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Today's sporking is
Apollo and the Maze by IglooDeWriter, also known as iglootheraptor, also known as my little brother and the guy who's working on a sporking of one of my own fics. Which I've asked him not to post until I've posted something else, because I have
plans.
Okay where was I going with this.
I'll give this
because it's kind of stupid and the writing is, quite frankly, not good, but I have to take at least partial responsibility for the fic. (°◇°;)
Also apologies in advance to anyone who has to highlight the Management's text to read it.
Today's sporkers aaaaaaaaaaaaaare:
Apollo Justice! "Rating: K+. Am I allowed to have hope?"
Trucy Wright! "So this fic is about Polly getting lost, huh?"
aaaaaaaand...
Ema Skye! "*munches Snackoos*"
[We open up in our sporking theatre for our first sporking under the fabulous new Management. Despite the changes, the theatre itself remains the same as ever, and today's sporkers are even already seated.]Ema: ...so do either of you actually know what happened?
Trucy: Nope.
Apollo: Just what I've heard from Athena.
Trucy: ...who's the Management today, then?
Speakers:
*loud coffee-slurping noises*All: Oh.
Speakers:
I'm not the only one up here, you know. Yeah, dudes. ...this Management booth is supposed to be safe, right?Trucy: Apparently it's lawsuit-proof!
Speakers:
...that wasn't really what I was worried about... Man up, pretty boy. No whining allowed here. Now go start the fic. *grumbling*[The lights dim.]Apollo: ...this is going to be... interesting.
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APOLLO'S AWFUL DAY
Ema: *munches Snackoos* I thought the fic was called "Apollo and the Maze".
Trucy: Maybe it has two titles? Like "Star Trek: Into Darkness".
Apollo: I thought it was "Star Trek: into Darkness".
Speakers:
Less than one line in and you guys are already off-topic. Good job, dudes.Quote:
Apollo's awful day began when he woke up, as usual.
Trucy: Do you have bad days a lot, Polly?
Apollo: You could say that.
Ema: At least every day you go into work isn't a bad day for you.
Apollo: Well...
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He was sleeping peacefully, his antennae rising and dropping with his steady (loud) snoring.
Ema & Trucy: *snerk*
Apollo: A... antennae?
Trucy: They
do kind of look like them.
Ema: Are they functional, though? Scientifically speaking. *pokes Apollo's
antennae spikes*
Apollo: Hey, hey! Hands off the hair!
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Apollo then woke up to a loud noise, louder that his chords of steel, in fact! Apollo, startled, jumped out of bed, onto some grass.
Grass?
Apollo, antennae still rigid from shock,
Apollo: The fic is going to milk this for all it's worth, isn't it?
Speakers:
Obviously. *coffee-slurping noises*Quote:
looked down, to see grass covering the ground.
Ema: Because it's not like the fic already mentioned the grass.
Trucy: Maybe we were supposed to assume that the grass was on the wall or the ceiling.
Apollo: ...can you even grow grass on the ceiling?
Ema: If the light source is below it, then yes, you can. You just need hydroponics.
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Apollo, confused, took in his surroundings. He noticed that he was standing in a large, boring, plain. Or, at least, it would be, if there wasn't a giant, dense, wall of shrubbery blocking him from leaving.
Trucy: *opens mouth*
Speakers:
And starting right now, I am going to ban all jokes referencing Monty Python and the Holy Grail.Trucy: You're no fun!
Speakers:
You're too obvious.Quote:
There was a single exit, and it just seemed to be surrounded by huge shrubs as well. Apollo was feeling very unnerved, so he did what any confused-person-standing-in-a-huge-circle-of-shrubbery-next-to-a-bed would do.
Ema: Go investigate the maze?
Trucy: Wish your phone had a GPS feature so you could figure out where you were?
Apollo: Chords of Steel exercises?
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"I'm Apollo Justice, and I'm fine!" Apollo yelled, causing the shrubs to shake.
Speakers:
Looks like you win this round, short lawyer dude.Apollo: *flatly* Yaaaay.
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Maybe I do need to tone down the chords of steel. Apollo thought, his antennae drooping. So, Apollo, doing pretty much the only reasonable thing to do, as he was in his pajamas and had no phone, and he went into the exit.
Ema: Did it not occur to the author to call it an
entrance?
Apollo: Apparently not.
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Immediately, Apollo realized that this was obviously a maze. What was the rule again? Stick to the main path? Something like that?
Ema: No, it's stick to the wall.
Trucy: The right one or the left one?
Ema: Um... either way, it's not like a maze has a main path.
Apollo: Maybe you're supposed to alternate between right and left.
Trucy: Yeah, if you turned in the same direction all the time, you'd end up going in circles.
Ema: I thought that depended on the maze.
Speakers:
No one cares.Quote:
And so, Apollo went forward, and, of course, hit a wall. Ok, what now? Apollo thought, when something hit him.
*ka-TONK!*
Apollo turned around, and there was Ema Skye, standing there in pajamas covered with beakers and flasks, and strangely, a lab coat.
Ema: *offended* What's so strange about a lab coat?
Apollo: You're in your pajamas.
Ema: I fail to see what that has to do with anything.
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"Hey Apollo! Any idea where we are?" Ema asked him.
"Ema!? W-where did you come from?" Apollo asked her back.
"Well I was following the rule 'stick to the wall' and I eventually found you. Good thing we both know how to do that! Science prevails again!" Ema told him. "Oh yeah, and, I woke up in the middle of a clearing of some sort, which is why I'm dressed like this. Also, nice pajamas, Apollo. Do you normally sleep in your work clothes?"
Trucy: Oh dear.
Apollo: At least I'm not sleeping in a lab coat.
Ema: Clearly I put it on before I left.
Apollo: OBJECTION!! The fic implies you were kidnapped in your sleep like I was!
Speakers:
This is a sporking theatre, not a courtroom, dudes. Eh, let them do what they want as long as they don't get too off-topic. *coffee-slurping noises* Dude... you already banned Monty Python jokes. Are you questioning me? Because it sounds a lot like you're questioning me, Mr. If-DeKiller-Finds-Out-Where-I-Am... Alright, alright! *angry muttering*Apollo: ...
Ema: ... *throws Snackoo at Apollo*
Trucy: So can I make Monty Python jokes or not?
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"W-well you never know when you need to defend somebody." Apollo said, looking awkward.
Trucy: It's not like you
need to wear your work clothes to investigate.
Apollo: Sometimes I'm not even sure I need to wear my work clothes to defend in court. Still, it's good to be professional.
Trucy: Or at least look professional.
Apollo: (I have a hard enough time doing that with you around.)
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"A-anyway, we should stick together to find a way out."
"Well, duh."
And they went off together to find a way out.
"You blame me for sleeping in my work clothes, yet you're wearing a lab coat and science pajamas? I mean, you aren't even a scientist, you're a detective."
Ema: *grumbles, glares at Apollo*
Apollo: I have nothing to do with this!
Speakers:
Take responsibility for what you say, Red. *coffee noises*Apollo: .............
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*Ka-TONK! Ka-TONK!*
They continued on, the sun rising slowly, occasionally asking inane questions or useless comments like, "Do you think I should tone down my Chords of Steel?"
"Scientifically speaking: yes."
Apollo: Not that that had anything to do with anything.
Ema: Toning down the Chords of Steel would be nice, though.
Apollo: But I-
Trucy: If the sun's rising now, how early was it when you entered the maze?
Apollo & Ema: *shrug*
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And they went on a while doing that sort of thing, until they came across another person. This was a seemingly Hispanic man with white hair, and wearing a visor with three red lines on it. He was standing in front of a large pile of coffee mugs, all empty, and he was holding another, full, one. Who was this guy?
Speakers:
The best character.Apollo: (If I comment, I will probably regret it.)
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"Hmm. I see a red lawyer and a scientist.
Speakers:
I thought you couldn't see red. I can't. But he looks horrible in white, so I decided to be charitable. ...hey, dude. If you can't see red, how are you- Just because we're the Management now doesn't mean we should comment on the textual qualities of the sporking. *coffee noises*Quote:
What are you two doing in a place like this?" the strange man said, as he threw his mug at the pile behind him. Apollo blinked, and he was holding another one. How did he do that? Apollo wondered.
Speakers:
I'd demonstrate, but I'm all the way up here and you're all the way down there.Apollo: I've already seen it. Law Plus Chaos, remember?
Trucy: I thought you were trying to forget about it.
Apollo: I am. Or was, anyway.
Ema: I still say it's scientifically impossible to detect 250 types of bitterness.
Speakers:
253.Quote:
"Um, hello?" Apollo asked the masked man. "I'm Apollo, I work for Wright Anything Agency, and this is Ema, and, no, she's not actually a scientist- *Ka-TONK* "She's a detective."
Trucy: I'm kinda confused about what's going on with the quotation marks here.
Speakers:
The author dude can't write. Next question.Quote:
Godot smirked as he said "Wright Anything Agency."
"A detective who wants to be a scientist? That's like putting milk in your coffee." The man said.
"Doesn't milk go in coffee though?" Ema asked, looking thoughtful.
*WHACK
Suddenly Apollo was covered in Coffee.
Apollo: Wait, why me?!
Ema: Why is "Coffee" capitalized?
Speakers:
Because my coffee is so good it deserves to be a proper noun. That's why. *slurping noise*Trucy: ...but you didn't capitalize it just now.
Speakers:
Hey, he already gave me a warning about commenting on the text. Don't bother, dude.Quote:
"Why did you throw coffee at ME?"
"She said milk goes in coffee. Coffee is the best when it's as black as the darkest nights. Anything else is unacceptable."
"Then why didn't you splash her?!" Apollo angrily yelled, as he was twisting his antennae to get the coffee out.
*Ka-TONK*
Apollo: Am I going to be covered in food and drink by the end of the fic...?
Ema: *munches Snackoos* Probably.
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"And HOW are you not out of snackoos yet?!" Apollo said as Ema pulled out another bag of snackoos.
Trucy: Actually... that's a really good question.
Ema: *munches Snackoos faster*
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The masked man just smiled. "Anyway, who are you?"
"I'm a fallen defender who came back from the dead to do battle with someone. My name is Godot."
Trucy: But if the narration already called him Godot, and it's from Polly's point of view, shouldn't Polly already know who he is...?
Apollo: Maybe I'm psychic but I needed to double-check.
Ema: Double-checking is always good... scientifically speaking.
Speakers:
Incidentally, I go by my real name now. What, because you got caught? That makes no sense, dude. You don't know any of the context behind it, do you? Hey, I was already in prison by that point...Quote:
Godot told them, and proceeded to chug his coffee, and pull out another mug. Ema put the bag of snackoos away.
"Anyway, I think we should continue moving. The sun's not stopping, and I have somewhere to be."
So they all ventured on, keeping to the wall, attempting to find the exit.
Ema: Assuming it has one.
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"Hey Mr. Godot."
"Yes, red?"
Red? "A-anyway, when you heard me say Wright Anything Agency, you smirked. Have you heard of it before?"
Godot was silent for a moment before answering, "You can't ever forget the best coffee you've ever drunk."
Speakers:
That's one way of putting it. There's no need to sound so sarcastic, dude.Quote:
"Which means…?" Apollo asked, while poking his forehead.
"Yes, I've met Trite before, about a year and a half before he was disbarred, in fact.
Trucy: Wasn't it actually a few months?
Speakers:
Yes. And I stopped calling him Trite by now. *slurping* It seems the author didn't pay attention to the end of Bridge to Turnabout. I thought we weren't supposed to break the fourth wall. We're the Management now. No one can tell me what to do. You mean "us". No one can tell us what to do. It'd be a shame if DeKiller figured out where you are right now. ...I'll be refreshing like a spring breeze, dude.Ema: ...
Apollo: ...
Trucy: *sigh*
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I trust that you know about the Hazakura incident? I was the prosecutor on that case." Godot took a drink form his mug, then smirked. "I was also the culprit."
Apollo's antennae went straight up with shock. This man was a murderer?! Why is he in this maze? And where does he keep getting those mugs?
Ema: Glad to know you're asking the important questions here, Apollo.
Apollo: I am genuinely wondering about the mugs, though.
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Is it the same method that Ema uses with snackoos? Nah…
"I can tell you didn't know about the incident, red." Godot then drank from his cup and stopped talking. Ema then slowed down and walked beside Apollo, eating another bag of snackoos. It looks just opened!
Ema: Is it just me, or are you spending more time wondering about my Snackoos than you are wondering about the maze?
Trucy: It's a good question, though! Maybe it is the same way Mr. Armando... hey, maybe you're related.
Speakers:
That's stupid.Trucy: It was worth a shot.
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"Apollo, I can tell that you don't really trust this man, but I think you should calm down. Honestly, anyone can tell, the way your antennae are twitching."
Apollo: I get what it's trying to say, but isn't it phrased really weirdly?
Trucy: It kind of sounds like Ema's a robot.
Ema: More like one of those chatbot programs than an actual robot.
Trucy: Shame. Robo-Ema would be pretty cool.
Ema: ...yeah. *munches Snackoos*
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And sure enough, his hair-antennae were sort of twitching every now and then. "You might want to have that looked at. But anyway, I've looked at this case before, and Godot killed someone to save a woman named Maya Fey."
"M-Maya Fey?!" Why hadn't anybody told me! "Isn't she Mr. Wright's friend?"
"Yeah, and the victim was actually her mother."
Apollo stopped talking, sensing a long story behind this,
Speakers:
-which we won't be getting into because the audience should already know-Quote:
and also, Godot was talking with someone new.
She was a small red-headed girl with two braids running through her hair. She was wearing a strange looking purple robe. She had butterflies floating around her.
Speakers:
... Hey, sporker dudes, is it a bad sign when this guy goes quiet?Apollo: How are we supposed to know?
Speakers:
I mean... you acted like you know each other...Ema: We've just had a few sporkings with him. Also, it's not our problem since's all the way up... wherever you guys are.
Speakers:
.......Quote:
Strangely, Godot's Mask was smoking, and he looked angry.
Trucy: Why is "Mask" capitalized? It makes it sound like a band or something.
Apollo: A band called "Godot's Mask"?
Trucy: ...they're probably not as good as the Gavinners.
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The young lady also seemed mad. The butterflies around he kept spontaneously combusting.
"Hey Godot, who is this? You seem to know her-" but Ema was cut off as a coffee mug went hurling in their direction, and of course, landing on Apollo.
Apollo: And once again...
Ema: Shouldn't you be used to that sort of thing by now?
[The young lady is introduced as Dahlia. She and Godot argue a bit. They all continue searching for the exit.]Quote:
Why does this type of thing always happen to me? Apollo wondered, and he walked over to the others.
Speakers:
I guess you're just a fan favorite, dude.Apollo: Funny, because it seems I only ever hear people complaining about my game.
Speakers:
...I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be breaking the fourth wall. Just let it go. *slurping noise* After all, if we're less strict than the previous Management, the sporkers might actually want to keep us. Actually, I kind of need to go back to- And if the rest of the Management likes you, you might actually have a chance outside of prison. ...Trucy: ...are we supposed to do something when the Management starts arguing like that?
Ema: *shrugs*
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"Hey, Dahlia." Ema said. "How do you keep melting things and burning stuff?"
"Why in the world would I tell you?"
"Science."
Ema: The answer to everything.
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"I call it my 'Ghost Tricks.'" Dahlia said.
All: ...................................................
Trucy: Okay then.
Speakers:
Moving on...Quote:
"I don't technically need to be channeled in order to burn stuff, but since I'm here… you know."
"I see. But if you can instantly incinerate stuff, Why don't you destroy the shrubbery, and why don't you incinerate people?"
Aach! No, Ema don't- Apollo thought.
"I can't burn animals,
Ema: Butterflies are animals, and they were "spontaneously combusting" earlier.
Speakers:
...um, butterflies are bugs.Ema:
Insects fall under the kingdom Animalia, which makes them animals.
Apollo: How many contradictions are in the story so far?
Trucy: I dunno. I wasn't counting.
[Apollo wonders why Dahlia is even there. Dahlia assumes she's being channeled by Maya.]Speakers:
Even though Maya's hair is black, not red...Quote:
Apollo figured he should probably stop talking to her, seeing as how her glare was getting worse and worse, and he got the feeling she was trying very hard to light him on fire.
Apollo: Even if she can't catch animals on fire, you'd think she'd incinerate my clothes or something.
Trucy: You probably shouldn't give her ideas.
Apollo: The fic can't hear me, Trucy.
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Continuing from where they were, they came across another clearing, along with somebody new. He seemed to be an old man, wearing a suit, and had a line of stitching all down the side of his face. Next to him was a… sports jacket?
Speakers:
................................. *coffee noise* So this is why you dragged me up here. ...not cool, dude, not cool.Quote:
Hm. He didn't seem the type to wear something like that, but oh well. It seemed to have a large red stain on it. Probably ketchup.
Ema: Why are we all idiots in this fic?
Trucy: Um... comedy!
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"Ah, it seems there were others in this maze with me. I woke up just moments ago, and was about to head out and maybe find others, but it seems you found me first." The man said. "My name is John. John Doe."
Speakers:
You should see my co-Manager twitch. He's like a child who stole my coffee.Ema: Scientifically speaking, how much caffeine is in that stuff, anyway?
Speakers:
*slurping noise* Heh.[DeKiller John Doe joins their merry band to find the exit.]Quote:
"Hey, Mr. Doe. Whose coat was that back there?" Godot asked, holding a brand new steaming cup of coffee.
Mr. Doe was silent for a while before replying, "It was something that belonged to my former employer. He is… not with us anymore."
"Oh, he passed away?" Ema asked.
"…Something like that, yes." Mr. Doe replied, and then was silent for a while.
Speakers:
It's really a shame that I'm the only one who can see this guy right now. *amused coffee-slurping noise* S-Shut up! *more amused coffee-slurping noises*Quote:
What's with this guy?
Up ahead, they heard some squabbling, and all decided to check it out.
"Piano Gavin! Get back here so that I can whip you into submission." Yelled a strange woman with silver hair and an extremely over-the-top outfit. She was talking about Klavier Gavin, of course, who was screaming and running towards them.
"Herr Forehead! Save me from this crazy witch!"
"I heard that!" yelled the fluttery woman chasing him.
Ema: "Piano Gavin"?
Apollo: Wait, is this the same author as that other fic where Ms. von Karma was calling Prosecutor Gavin "Piano Gavin"? ...couldn't be, the writing's different from what I remember.
Trucy: Maybe this is an earlier piece.
Speakers:
Nope, different authors.Apollo: I guess they know each other.
Speakers:
And how. *coffee*Quote:
"Eep!" Klavier eep-ed and he ran into their group.
"No way you're bringing her to us, you glimmorous fop!" Ema yelled, and pushed him into the woman, who began to whip him. Godot sighed, smirked, sipped some coffee, and grabbed the whip out of her hands.
"Nice to see you again… Lady von Whippinberg." Godot said, a wide smirk on his face.
Speakers:
Whippingberg. There's a "G" there. I don't think it matters, dude. It's not like the mare herself is here to whine about spelling for us.Apollo: (It's not like you've corrected much else up until now!)
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"Oh, if it isn't the person who killed his girlfriends mother." Von… Whippinberg? Asked. Apollo thought "von Whippinberg" was very fitting. "And it's von karma." Oh.
"I prefer to go by 'Ungodly cool guy in the mask.'" Godot said, that smirk still unfading.
Trucy: Did... Mr. Armando just imply that he's the one who's named von Karma?
Speakers:
God forbid.Ema: I think that was in relation to the "person who killed his girlfriends mother" comment.
Apollo: Girlfriends plural?
Ema: Girlfriends bad punctuation.
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"Hmph. Whatever. Phoenix Wright, get out here." Von Karma yelled.
Mr. Wright stepped out from behind the corner of the hedge, mumbling something about dropping his pen.
"Mr. Wright, why were Ms. Von Karma and the glimmorous fop fighting?" Ema asked.
"Well, it was less that and more von Karma winning, so… wait. Is that Godot? And that man back there… is that Shelly de Killer?" Mr. Wright said.
Speakers:
Looks like even Wright forgot the end to Bridge to Turnabout in this fic. I'm still pretty sure we shouldn't be breaking the fourth wall like that, dude.Apollo: ..."de Killer"?
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"What's up, Trite." Godot said.
"Um, boss? That's John Doe not SHELLY DE KILLER. Come on. Shelly de Killer is an assassin, John Doe is a butler. Get it right, boss." Apollo said, his eyes rolling.
Apollo: I guess I really am an idiot in this fic. I mean, it's kind of obvious who John Doe really is...
Trucy: You're just saying that because you already know what he looks like from another fic.
Apollo: Mr. Wright's reaction to him helps, too.
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"Uh huh. So, have any of you seen Athena? Or Trucy? I mean, Edgeworth, Maya, and Blackquill all split up from us, so I know they're here, but we haven't gotten a message saying they found them, so where's Athena and Trucy? Also, why does that girl over there look like my ex-girlfriend? And why does she have Maya's clothes?" Phoenix asked.
"Why hello there… Feenie." Dahlia said, utter contempt visible with each word.
"D-Dahlia?!" Phoenix gasped.
Trucy: Wow, Daddy's really slow on the uptake. Has he been binging grape juice again?
Ema: Also, how are they supposed to send messages to each other if no one has a phone?
Apollo: Smoke signals.
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"FEENIE?!" Apollo shouted. Feenie. Seriously.
Apollo: Seriously?
Speakers:
It's best not to think about it.Quote:
What is going on here?
"Let's continue, before Piano and von Whippinberg do something." Godot said.
And so, despite the fact that they had a couple murderers with them, they pressed on.
Ema: I suppose it is less dangerous than letting them wander around the maze unsupervised.
Trucy: Somebody's gonna be on fire by the end of the fic. Calling it now.
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"That reminds me, Trite. I need to do something." Godot suddenly said, and before Phoenix could blink, he was covered in hot coffee.
"Agggg! Godot why!?" Phoenix yelled.
Godot just smirked.
Speakers:
...Apollo: "Agggg"? Is the author serious?
Trucy: I really hope not.
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Eventually, after going through many different dead ends, they found themselves at somewhere. A place that had a bed with attorney's badges all over them. It was Apollo's bed.
Ema & Trucy: *start giggling*
Apollo: Oh, come on!!
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"Scientifically speaking, I don't think there's an exit." Ema said. Personally, Apollo thought she was right. And come to think of it…
"You know, I think that Ema and I are the only ones here who are wearing pajamas.
Apollo: What does that even have to do with the missing exit?!
Trucy: Shh! I think you're pulling it all together now and you're about to find out why you're all in the maze!
Ema: And it's going to be stupid.
Trucy: I never said it wouldn't.
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Except for maybe Dahlia. I don't know if she's wearing pajamas, but do you all sleep in your work clothes. Everyone looked a bit uncomfortable, all except for Godot, who smirked as always, and Mr. Doe, who stayed silent.
Trucy: And I thought you slept in your work clothes too, Polly.
Apollo: I do not-
Ema: So basically, I'm the only one in my pajamas.
Trucy: Apparently.
Ema: Huh.
Apollo: *sigh*
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"Anyhoo, I think fraulein Skye hit the nail on the head. I don't think there's actually an exit." Klavier said.
Trucy: ..."anyhoo"?
Ema: *imitates Klavier's voice, but the does gay hand flip thing* "Well, anyhoo~..."
Apollo: Please never do that again.
Ema: I can't make any promises. *munches Snackoos*
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"I agree with piano Gavin." Said Franziska. "Even if his accent is… lacking."
"I agree with all of you!" Someone said, and they all looked towards the noise, and standing there was…
"Hahahahaha I got you Polly!" Trucy laughed.
Trucy: Hey, I'm in this! *pause* That can't be good.
Apollo: It's not like anything horrible has happened.
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"Got ya!" said Athena, who was standing next to Trucy.
"W-What!? Trucy! What is going on?!" shouted an angry Phoenix.
"Fine, I'll tell you!" Trucy said, bouncing up and down. "So, Athena, Pearl, and I decided to prank Apollo! So, we made a huge maze, and used a helicopter to take Apollo's bed and drop it here, with him still attached! So then Athena thought, 'what if we pranked lots of people?' and so here you all are. Wasn't that funny?" Trucy said, very quickly. She had a huge grin plastered on her face.
All: ...........................
Ema: I knew it was going to be stupid.
Apollo: That's going a bit far for a prank, isn't it...?
Trucy: I wonder how I paid for all that.
Speakers:
Three words: Wright's credit card. You're kidding, right?Quote:
"I thought it was pretty funny." Said Athena, her hand out in a victory pose.
"W-WHAT!?" Apollo yelled, his eyes bugging out.
"But… hmm… somebody's missing." Athena said, fingering her earing.
"We split off from some others, like Edgeworth and Blackquill, if that's what you mean." Phoenix said.
"No, we picked them up already. Uncle Edgeworth was much quicker on the uptake than you, daddy.
Apollo: That's not hard to do in this fic.
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Ah! I've got it! Where's Matt Engarde?" Trucy asked, bouncing once again.
Speakers:
Why.Quote:
Phoenix suddenly stopped.
"Where's John Doe?"
Everyone stopped and looked around.
"Who's John Doe?" Trucy asked. "I didn't put whoever that is into here."
Speakers:
Whyyyy? Why me? Do you really want an answer to that?Quote:
Phoenix jolted back, Godot clutched his mask, and Apollo's antennae drooped down.
"T-then you mean that was-" Apollo started, but Phoenix cut him off.
"Trucy, did you see a man with a scar running down his face anywhere?" Phoenix asked.
"Oh, him! Yeah, he actually went over the hedge. He's a very good climber!" Trucy said. "Hmm… I wonder if I could climb with Mr. Hat… Anyway, for some reason he didn't take his jacket with him. Actually, now that I look at it, that ketchup stain is really awful."
Speakers:
*incoherent screaming*Trucy: ...is the Management okay?
Ema: I don't think they've been okay for quite some time now. *munches Snackoos*
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"What ketchup stain?" Godot asked.
"Yes, Godot, I know you can't see red on white." Said a Phoenix with coffee now all over him. "Anyway, that coat seems familiar, but I can't remember where from. Oh well."
"Okay, I think that most everything has been explained, except for one: where you got the money to do this, 2: Why you did it to everyone, and 3: Who is Dahlia? Scientifically speaking, of course." Said Ema, adjusting her forensic-ing glasses.
"About time someone noticed. Honestly, you're all idiots." Dahlia said, flipping her hair.
"Isn't it obvious? It's Pearl Fey. Honestly." Kristoph Gavin said.
"Ja, that makes sense." Said Klavier.
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Still the wrong hair color.Apollo: Hold it. W-Where did Mr. Gavin come from?!
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Where the heck did Kristoph come from? Apollo wondered, but he decided not to give him any attention.
Apollo: I'm just asking for something horrible to happen to me, aren't I?
Trucy: Polly, calm down.
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"Well, I guess I'll be going." Dahlia smirked, and she was gone. In her stead was a one Pearl Fey dressed as Maya.
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As if she would do that voluntarily. *irritated coffee noises*Quote:
"Haha! We got them, didn't we!" Pearl laughed.
"Also, to answer your first question, take a look!" Trucy giggled, pulled out her magic panties, and grabbed out of them, a wallet. A wallet with an attorneys badge on it. Phoenix's wallet.
Ema: Huh. Mr. Armando was right.
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I usually am.Apollo: (Didn't you have a perfect losing record as a prosecutor...?)
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"My poor credit card…" Phoenix sighed.
And they all escaped from the maze, thanks to the helicopter that Trucy rented. (of course from Phoenix's credit card)
And in the end, nobody got in trouble, because Phoenix is bad at this sort of thing.
THE END.
Trucy: Welp.
[The lights come back on.]Apollo: ...that was it?
Ema: I think that was it.
Trucy: It
did say "THE END".
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So... final thoughts, anyone? *slurping*Ema: It was stupid, but at least it was short. And I wasn't all that out of character, either. *munches Snackoos*
Apollo: I was, though. *irritated sigh* It could have been a lot worse, so I'm just grateful for that.
Trucy: I thought it was a little funny. You know, sometimes.
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............. And that about sums it up. Go home.Apollo: Hey, you don't need to ask us twice.
[And so our sporkers leave, putting at least one successful sporking under the new Management's belts. But who knows what the future may hold in store for them, and for us...?]