrap? Who's tha-" Apollo tried to ask, a look of confusion forming on his face as he struggled to remember where he heard that name before, only to be interrupted by Sebastian grabbing a shovel that was placed in an umbrella holder and using it to hit the horn-haired attorney square in the side of the head with a loud thud, rendering unconscious as his limp body fell to the ground.

"APOLLO!" Athena cried out, tears streaming down her face as she got down on her knees to check if her coworker was alright, gasping upon removing his bunny ear hood and seeing the egg-sized welt that was quickly forming where the shovel made contact, as well as a nasty cut on the other side that occurred as a result of his head hitting the ground. "I think he may have a concussion! Someone call an ambulance."

"I'm on it!" Phoenix replied, wasting no time in pulling out his cellphone and callin 911.

"Oh no… Not again!" Sebastian sobbed upon seeing the damage he had wrought. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt anyone! Honest! I was just really scared because Kay made me watch her play this really, really scary video game!"

"What happened, Sebastian!?" Kay exclaimed in a worried tone as she rushed over to the front door.

"Your game happened!" Sebastian snapped, his cheeks tomato-red as he glared at his friend with tear-filled eyes. "I thought that Justice was Springtrap because he was dressed as a yellow bunny, so I accidentally hit him in the head with the shovel that Pop's would use on magazine salespeople and Rainbow Squirts that tried to sell him cookies!

"Hey, don't go blaming this on FNAF 3!" Kay objected. "It didn't grab a shovel and hit someone on the head!"

"Yeah, but if you would have just listened to me earlier when I suggested that we play Luigi's Mansion, the worst that would happen is I would have gotten the Gameboy Horror theme stuck in my head!" Sebastian indignantly retorted.

"Well, did you at least give them candy?" Kay asked.

"Candy!?" Sebastian gasped. "Kay, Justice is really hurt! I don't think candy will help!"

"Well, it won't hurt." Kay said as she went inside the house, only to come back a few seconds later with a small box filled with full-sized Hershey chocolate bars. "Sorry about Sebastian. As you can probably tell, he has a very active imagination, which is great for his cases, but not so much for situations like this. So to make it up, here's the rest of the candy that we bought for tonight." The Yatagarasu remorsefully stated as she handed the box to Phoenix.

"Don't worry. I understand that accidents happen and that Sebastian's truly sorry for what he did." Phoenix stated, letting out a worried sigh as he looked down at his wounded protégé. "I just hope that Apollo's alright…"

"Ooh! Full-sized chocolate bars!" Trucy squealed as she looked inside the box. "You were right, Polly! This was a good place to stop at! What's with the looks?" The young magician asked upon noticing her father and subordinate both scowling at her.

---

"Where am I…?" Apollo weakly asked, rubbing the side of his head as he regained consciousness, scanning his surroundings to find himself alone in a private hospital room wearing a hospital smock instead of the bunny costume. "A hospital?"

"Oh good, you're awake!" Karin Jenson, who was wearing a bee costume that exposed only her face, chirped as she entered the room.

"Where am I, who are you, and why are you a bee?" Apollo asked with a bewildered expression.

"First, you're at the Dye-Young Clinic. Your friends brought you here after you were hit in the head with a shovel and got a concussion. They wanted to stay to make sure you were alright, but I had to turn them away since visiting hours ended at nine. But don't you worry. With a bit of rest, you should be free to go in the morning. Second, I'm Karin Jenson, the lead nurse at this clinic, and as for why I'm dressed as a bee, it's because it's Halloween. After all, as a busy bee nurse, what costume would be more fitting?"

"Oh right, I was at Prosecutor Debeste's house, he said something about… about… something I can't remember." Apollo grunted, placing his hand on his aching head as he struggled to remember the events that caused him to end up in a clinic.

"Don't worry. It may be scary, but short-term memory loss is a part of concussions. What you should be focusing on is resting and recovering. That's why I brought you this." Karen said in a reassuring tone as she gestured to a small table right next to Apollo's bed which had a large bag filled with various fun-sized candy bars.

"Candy?" Apollo asked, cocking his head to the side in confusion.

"Of course! It's Halloween. So why not treat yourself to a bit of candy? Plus, this completely unused bag was left over from the little party that we had for the sick kids and it would be a real shame if it were to go to waste. So go on. Dig in! Dig in!" Karin enthusiastically ordered, to which Apollo happily obeyed by reaching into the bag and pulling out a small Hershey bar.

"Thanks!" The horn-haired attorney chirped as he unwrapped the candy bar and ate half of it in a single bite.

"No problem! If you need anything, don't be afraid to use the buzzer next to your bed to call." Karin jovially replied as she started to leave the room, only to immediately stop herself and scurry back to the bed. "Oh right, I almost forgot! One of the reasons I came to see you just now is because I just got word from Prosecutor Debeste that the shovel that he hit you with was a bit rusty. So just to be on the safe side, I'm going to give you a tetanus shot!" The nurse enthusiastically stated, a disturbing grin spreading across her face as she reached into one of her costume's built-in pockets and pulled out a vial of fluid and a needle that was around seven inches in length, causing her new patient's face to go pale. "Don't worry! I'm great when it comes to needles! In fact, I love giving shots so much that I had this costume designed so I can give them out without having to use my hands! Just give me a minute to get the shot ready…"

At that moment, Karin proceeded to attach the vial of fluid and the needle to her costume's rear end, effectively giving herself a stinger.

"Ok! Ready for the wonderful world of shots?" Karen asked with an unsettling amount of enthusiasm as she pointed her rear at her new patient.

"OBJECTION!" Apollo shouted, his eyes becoming saucer-sized as the nurse completely ignored him and slowly approached him rear-first while buzzing.