Hello, everyone! I'm back on Fanfiction and I've got a story to tell. This one involves an idea I first thought of back in 2017. It's been lingering around inside my mind, slowly building itself, but I never got around to actually writing it because I was busy writing my other fanfictions AND doing other things. However, this story idea never died out and I'm finally going to start telling it.

For any fans of Ace Attorney by Capcom and Regular Show by Cartoon Network, I hope this little story tickles your fancy.

But before we begin, I must give the formalities.

DISCLAIMER: Regular Show is the property of JG Quintel and Cartoon Network. Additionally, Phoenix Wright and the Ace Attorney series are the property of Capcom and Nintendo. I do not own any of the games, cartoons, characters, locations, ANYTHING. This is purely for enjoyment and not for profit. I am just a man who loves to write and, as such, has a story to tell.

Additionally, I think this goes without saying (but I'll say it anyway): the legal methods presented in this fanfic are not based on those in reality, nor am I trying to be accurate with how a real trial goes or how lawyers work or go about their cases. Because, let's face it, we enjoy the Ace Attorney series for its mysteries, surprises, and good story telling, not accuracy.

All right, now that that's out of the way, let's begin!

Regular Turnabout

A fanfiction

By

Mr. Page

Prologue

Location: ?

Date: May 15th

Time: 11:34 PM

"Well, look who it is…"

"Please. I'm not here to cause trouble. . . ."

"Then what are you doing here so late?"

"…wanted to talk."

"Talk?...so close to midnight?"

"I was hoping . . . so I thought I'd come."

"Ha! Very convincing. …beat it, before I call the cops!"

"I'm not here to cause trouble!"

"…NOBODY dangerous is coming near my hug-bug!"

". . ."

"What the! Hey! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! …STOP!"

(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ)

(THUD)

(…)

In a quiet office, on this quiet night in the City, a receptionist sipped a fresh-brewed cup of coffee. They had barely swallowed the hot, bitter drink when, all of a sudden, the newly upgraded computer blared into life. Someone was calling it.

The receptionist pushed their mug aside and hastily picked up their headset.

"911 Emergency," they said into the mouthpiece.

"This is Officer John Patriot, City PD. I need an ambulance and back up — stat! Channel 6 News Station, front parking lot! Victim is in critical condition and the assailant is unconscious! Hurry! Send the whole force down before she wakes up!"

Well, there you have it. The start to what I expect to be another long and hopefully fun story. As is my custom, I encourage people to comment and let me know how I did. Constructive criticism is always welcome.