Manfred just finished a harrowing trial competing against his rival: Phoenix Wright. Sadly though, the verdict given was not guilty. He was ashamed. He'd lost 3 trials in a row to the novice attorney. A novice attorney who's only been in the courtroom for less than 2 years. Manfred lay in his room, reading through the case file, wondering how he could've lost to such an... odd man. After a couple hours of self-loathing, he got a phone call from a fellow prosecutor, y/n. Oh how he despised them. "What is it?" He said. "Umm w-well... I just needed help with a case... and I-I was wondering if you could help since your so... experienced." Y/n said. They had such a cute manner of speaking. "I suppose..." I said hesitantly. "THANK YOUU SOOOOO MUCH MR VON KARMA!!! I'll see you at 5:00!!" They then hung up on me. It was 4:30 and they expect me to get ready AND be at their office by 5?? I hurriedly buttoned my coat and ran out the door.
As I got into their office, they were scrambling to dust off all the books on their shelf and whatnot. "Oh! Hello Mr. von Karma! I was just getting ready. S-So the case is about a man who's definitely guilty of murdering another man. Actually, the case files are right here!!" They said cutely. I read through the case file. Good lord was it brutal. "Who's the defense?" I asked, hoping for.. him. "This guy who kinda looks like sonic. Something Wright I think?"
That dreaded man. Corrupting such a sweet lady. "I can help you through the trial if you'd like." I said shyly. They said yes. I'd finally obliterate that man in court. I gave Y/n a run through on what it means to be a prosecutor, yet they seemed off. After that, I left them to themself. Oh how I didn't want to. The way they speak is just so heavenly. But I had to go to the detention center to work out a deal. The defendant, Gate Wink van Fairy III seemed reasonable. 100000 dollars for him to testify against himself sounded astonishing.
Detention Center
I was at the detention center working out the deal with Mr. van Fairy until I heard... him. That. porcupine haired freak. But he was talking with someone. Maybe it's that petite girl he's always around. But I couldn't really tell if it was even a girl. I spaced out. I must leave at once! I thought to myself. Then I realized... he was talking with Y/n. What's Y/n doing discussing, no, compromising with a defense attorney??? As I left the room, I overheard Wright saying something. "So the ropes of being a defense lawyer are fairly simple..." I didn't dare hear the rest. Y/n... a defense attorney? No. Impossible. I'm not sure why this hurt so much. I just... need to lay down.
