It was the day of Freddy's court hearing. For the occasion, all the animatronics were in suits (Chica the only one wearing a skirt). Freddy's being a misty grey, Bonnie's a wine red, Chica's a bottle green, Foxy's a navy blue, Springtrap's a bright yellow and BB a beige. The Marionette was too skinny to wear an actual suit so he just put on a red tie.

The animatronics and Mr. Davidson were in the waiting room, ready to be called in.

"You ready, Freddy?" Mr. Davidson asked as he adjusted his own tie.

"Were you able to get Phoenix Wright as my lawyer?" Freddy asked with a face of childlike hope and innocence.

"I'm afraid that while he was able to become a lawyer again, he had hit the grape juice too hard when I went into his office. His office was trashed and he was wearing a beanie hat like a pair of tighty whities while he sang the theme song to 'Kingdom Hearts II' in the Latvian language." Mr. Davidson frowned in confusion. "I didn't even know he spoke Latvian. The money spent going to Japan would have been a waste if it wasn't for the great food and hentai."

"So I'm screwed?" Freddy looked very downtrodden before Mr. Davidson said,

"Not necessarily. We were able to get his third cousin twice removed; Pigeon Dwrong."

"… Hi-his name's Pigeon Drwong?" Chica repeated, not hiding her clear disbelief.

"Yeup! And he's cheap too," Mr. Davidson said with a bright smile. "I just had to pay him 200 US dollars and a half eaten pudding cup. A real bargain, huh?"

"I already think I would have been better off defending myself."

"Considering what we know so far, I actually want to agree with you," Chica muttered. Freddy beamed at her, happy she agreed with him for once.

"I'm here!" a nasally sounding voice sounded out and a man wearing a Team Flare suit (because bitch, they're fabulous) whose entire head had so much hair that it looked like his entire head was on big afro, with no sign of the face, ears or neck anywhere. There was also a strong smell of expired milk off of him.

"… You're Pigeon Dwrong?" Freddy asked in great disappointment. He was so screwed.

"That I am, sonny!" Pigeon confirmed eagerly. "And don't you worry! I'll keep you from being executed or I'm not related to Phoenix-grape-juice-drinker-Wright!"

"EXECUTION?!"

"Actually, I think he's just facing jail time," Mr. Davidson corrected, his smile not faltering for even a second.

"Uh… Whose trial is this again?" asked Pigeon.

"It's Freddy Fazbear's."

"Oh, from Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria?" Pigeon began to sound cheerful. "What a coincidence! I had a brother who said he was going there to work as a night guard after moving to America. Haven't heard from him in years though. You didn't happen to see him, did you? His name was Canary Dwrong."

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. Oh, they remembered Canary. He didn't even last the first two hours since he decided to just get up and walk to the bathroom before being caught by Freddy himself. Springtrap was the only one not sure why no one was answering, and Pigeon was just completely oblivious.

Talk about an awkward moment. It was almost as bad as the time they found out Phil was Samuel Ellis' kid (or Phone Guy, as people who have only listened to his phone calls know him as).

"He never showed up for work, and last I heard he walks the streets of Hollywood as a prostitute," Mr. Davidson explained.

"Huh. That's odd," said Pigeon, not sounding as concerned as he probably should have.

"How so?" Chica asked while Freddy was innocently not looking at the brother of a man he killed years ago.

"Well he didn't care much for Hollywood! Why would he become a prostitute there?"

"… More rich people to get money from?" Mr. Davidson filled in. Pigeon held a hand to… where his chin possibly was, and stroked it in thought.

"… Alright, good enough for me. Now, just allow me have my lunch, and we'll go to court." Pigeon opened his briefcase and took out a baloney sandwich and began to eat it with his mouth open. How did they know his mouth was open? Because food either stuck to his hair or fell to the floor, much to Chica's disgust.

"… So, is everyone born into your family named after birds?" asked a curious Mr. Davidson.

"Pretty much. It's usually for the men though. After all, what's manlier then a bird? But women can have bird names too."

Meanwhile, Chica was whispering to Freddy while throwing nervous glances towards Pigeon.

"We're going to have to pay him extra, you know that, right?"

"I know that," Freddy hissed.

"Freddy do something bad to lawyer's brother?" Springtrap asked as he tilted his head to the side. Chica sighed and nodded her head.

"You can say that."

"Freddy go to jail?"

"I won't go to jail," Freddy snapped. He calmed down a bit and gave what could he considered to be a charming a smile. In reality though, it just looked creepy. "How can they when I'm so charismatic?"

"You're as charismatic as a lightbulb," Marionette stated.

"Shut up, you stalker!"

"I'm not a stalker!"

Eventually though, it was time to go inside the courtroom. It was packed and everyone sat in their appropriate seats. The judge soon came in and everyone rose (including Freddy after Chica poked his back and hissed at him to stand up) before seating again.

"Okay, listen everyone," said the Judge, an old looking man whose beard was dyed the seven colours of the rainbow while the hair on his head remained grey. "First of all, before anyone asks, the beard was from last night. I got crunk with some friends and they dared me to do this and it won't come out yet. Also if anyone knows an Anthony Kowalski, about my age with blue skin due to his liquid silver drinking habit, please let him know that if he doesn't give me the nude picture of his wife like I was promised for doing this, I will have him charged with murder. What murder you ask? Just murder in general. I'm a judge, and I say that if he's charged with something, he's charged. Also-."

"S-sir?" one of the officer's present spoke up in a high pitched voice. "Shouldn't we focus on the trial?"

The elderly Judge looked sharply to the officer.

"Are you say my bet isn't important? Do I have to charge you with murder?"

"No, sir, I'm just-."

"I'm the Judge. Shut up."

"We may be in the clear! He's senile!" Freddy almost squealed in joy as he looked to the judge.

"Or it will work against you," Chica told him, not hiding the slight sneer in her tone.

"We'll see about that, Chica. We'll see."

"Okay, so let's see what we have here." The Judge picked up a file and hummed merrily to himself as he looked over. "Hmmmmmmm… Well, well Mr. Fazbear. It's seems that you have been a very naughty bear," the Judge scolded as though Freddy was a child. "Assault. Drinking in public. Public indecency. Possible murder. Why, I have half a mind to give you a very bad spanking, young man. With a cricket bat. In fact, that's your punishment."

"Sir," drawled the boring voice of the prosecutor. Early thirties, grey hair and with a constantly bored expression on his face. "While Freddy Fazbear is clearly guiltier than the man who over charged me for waxing my back, we do need to look at the evidence first."

"Who are you?" Pigeon asked the Prosecutor, on behalf of those who did not know him.

"I," the prosecutor continued to drawl, though now he attempted to sound more important and prestigious. But, he sounded like a total dick. "Am the half-perfect clone of Miles Edgeworth. Inches Dullworthless."

"'Half-perfect'?"

"I have his intelligence but not his good looks."

"So, our lawyer and you are nothing but cheap knockoffs of Wright and Edgeworth?" Inches glared at Freddy for his remark.

"Maybe Pigeon there is, but I'm half-perfect. That's a half more than him!"

"I'm not a knock off!" Pigeon exclaimed in an indignant voice. "I looked up on how to be a lawyer and some basic laws a full two hours before getting the bus to this courthouse!" Foxy frowned as he heard that, although he was the first to notice the major problem.

"Wait, then then that means… You're not an actual lawyer?" Foxy asked as Freddy's eyes widened.

"Not at all," Pigeon had no shame in admitting, and even sounded cheerful. "Mr. Davidson there just found me while I was going to visit Phoenix so I could ask him money to use for my coconut addiction. Two hundred dollars and a pudding cup was more than worth coming here today. It even gave me a chance to use my Team Flare cosplay outfit!" Mr. Davidson cleared his throat.

"Yes, about that… I got hungry waiting for you and…"

"Why did Miles Edgeworth make a clone to begin with?" Chica suddenly asked Inches. Not just out of confusion, but to also try and keep the crazy and insanity as organised as possible. "What does that gain him?"

"He wanted to continue making money, but also wanted to spend more time trying to find all the Vivillon in Pokemon X through trade and bribery. So I was made to do all the hard work while he found all of those colourful little devils in disguise. I'm also hoping that this will win Daddy Edgeworth's love eventually."

"No one cares about your daddy problems, Pinches," said the Judge as he rolled his eyes. Inches cringed a little. For some reason, the Judge pronounced his name 'Pinches'. Correction had been tried, but was useless at this stage. "And are we still doing that evidence thing? I thought I just had to hear people out and then just said what would happen."

"No, sir. You have to listen to evidence and then give a sentence," explained another officer. "And it's supposed to be at least some form of jail time, according to the file."

"But I wanna go home and watch 'Game of Thrones'," the Judge whined.

"I've checked the TV guide, and it's just a repeat."

"Damn it," the Judge cursed. "Fine. Let's just… Do this super lame trial, or whatever. Say what you want to, Pinches, but make it snappy."

The prosecutor ignored the misnaming and cleared his throat.

"Everyone in the jury, Judge, people who have nothing better to do than watch a trial" he began. "Anyone with common sense could tell you that Freddy was guilty without even having to look at him. He drinks, he twerks, he's violent, he had his middle name briefly changed to 'fucking' before changing it back to 'Francisco' and he's possibly even bigoted towards humans to the point of murder. He's attempting to make twerking of all things an Olympic sport, and have been rumours of him being verbally and even physically abusive towards his co-workers. And worst of all, he used a word made up by 4Kids for their 'One Piece' dub, 'pew-mans', as a derogatory term towards people."

"IT WAS ONE TIME!" Freddy yelled in desperation, leaning forward at the table he sat at and only being held back by Pigeon. "ONE TIME, AND IT SLIPPED OUT! AND THAT PERSON WAS BEING RACIST FIRST AND SAYING I SHOULD GO BACK TO THE WOODS AND EAT HONEY! AND HE SMELLED TOO!"

"We are witnessing his obvious temper problem right now," Inches went on as he gestured to the animatronic bear. "He needs to be put away. Reason one, because it is my duty as Miles Edgewoth's half-perfect clone to put scum away in the Big House. Reason two, it's just plain common sense Freddy should be in jail. Reason Three, if I fail, daddy won't love me. And finally, reason four, Freddy has let down the children by letting himself go like this. He has become a bad role model, and he needs to be taken care of for the sake of children everywhere. We can still save them from Freddy."

"Oh man, this guy's good!" Pigeon exclaimed. Underneath the hair surrounding his head, his eyes were wide in awe. "Man… All those words, descriptions and reasons… I'd hate to be against him."

"You are," Mr. Davidson told him, his smile a little forced this time.

"… Oh…"

"And so," Inches began to end his speech. "I am hopeful that justice shall be served today, and Freddy Francisco Fazbear shall be locked up. That is all."

"Oh my GOD, you're boring," moaned the Judge. He had his arms folded where he sat and had been resting his head on them as though taking a nap. "I said snappy, not a long-winded speech that would come from a boring college professor." The Judge grabbed a pen and wrote something down. "You're losing ten points for that."

"What?!" Inches looked shocked. "But-."

"YES!" Freddy exclaimed before pointing a finger at Inches. "In your damn FACE, bitch!"

"You're losing eleven points for speaking up."

"But I-."

"Shut up," Pigeon told him quickly. "If you lose us points, I won't be able to trade any in for a vacation to Lanzarote!"

"Mr. Worthless, please sit down," Judge told him.

"It's Dullworthless," Inches tried to correct but the Judge just didn't really care.

"Whatever, just sit. Now, what does the Defence have to say in regards to the Prosecution?"

Pigeon poured himself a glass of water took a small sip from it before standing up. He brushed his sleeves off and adjusted his shirt and suit jacket. He then looked up, and said five simply words with clear confidence.

"We plead guilty, your honour!"

"NO!" Freddy yelled in a panic before pulling Pigeon down. "INNOCENT! WE PLEAD INNOCENT! I'M INNOCENT!"

"What the hell was that?!" Mr. Davidson looked at Pigeon like he had just been sucker punched in the face. "You're supposed to DEFEND Freddy! Not give up on him!"

"Didn't you hear what Dullworthless said?!" Pigeon exclaimed in surprise. "He said Freddy did that stuff, so he has to go to jail!"

"I'm innocent, Sweeney damn it!" Freddy snapped.

"Yeah, and the Marionette doesn't have an unhealthy obsession with Lizzy," Foxy muttered under his breath.

"It's not unhealthy!" Marionette snapped as he grabbed Foxy by his throat and proceeded to strangle him.

"Freddy go to jail?" Springtrap asked innocently.

"I'M NOT GOING TO JAIL! STOP ASKING!" Freddy yelled at him. Springtrap whimpered and cuddled onto Bonnie in fear as his eyes began to leak oil, while Bonnie shakily patted his back to comfort the terrified animatronic.

"WE PLEAD INNOCENT!" Freddy yelled up at the Judge. The Judge held his hands together and looked down at Freddy before speaking sagely, like the last warning for a player to get ready before facing the final boss,

"Are you sure this is what you want? Once you confirm it, you cannot stop until the end. Except for bathroom and lunch breaks. But that's just pausing. And depending how long this trial goes on for, we may even have to have a slumber party here since I'm banned from the nearest hotel for shoving the Manager's grandmother down thirty flights of stairs because she was in the way of me and the hookers I paid, and my room. But to get back to the point. Is innocent, your final answer?"

"Damn straight, it is," Freddy confirmed, showing little fear. The Judge then broke into a loud witch-like cackle.

"THEN LET THE TRIAL BEGIN!"