AN: Okay okay, I know what you're thinking: 'Hey Blacckkquuiiill Graaaiiinnbooowwss... Why is Bobby all serious instead of derp?'. Well... do any of you know the meaning of Simon Blackquill's Japanese name? It's supposed to mean 'a swift distortion' or something like that... What I'm trying to say is, can't the deceased change rapidly too? But don't worry, I'll bring out Bobby's puppy-dog side from time to time... ;)
Until then... enjoy the fic!
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Phoenix leaves a room unknown and travels up its stairs, sitting in the unknown room is a shady-looking man with a heavy tan who looks very shaken up. He keeps casting his eyes to the cards scattered across the table and a blonde woman who lay unconscious on the floor.
Crrrreeeeaaaaaaak...
The sound echoes through the walls, coming from a source not so far from the mysterious man. He spins around on his chair to be greeted coldly by a certain defense attorney he once knew. The attorney takes a quick, excited breath before speaking.
"Goodbye, Mr Enigma, I'm sorry our reunion had to be like this".
With that, a sturdy glass bottle came down onto the seated man's head, causing him to fall limp and caused his hat to tip off his head.
"I would of preferred another game of poker before your timely depart" the attorney murmurs.
The now killer, inhales a sharp gust of air upon seeing a single drop of blood which had wormed its way onto a lone card.
The scene suddenly blurs, figures and other shapes distort and twist unnaturally, everything goes foggy before an anxious pair of eyes awake.
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"Aarrgghh!" I gasp, awaking from the terrible nightmare.
(T-That was so real...!) I take long, deep breaths to recover from my shock. No dream, especially about killings and poker matches should be so realistic. I scamper over to the bowl of water my 'owner' had helpfully applied recently to my cage and splash my eyes free of crust.
"Oh, Magic, you're awake" Trucy yawns before rubbing sleep from her eyes.
She pulls a chair over and sits down beside me. I pace over to her finger which she has wiggling through the metal bars.
"Daddy's already left, he had to leave early for something..." Trucy trails off, lost in a tired thought.
I impatiently whack my tail against the cage to snap her out, after one particularly hard tail-whack, she shakes her head and sits upright.
"H-Hangh? So as I was saying, we're going to the Shipshape Aquarium to meet up with one of my best friends, Pearls".
(An aquarium? Sounds fun, as long as you don't count the animals who might try to eat me...)
"...Aquariums are so much fun... I wonder if we'll be able to see any jellyfish?" Trucy rambles on, she picks herself up and drags herself to her room to obviously get ready.
I easily nudge the birdcage door up with the tip of my nose before scurrying after her, seeing as I had nothing else to do.
Trucy begins unbuttoning the top button on her pink pyjamas, I muffle a squeak and turn my head to the window instead.
(It's hard to remember that I'm a rat...)
Fortunately for me, Trucy stands behind her closet door to strip down. I hum quietly as I try to spot different patterns on the wall I see outside the window.
(Heh, that one looks like a face! ...Wait... WHAT)
I see the partially grinning face of a creepy-looking teenager peeking in through the window.
(Is he staring at Trucy?! Wait... her door is in the way! Haha! Take that, weird kid!)
Trucy accidentally bumps her door, causing it to stop at an angle with the mirror on the back now reflecting her dressed in only her undergarments.
"I will now know the secret of your panties..." the creepy teen murmurs before beginning to lift himself into her room.
(Damnit damnit! He's gonna come in and watch her... or do something worst for that matter... I don't have my gun... ARGH! WHAT SHOULD I DO?!)
Suddenly, my legs react on their own. I leap at the perverted teenager and bite down hard on his already bleeding nose. He yelps and makes a dash for the window and tripping out.
"Huh?! Who's there?!" Trucy asks nervously before covering herself in a red towel and cautiously tiptoeing from her position.
"M-Magic! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Trucy gasps.
She gently picks me up and gives me a disproving look.
"You shouldn't escape your cage, Magic, what if you got lost?".
Trucy is about to take me back to my prison when she notices her window is open.
"Oops! I forgot to close it! Silly me!" she giggles "What if a creepy guy tried to get in? He he!".
(Well, lucky for you, the creepy guy has a rat bite on his nose)
About ten minutes later, Trucy emerges from her den wearing her usual magicians getup. She smooths out her tight dress before setting me on her shoulder.
"Magic, you ready to go? Because I'm prepared with the power of props!" Trucy clenches her fist determinedly then relaxes and exits the building.
Trucy skips about five hundred metres down a bustling street before slowing into a normal walk. We're almost always stared at by multiple people, but hey, a teenage magician strolling along with a sewer rat on their shoulder isn't exactly something you'd see everyday.
It takes nearly an hour, but we had finally arrived at our destination, the Shipshape Aquarium.
"Pearl! Hiya!" suddenly hollers Trucy before sprinting over to a unusual girl dressed in a white kimono with a pink overthrow.
The girl perks up at the sound and turns her head to greet Trucy.
"Oh, hello Trucy. You've made it" Pearl says and takes Trucy by the hand.
"Let's go in" Pearl smiles sweetly and leads Trucy to the front desk.
Pearl draws two tickets from the sleeve of her kimono and places it on the desk. The clerk and her have a quick swap of words before Pearl gestures Trucy into the first part of the aquarium, a glass tunnel with fish swimming all around.
Pearl's eyes intently study the fish, they soon drift and widen in surprise at me just sitting on Trucy's shoulder.
"Eek! R-Rat!" Pearl pulls up one of her sleeves "Stay there, Trucy! I'll get it!" she lunges at me with her fist in a precise position to punch me in the snout.
"Ahhh! Don't hurt me!" I yell. I scuttle around Trucy's body and into the bumbag on her hip.
"Don't worry, Pearly! It's just my new pet, Magic!" laughs Trucy, pinching the scruff of my neck gently and setting me back on her shoulder.
Pearl inclines her head in thought, her eyes curiously examined me before giggling to herself quietly and reaching out to shake my paw.
"Sorry, Mr...?" she turns her head to Trucy who replies silently with a nod.
"Sorry, Mr Magic, allow me to make an introduction" Pearl bows respectfully "My name is Pearl Fey, I'm a spirit medium in training, how do you do?".
My eyes bulge, a freaking spirit medium in the flesh, was standing right in front of me and nearly squashed me. Better be a polite rat and reply.
"Err... Hi there Pearl, my name is Ma- Bobby Fulbright and... justice is really cool, y'know?".
Pearl points her index finger and I open my paw a little wider, we are reaching in for the handshake, I can practically already feel the warmth of her skin. My paw touches her first, and there's a sharp crackle in the air.
...And suddenly I find myself looking down on the handshake.
(W-Woah... What?!)
Pearl seems to have felt the shock too, she rears back, unnoticed by Trucy. Pearl blinks in surprise before reaching to complete the handshake once again.
But this time, my host is in control, and seems to have other ideas. My host absorbs the surrounding area before regarding Pearl's finger with hostility, soundlessly hissing and spitting. My host looks ready to flee, when a sudden screech frightens it enough to jump and land directly on Pearl's finger.
There's another crackle, and I'm alive again.
"How odd..." wordlessly mouths Pearl. I considered being jolted out of a rat's body and back way more odd then a pass of static electricity between beings.
"Aaaaaaaaaaawwwwww!" the high-pitch squeal of girly-ness cuts both mine and Pearl's thoughts.
We turn to find Trucy making baby-doll eyes at a rather arrogant penguin.
"Rifle...? Son of a gun, where are you hiding this time?" a gruff voice calls.
The penguin cries out and runs as fast as its little feet will take it, effectively removing itself from the presence of the voice.
After seconds of the slapping of sandals, the owner of the voice comes into view. He leans over and takes a few deep breaths of air before uprighting himself and turning to us.
"You there, magician's assistant, have you seen a penguin around here?" the owner of the voice asks.
If I had to use the shortest amount of words to describe this guy, it would be as 'too hard working'. He has deep bags under his eyes and out of control hair, a week-old stubble and a tattered lab coat with one of those heart-beat detection thingies that doctors use. Though, the most unusual thing on this guy was a penguin mask strapped to his head, which implied his involvement with the runaway penguin.
"It's not 'magician's assistant', it's a magician with the talents of a Gramyare!" Trucy ever-so-slightly brags.
"...Whatever, have you seen the penguin?".
"Yeah! The little cutie was standing right there until your yelling scared the poor penguie-pie away!".
"I dare you to call that expectant penguin 'poor' once you see how she treats me..." the doctor guy mutters.
"Alright, thanks" and with that, the man runs past us.
"Trucy, do you think you could get me some water? I am dehydrated" Pearl requests. I can't seem to put my claw on it, but there's something desperate about that.
"Just drink from the tanks!" jokes Trucy.
"Be right back!" Trucy takes of running in search of a tap.
The moment Trucy's whirling cape cannot be seen, Pearl snaps her head towards me with serious eyes.
"Magic..." she begins "I don't understand what happened there, but I suddenly felt a strong aura of spiritual energy burst from you".
Pearl checks her surroundings for eavesdroppers then continues.
"That aura I've felt before, the same feeling I get when a member of my village is channelling, the Kurain Channeling Technique".
Pearl rests her entire hand on my back, causing the familiar electrical shock. I'm looking down on her and my host.
"The power is there, but there is no channelling... I wonder..." Pearl rests her hand again, the zap occurs and I'm pushed back into a rat life.
"Magic, if you're human, can you please write your full name?" Pearl asks.
I feverishly look around, a spill of ketchup is enough to spell my name with, I dab my right front paw in it and begin with Pearl's gasps to work to.
BeBBy fULbrlGHT
The finished result isn't exactly pretty, but I had put my all into it.
"Bobby... Fulbright?" murmurs Pearl, I nod hastily.
"But how could an animal channel a human? Mystic Maya even told me..." she cuts off abruptly.
"Peaaaaaaarrrllllyyyy! I've got your drink!" Trucy dances over with a plastic cup filled to the brim with water, Pearl pretends to graciously accept the offering.
"Thank you, Trucy".
"Woah! Magic! Did you do this?!" Trucy exclaims, she crawls over to my ketchup writing.
"Blubby Fatbright..." Trucy reads, then she gives Pearl a quizzical look.
"What's a Blubby Fatbright?".
I crawl over to Trucy whilst Pearl coughs to stall time. I begin to crawl up Trucy's arm as Pearl speaks.
"Erm, Magic IS a rat... He is probably a beginner in English" Pearl lies.
BA-DUM
(What was that just now?!) I have this strange, tingly feeling and I develop suspicion in Pearl.
"Pearly, sorry, but can you repeat that?" Trucy suddenly requests.
Pearl raises her thumb to her mouth and looks off.
"Uhm, sure. Magic IS a ra-".
(W-What's going on?! I'm... so focused on Pearl right now!) My entire world seems to focus directly on Pearl. The background horribly distorts and my eyes are strained, I notice Pearl slightly biting down on her thumb.
"HOLD IT!" outbursts Trucy.
"When you began to say 'Magic is a rat', you bite your thumb in your mouth!" Trucy points out loudly, causing a few tourists to turn heads.
"Um, so what?" Pearl asks curiously.
"You're CLEARLY trying to hide something from me! Come on, spill!" Trucy drops the serious facade and bounces excitedly on the balls of her feet, I hurry up her body and onto her top hat to avoid slipping off.
"I-I have no idea what you're talking about...! And, erm, it's getting kinda late and the train to Kurain arrives in ten minutes..." rambles Pearl.
"Awwww! Can't you catch the next one?" Trucy whines childishly.
"The next one arrives at the same time tomorrow".
"You could sleep over!".
"I have early morning training".
"Oh, shoot" Trucy slumps herself in defeat "I've got nothing".
"Sorry, Trucy. I'll see you in a few days...?".
"If nothing pops up then yeah" Trucy reaches up and pokes me on the top of my head "I guess I better practise for tonight with Magic...".
"I'll see you soon, bye" Pearl bows before walking off to find the exit to the aquarium.
Trucy takes off her top hat and presses her face close to mine.
"Pearl was hiding something about you being a rat... and the condiment writing on the ground... Magic, if you wrote it, then what's a Blubby Fatbright? Or did I read it wrong? Was it Baby Fallbright?".
After a couple of moments of silence, Trucy sighs and seats her hat back atop her head.
"Either you can't understand me, or you're not listening. Let's just go home".
(I'm sorry Trucy, but if you knew I was human, you would freak out. I really need your father, the past-legend Phoenix Wright and your spirit-medium friend, Pearl to help me here...) I crawl down to her shoulder, where I hold an incredibly guilty look for the entire walk home.
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AN: I've been busy doing nothing. I know I know, that's a great excuse but honestly, I'm too lazy to do anything. But thanks for reading! Please review and thank you for NOT being lazy like I am and reading up to this point!