Ace Attorney: A Detective's Tale (Male Reader X Franziska Von Karma)

Chapter 1: Inspiration and Investigation

Timeskip 8 years later:

Y/N's POV:

It's been 8 years since the tragedy happened and Dick Gumshoe adopted me. He even lets me call him "Dad" now if I want to. He works on cases often, but he always tries to make time for me. I'd like to help him with his cases if I can, but I doubt he'd let me because I'm not a cop like he is. Not to mention most of them are classified. I keep asking him how I can be a detective, but he says I'm too young. I'm only Thirteen Years old!

Y/N: Dad's not home yet, he's probably working on another case. (sighs). Guess I'll play a game until he gets back.

I look through my games to see what I should play to pass time.

Y/N: Hmm, what to play? Fire Emblem? Kingdom Hearts? NieR? Fatal Frame? Harvest Moon? So many to choose from. Danganronpa maybe? No, I already finished that one.

Just as I was about to decide, I heard the door open. My adopted father came in the house looking exhausted.

Y/N: Hey dad, you took your sweet time. Another case?

Dick: Hey kiddo. Yeah, cases just keep popping in. When am I gonna catch a break?

He's been like this for a few years now. He's a homicide detective, so it makes sense that the Police Department would overload him with work. There are a lot of reasons for why I want to become a detective. One of them being to take some of the load off of Dick's shoulders. Another reason being to avenge my parents and everyone who died in the Hometown Tragedy. 

Y/N: I see. Well, have you eaten yet? If not, I can make you something.

Dick chuckled and patted my head.

Dick: That's sweet of you Y/N, but I ate earlier. (Yawn) Besides, I'm a little tired. We can eat takeout tomorrow if you want.

Y/N: Ah, alright then.

Dick: Cool. Well, I'm going to put these files on my desk, then head off to bed. Don't stay up too late alright Y/N?

I just noticed he's carrying files. How did I miss that?

Y/N: I won't, don't worry. Goodnight dad.

Dick: Goodnight kiddo.

Dick went upstairs to bed.

Y/N: (sigh) I wanted to ask about what it would take to be a detective, but I guess that will have to wait.

I then remembered those files he was carrying.

Y/N: Hmm. I wonder what kind of case he was working on. I want to help him, but I don't think he'll let me.

Now that I think about it, I wonder how comparable real cases are to Video Games I play and Crime Shows I watch. Then, an idea clicked in my head.

Y/N: This can either be a great idea, or a terrible idea.

I got up, and carefully snuck upstairs, doing my best to not make any sounds. I poked my head into Dick's room, he's out cold. His office is right next door to his room, so I slowly opened his office door. The lights and computer were still on, guess he was so tired that he forgot to turn them off. I slowly snuck in the office, sat at the desk, and took one of the files.

Y/N: Alright dad, let's see if all those times I've played detective games has paid off.

I opened the file, and I see the victim's autopsy report, their pictures, pictures of evidence, and other notes of the crime. There are also mugshots of potential suspects, and their backgrounds.