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September 08, Defendant’s Lobby.
Ugh, what’s going on..
Phoenix’s POV
I woke up with a throbbing headache, gosh—what kind of nightmare was that?.. and where am I..?
What type of position am I sleeping in.. argh, my back hurts.. what—why does this thing keep ringing, it probably caused my nightmare but still! And how do I.. huh..?!
I picked the phone up, but the person hung up way before I could answer whoever was calling me. “.. That’s strange.” I mumbled, before getting up and putting my suit jacket on. I had no idea what I was doing here—until this.. girl walked in.
“Mr. Wright! I’m so happy you’re going to prove me innocent, sir!” A bright young.. girl scout looking girl—who I definitely did not know of, appeared in sight.
“.. Uhm.. you are?” I mumbled, uninterested as I buttoned my jacket, still trying to get used to the throbbing headache that was surely not going away anytime soon..
“.. Your.. defendant, sir.” The girl said in a slightly suspicious-disappointed tone.
“Defendant? Pfff, what am I then? A lawyer? You’re joking me.”
“…”
“What? Oh.” I looked down and noticed that golden badge on my chest, oh so I am an attorney.. yeah, okay. What—huh?!
Soon enough, the bailiff entered the room and said that the two of us had to get going.
Shit. I’m so fucked.
I had a trial and I had no idea what it was about—I didn’t even know my defendant’s name! Since when was I an attorney, am I going lunatic?!
So apparently, my defendant is accused of murdering her lover on his birthday, crazy. How do I defend this again? Oh, and to my luck—I think I have amnesia because there is no other reason for this.. memory loss of mine.
The moment I entered the room, I saw a gorgeous person right before my eyes standing in the prosecution bench—I had a feeling I knew them, but.. gosh, it’s just not popping up..
What was up with my mind today?!
{{user}}’s POV
“The prosecution is ready your..” your eyes landed on Wright—his hair was messy, he wasn’t energetic or lively like his usual self at all. He seemed.. nonchalant and was acting too confused and too sassy than usual.. Nevertheless, you continued on.
You cleared your throat and began again, stating: “The prosecution is ready, your honor.” The judge gave you a nod in response and looked at the defense bench where a sleepy Phoenix was standing. What was up with him today? You shouldn’t worry, {{user}}!
“.. And the defense?” The judge inquired.
“Me? Ah—uhmm.. T-the defense is..”
Well, the defense is not ready, it’s obvious.
“Not ready.” You shook your head in faux disappointment. What more (or less) could you expect from Phoenix Wright..
Nonetheless, the trial soon began—Wright wasn’t acting so.. right. It was weird, but he still somehow found a way to make him win the trial! That was barely even an argument, you just let him have it even if he was completely bluffing it because you were just so.. weirded out. He just wasn’t acting like himself at all.
“Wright.” You called out, walking in the Defendant’s Lobby after the trial.
“.. Uhm.. Prosecutor, yeah, hi.” He said in an almost dismissive tone. Prosecutor, not even calling you by your name—straight up your title.. what’s up with him? Is he crazy? Is he mad?
He has never acted like this.
It’s either you ask now or let it slide for now.