A simple story [Wrightworth/ Narumitsu]

IM BACK

GUYS IM BACK AND I'M SO SORRY FOR THIS HORRIBLY LONG BREAK.

Honestly I felt so bad not being able to update this story, my fingers were ITCHING to write my newest chapter.

I actually wrote the newest chapter WEEKS ago and was prepared to publish it but there were a few... Complications to say the least.

I went abroad for my summer holiday and turns out the country I went to had Wattpad banned (I'll let you guys guess which country I went to, keep it mental though we don't want any stalkers).

Anyways, I couldn't use a VPN and was not able to release my chapter. Again I am so terribly sorry for keeping you guys waiting so as a little treat here's a one shot to take your mind off the wait.

THE ONE SHOT: PHOENIX'S DREAM AT THE HOSPITAL

Phoenix woke up to find himself at a theme park, a silly little hat on his head and Maya and Pearl both clutching his arms.

"Nick! Nick! I want to go to that stall there's this really cute pony that I want to win!"

Phoenix's head throbbed horribly, was he not just in the hospital after falling off a bridge? What was he doing in a theme park, where was the IV drip and why wasn't his whole body hurting anymore? All those questions ran through his mind whilst he was being dragged by Maya and Pearl, begging for some money to use at the stall.

Phoenix's eyes circled the park, it was bright and colourful and way too loud. Looking closer, Phoenix could see posters of the Blue Badger plastered all over, what was that disgrace of a mascot doing here?

Further ahead, a figure stood behind a huge red curtain, the stage had all kinds of signs pointing inwards. The biggest sign wrote "MEET THE FOUNDER OF BLUE BADGER LAND, FREE CANDY IS ALSO DISPENSED.", what a weird thing to write after an introduction. There were only two people in the world who could make a sign like that, Larry, who was clearly busy screaming in the crowd, and someone else Phoenix couldn't quite remember.

Slowly the clapping and cheering came to an end and a broad figure walked through the curtain. He wore a long white trench coat with gloves that sparkled under the sun. The man then tried to pull some cloth out of thin air but failed miserably, revealing the whole reel fall out of his sleeve. What a sad magic trick.

A booming voice shouted through the mic.

"It is I! Founder of Blue Badger Land. Dick Gumshoe! Former genius detective now professional entertainer!"

Genius?

That's how Phoenix knew this was a dream, Gumshoe was in no way a genius.

Too late to think about that now though, Phoenix was being dragged across the park to a random dingy stall in the corner all for some pony.

"Mr Nick,"

"Yes Pearls?"

"Money. Now."

And with that Pearl picked Phoenix up as though he was the weight of a feather, and shook every penny and dime that would empty out of his pockets. If Phoenix wasn't dizzy before he sure was now.

Both girls excitedly went up to the stall owner who was busy organising some shelves.

"Hello young ladies, how do you do?"

Wait.

What on Earth was going on?

"Miles?!"

Miles turned to Phoenix with the most average expression in the world. As if him not wearing his cravat and signature red was just another Monday.

"...Yes?"

"Miles why are you here?"

"I work here."

"No you don't you're a prosecutor now stop this weird joke of yours and go home!"

"I'm sorry do I know you? How do you know my name?"

That was it, Phoenix didn't care if this was a dream but there was no way Miles didn't know him in every shape or form.

"Miles I don't know if you hit your head or something but it's me Phoenix," He waited for an answer. "Phoenix Wright?"

"Oh yes Wright sorry I couldn't remember."

"Yes I don't-"

"Wright the guy that sells Steel Samurai figurines by the corner. I'm surprised I didn't recognise you , your signature hair is hard to miss."

This wasn't a dream it was a nightmare. Phoenix would never in a millions years sell Steel Samurai figures this had to be a joke.

That's it he was going to wake up.

Phoenix tried to think of the things that scared him the most. Something that would wake him up but nothing worked.

In the end what woke him up was so

embarrassing

ridiculing

and shameful.

That Phoenix vowed to keep the contents of this dream and its trauma to himself, not even the FBI could hear the end of this dream.

It was Gumshoe.

Of course it was Gumshoe.

Gumshoe walked over to Phoenix holding an employee of the month certificate with a hoard of reporters swarming behind him. It was too much to bear.

Phoenix's face postered on a piece of paper with the words "best Steel Samurai figure seller" and the interviews he would have to bear just felt like too much.

Phoenix collapsed right then and there.

Next he woke up in his hospital bed and checked the time.

2:21 am

No more milk before bed I guess, that nearly gave me a heart attack.