Everyone was staring at the Judge as he continued to cackle, having not stopped since he yelled 'LET THE TRIAL BEGIN!'

During this overdone cackling, Foxy was busy playing 'Cookie Clicker' on his phone, Bonnie and Springtrap were sitting cross-legged from one another and playing patty cake (during which, Springtrap was giggling in happiness), was casually playing with a deck of poker cards, Marionette was filling his fingertips and Pigeon was playing 'Candy Crush' on his phone. Freddy, Chica, Mr. Davidson and Inches were the only ones paying any attention to the Judge.

"Ah ha… Ah ha… Ah ha…" the Judge finally slowed to a small chuckle. "I haven't laughed that hard since they tried to tell me that the Earth revolves around the sun. Everyone know that the Earth is the centre of the universe." One of the bailiffs present didn't agree however.

"Um, sir-?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Yes sir!"

"Now then, since we've heard the Prosecution's lame and boring speech-."

"HEY!"

"-And we've established how much the Defence lawyer sucks-."

"I don't suck!"

"-Let's get this trial party rolling!" the Judge clapped his hands together. "Where do we start?" Inches cleared his throat and held up a folder.

"Well sir, we were able to contact at least three ex-employees who worked as night guards and convinced them to come in today, as well as the current night and days guards to testify."

"Ha! Morons! Lizzy and those other guards will be vouching for us!" Freddy said smugly. The others however only gave looks that altogether made it clear that they did not agree with Freddy. Even the smile Mr. Davidson had been keeping on his face had faltered.

Lizzy was called to the stand first, wearing a lilac suit jacket and mini-skirt as well as a white shirt. She looked very uninterested as she waited to be asked questions. Looking up to the Judge though, Lizzy threw him a grin and waved.

"Hey, Pablo."

"Hey, Lizzy girl!" the Judge waved back with a grin of his own. "Crazy party last night, huh?"

"You know it, man. You know it."

"Is it good or bad that they know each other?" Pigeon asked thoughtfully.

"Um… Aren't you suppose to know that?" Mr. Davidson asked with a tiny frown.

"He isn't a real lawyer, remember?" Chica pointed out in a sneering tone while Pigeon nodded in agreement, appearing quite happy.

"So, Ms. Parker… What can you tell us about your first meeting with Freddy and his behaviour from what you have observed overall?" Inches asked Lizzy. Lizzy stopped grinning as her conversation with the Judge ended, and answered in quite a blunt tone,

"He wanted to murder me in cold blood by shoving me into one of those spare animatronic suits in Parts and Services."

"LIES!" Freddy stood up from his chair, but Pigeon, Chica and Mr. Davidson grabbed onto him to keep him from doing more. "THAT WITCH HAS TORMENTED AND MOCKED US NEARLY EVERYDAY AT THE PIZZERIA! SHE SHOVED A FAN UP MY ASS AND A BAT DOWN MY THROAT!"

"It was self-defence."

"WHAT?!"

"Self-defence," Lizzy repeated with a firm nod. "He was shaking his ass in my line of sight, far too close for my liking to the point where I felt violated. Action had to be taken."

"And his behaviour overall?" Inches asked as Freddy was trying to fight against everyone's hold.

"He a drunken bastard in the middle of a midlife-crisis," Lizzy told them, her tone not changing. "He can't accept that he's the least popular out of everyone despite the pizzeria being named after him. Hell, BB gets more attention than him and it's more out of hate. Freddy's just sort of that guy in class you at least know the name of. But the people around him, whether they're douchebags or decent people, are way more interesting."

"SLANDER! EVERYONE LOVES ME!"

"Hmm, does the Defence wish to cross examine?" asked the Judge as he stroked his colourful beard. Pigeon shoved a hand into the hair surrounding his head. Was he… Stroking his chin perhaps? It could have been that since he had yet to say anything, but there was nothing to guarantee that. Inches meanwhile took advantage of Pigeon's silence and thought to himself, trying to think of a way to ruin cross examination.

"Um… Shouldn't you say yes?" Freddy asked his lawyer, looking nervously to the Judge for a brief moment. "I mean, the answer is pretty obvious."

"But what would happen if I said no and looked to see what happens?" he asked in a curious tone, everyone looking at him with various looks of disbelief (except for Springtrap who didn't understand due to his naivety). During this, Inches was thinking to himself as he stroked his own chin.

'Okay, so what do I do? Even with that testimony, I have to stop the cross examination from ruining it. But how? What would daddy do? Hmm…'

"Stop calling me daddy. We're not like Phoenix and Trucy."

"No, besides that," Inches muttered to himself, trying to forget that memory of what Edgeworth said to his face last week.

"If you ever see Damon Gant, just run. I've heard he made half the prisoners in jail his prison bitches. Don't try swimming away from him, either. Water is his element, and he'll catch you in seconds before showing you why it's ''better' under the sea."

"No, not that either," Inches shook his head with a frown.

"Remember. Cross examinations are your enemies when it comes to the Defence. You have to make sure they are damaged at any cost. Also if the judge is old, try and use that to your advantage. Old judges tend to be senile from my experience. They also favour grey haired people like us since they apparently 'sympathise' with their fellow grey haired men."

Of course, that's it!

"OKAY, I GOT IT!" Pigeon suddenly shouted, raising his hand up while Freddy, the boss and other animatronics gave a sigh of relief and mutters of 'about time'. "We want to-."

"OBJECTION!"

All eyes were on Inches who looked smugly up to the Judge.

"But your Honour… They already DID cross examination."

"They… The Defence did?" the Judge frowned. "Are you sure? I'm pretty sure they didn't."

"They did your honour," Inches insisted in a smooth tone. "In fact, they're just trying to take advantage of you being older so that they can make stuff up. They don't care that grey hair like ours shows our wisdom."

"They what?!" Judge gasped and glared down at the Defence. "How dare you think so little of my intelligent grey hair, you ageists!"

"But I…" Pigeon said weakly before the Judge began writing something down.

"You lose another ten points."

"Aw, but he-!"

"Another ten!"

"Damn it!" Pigeon slammed his hands on the table like a petulant child. "Now I'll never get a chance to win a trip to the Earth's centre at this stage!"

"FORGET THAT!" Freddy yelled, a scared look creeping onto his face. "THEY'RE NOT LETTING YOU BREAK DOWN LIZZY'S TESTIMONY!"

"Well she can't be lying anyway. I don't see any Psyche-Locks," Pigeon replied back with a small shrug.

"Don't you need magatama for that?" asked Chica, looking almost as worried as Freddy, albeit keeping it together much better in comparison.

"… Oh."

Inches on the other hand looked up to the ceiling with a rather pleased and peaceful expression. Light shone down on him in a style befitting an anime or an anime-esque style cartoon. It was a bit dramatic (in the bad sense), but nothing could bring Inches down.

"I followed your advice, daddy," Inches spoke softly as he continued staring at the ceiling in peace. "I did it for you. I know that wherever you are right now, you're proud of me."

Meanwhile, in Saint Lucia…

It was night time and in a warehouse. In the centre of it, tied to a chair and under a single light was a person native to the country. He was beaten up pretty badly, bruises on his face and blood from his lips. Sitting on a table in front of him, was a Nintendo 3DS, on and open showing the title screen of 'Pokemon Y' on front.

"I've asked you once, and I'll ask again…"

Stepping into the light was a man in his mid-twenties to mid-thirties. His once formal suit looked tattered at the ends, and his pristine white cravat was now tinged yellow. He wore a black eyepatch over one eye and a single lit cigarette hung loosely from his lips. Even if all those strange things were gone, the fact that he had grey hair at his age would still have made him look odd.

"Trade me, the Archipelago Vivillon. Now."

"Bu-but you're only giving me a Pikachu for it!" the tied down man cried out.

"So what? Everyone loves Pikachu."

"I hate them!"

"You… You WHAT?!"

"They're over hyped!" the man went on. "They're not that great or that cute!"

PUNCH!

"You, bastard!" the smoking man growled after throwing that punch. "I'm offering a perfectly cute female Pikachu, and you say THAT to my FACE?!"

"Sir?" a voice called from the side. "Mr. Edgeworth, sir?"

"What is it Gumshoe?" Edgeworth looked to his partner in crime. Gumshoe stood in his spot in discomfort. He didn't see why he and Edgeworth had to do any of these extremes.

"Can't you just put up a Vivillon on Global Trade Station? Or just wonder trade until you get-?"

"NO!" Edgeworth snapped in fury. "Wonder Trade takes too long and I always get one I already have when I use either of them! Even when I request a SEPCIFIC goddamn Vivillon!"

"But Mr. Edgeworth-."

"Don't make me get the tagliatelle!"

Gumshoe sniffled and held his head down low. He didn't like the tagliatelle.

"I'll… I'll be good, sir."

"Good," Edgeworth nodded and took a cup of tea out of hammer space. "Now rough him up again."

"O-okay…" Reluctantly, Gumshoe walked over to where the tied man was and raised a fist. "I'm sorry, pal."

"Why are you doing this?!" the man cried out to Edgeworth.

"Because…" Edgeworth paused and sipped his tea. "Only two things matter to me. Winning cases, and collecting every Vivillon type in existence."

PUNCH!

"I will collect them all."

Back to the trial…

"I know he's thinking of me fondly," Inches said to himself with a serene smile, looking quite at peace with himself.

"So do you have another witness or what?" the Judge asked as Lizzy got off the stand.

"Oh, of course! I call…"

Mike Schmidt.

"So what was your last experience with the Defendant, Mr. Schmidt?" Inches asked Mike. Mike looked somewhere between his thirties and forties, with streaks of grey in his brown hair and tears coming down his eyes. Seeing the animatronics for the first time since he first worked and left the pizzeria in 1993 brought back bad memories.

"Fre-Freddy was about to jump on me so he could stuff me into a suit," Mike sniffled. "And he called me a pew-man."

"That never happened!" Freddy insisted, the hope in his eyes dying by the second.

"And he also made me arm wrestle him and broke my arm. BEFORE we played. Bonnie said he wanted the edge to win even though he was already stronger than me."

"Traitor!" Freddy turned his head around sharply to hiss towards Bonnie.

"I-it was just telling the truth," Bonnie whimpered in fear.

"I'll deal with you later."

Jeremy Fitzgerald.

"He's a bastard," Jeremy told everyone with a slight sneer as he sat in the witness stand. "All of them are, the murderous fuckers. Especially YOU FOXY!"

Jeremy shot up, pulling a shotgun from his coat and pointing it towards Foxy. Foxy looked terrified and jumped up from his seat. Hand and hook in the air.

"Je-Jeremy, lad, it was an accident, I swear!"

"I LOST MY ADORABLE SHYNESS BECAUSE OF YOU BITING MY FRONTAL LOBE!" Jeremy roared. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH SWEET PITY-THE-SHY-GUY LOVE I'VE LOST BECAUSE OF YOU?!"

"I LOST SOMETHING TOO!" Foxy snapped back. Jeremy frowned, appearing to calm down (albeit not by much) and lowered the shotgun a little as he asked,

"What did you lose?"

"What did I lose?" Foxy repeated in a sombre tone. "I'll tell you what I lost. The love and respect of my friends, and fans, and basic dignity and kindness. You have suffered Freddy, yes. But I cannot escape him like you. I am abused by him constantly, and used as nothing more but a tool by him.

"I miss the love. I miss the kindness. I miss being treated with some goddamn respect. They're allowing them to walk around during the day, but they haven't even fixed my suit let alone let me go outside! So yes. I have suffered like you."

There was silence on the courtroom, and all eyes were on Foxy and Jeremy. Jeremy simply stared at the fox animatronic for what felt like eternity, before glaring again and raising the gun.

"MY PROBLEM'S MORE SERIOUS!"

BANG!

Foxy barely dodged the bullet which flew straight through a clown's rainbow afro (the clown himself had gotten lost and somehow mistook a courthouse for a comedy club) and embedded into the wall behind him.

"Uh oh!" Foxy looked to his friends desperately. "A little help?"

"After you bad mouthed me? Hell no, Judas!" Freddy snapped before shoving Foxy into the hallway. "Jeremy!" Freddy pointed towards Foxy while looking towards the shotgun wielder. "Feel free to kill him!"

Jeremy looked to Freddy with a simple stare, before giving a sagely nod.

"This is the one good thing you have ever done."

Jeremy cocked his shotgun again and aimed towards Foxy. Foxy gulped and turned around to run, Jeremy quickly jumping over the witness stand and running straight after the fleeing animatronic.

"Run, bitch!" Freddy yelled at Jeremy as he ran after Foxy. Said animatronic ran towards the doors and left the courtroom, Jeremy not too far behind."

Everyone in the room stared towards the doors in silence, the faint sounds of Jeremy cursing Foxy could be heard gradually fading away.

"… SEE! I did something good! Jeremy said so!" Freddy suddenly said as he folded his arms and flashed a cheeky grin towards everyone. How could they argue against that?"

"He just shoved Foxy in front of a gun, your Honour," Inches was quick to say.

"Noted," the Judge nodded in agreement, and Freddy cursed.

Fritz Smith.

Fritz, a man in his fifties wearing a faded green beanie hat and looked about as interested in this as Lizzy, sat in the witness stand.

"So, Mr. Fitz," Inches began in a drawl. "What can you tell us about Freddy?"

"He wanted to solicit sex from me in exchange for tickets for the prize corner."

"THAT'S A GODDAMN LIE!" Freddy slammed his hands on the defence table and glared at Fitz. "Maybe there's a little truth to some of the others things the others said, even if greatly exaggerated, but I never came onto you! It's the Marionette that's a humaphile!"

Shocking as it was, Freddy actually wasn't lying this time. Fitz just decided since he disliked Freddy so much, he may as well paint him in a bad light. Not like anything would change.

"A what?" the Judge blinked down in confusion.

"A humaphile," Freddy repeated with a nod. "It's like how people want to fuck us, instead it's the Marionette here that wants to fuck people."

"Is this true?!" the Judge gave the Marionette a look of contempt. "Like hell am I allowing a non-human come for our human women and gays! I'll see to it that any non-human who wants sex with a human is executed on the spot and posed in a very embarrassing and humiliating position for ALL to see! I'll take it to D. C!"

"YOU'LL NEVER STOP MY LOVE!" proclaimed the Marionette loudly as he stood up with no shame. "I'LL FIGHT YOU, OLD MAN!"

"Bring it, you little-!"

"Your Honour, the trial," Inches reminded. The Judge went silent but glared at the Marionette.

"Humaphile."

"Bigot!"

Golden Freddy.

"He's a little shit," a bandaged covered Goldie simply said as he stood in the witness stand. "Feel free to throw him in a cell with a guy who makes everyone his prison bitch."

"Why Uncle Goldie, Why?!" Freddy whimpered as he looked to the cruel bear. Goldie looked to Freddy with a sneer.

"For not warning me about Lizzy, you little prick! Now I'm covered in bandages because I'm caught between second and third degree burns!" Freddy winced at his uncle's sharp tone. "I… I can't even remember how that psycho even did it! I remember gum was involved, but how the hell can gum be kindling for fire?!"

BANG!

Everyone looked to the doors of the courtroom to see two beings run inside. The first was Foxy, dressed in typical Catholic nun clothes while a teddy bear head was caught in his hook. The one running behind him, Jeremy, wore a pink sombrero as he clutched his shotgun tightly.

"GET BACK HERE!"

"Leave me alone!" Foxy wailed as he ran down the aisle.

BANG!

The doors slammed open again and a little girl of about four ran in a sailor dress ran in with a headless teddy bear.

"He decapitated my teddy!"

BANG!

A Mother Superior came in through the doors, wielding a metal ruler that was still glowing with heat from being in a fire for so long. Strangely, she did not look to be in pain.

"Get that fox pervert here, now!" she snapped in a strong Irish accent, spit flying out her mouth. "He stole one of the robes of me nuns!"

BANG!

An oddly muscular girl wearing a girl scout's uniform came in, holding a box of cookies.

"Buy my cookies!" she roared while walking down the aisle. "Buy my cookies!"

"What the hell's going on?" Pigeon asked Mr. Davidson in confusion.

"I honestly have no idea."

Foxy meanwhile was continuing to run from Jeremy, but stopped in front of the Judge's stand before looking around for some place to escape. Spotting the window, Foxy made a dash in that directly and jumped through the glass causing many pieces to fall to the floor.

"You can't escape me!" Jeremy jumped through the window.

"Give back teddy's head!" The four year old girl jumped out the window.

"I'll be ye raw with this ruler!" The nun jumped out the window.

"Buy my cookies!" The muscular girl jumped and slammed the box she was carrying on the Judge's desk.

"What flavour are they, little girl?" asked the Judge, sweetly and with a kind smile.

"Rainbow flavour!"

"How much?"

"Five dollars a bag!"

"Here you go." The Judge handed over the money and received a bag of rainbow cookies.

"Thank you!" The girl grabbed the box and walked towards the broken window, repeatedly roaring for people to buy her cookies before jumping out the broken window as the Judge ate his cookies.

Phil Ellis.

"Freddy's pretty irresponsible," Phil said with a small nod from the witness stand. "He doesn't know when to separate his personal time from work time. It makes things difficult. A lot."

"Can you tell this court how?" asked Inches.

"Well he drinks during work."

"I need it!" Freddy insisted, but he was ignored.

"And he's pretty uncaring too," Phil added. "I mean, he let Foxy murder my dad when I was six, he gave that old lady a heart attack by twerking in front of her, and he's verbally and physically abusive to nearly everyone. He's a real hazard."

"Hmm, that is all pretty damning evidence." The Judge wiped cookie crumbs off his beard and looked to the Defence. "You guys want to say anything?"

"… Is it too late to change our stance to guilty?"

"WE'RE NOT CHANGING TO GUILTY!" Freddy yelled, looking at his lawyer in disbelief.

"Aw, c'mon," Pigeon whined. "Just plead guilty."

"No!"

"Your Honour," a bailiff spoke up, holding a phone in hand. "It's your wife. Says it's important."

"Tell that pig sow I'm busy," Judge grunted. The bailiff frowned, almost looking uncertain before he said,

"But she said that if you didn't answer now, there was going to be another attempted castration on you."

"Goddamn it," Judge muttered before looking to Defence, Prosecution and audience. "Word of advice; never marry a prostitute. They're fucking nuts. Anyway, we're taking a half hour recess since that's how long it should take for me to talk to her, drink, cry about never going to Vegas and then drink some more. Until all of that is done, case is adjourned."