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My first sporking, I hope it's at least OK...
Title- A Story of Morals
Rating-
This story is a troll fic, I mean it
must be. It's relatively short, only clocking in at about 250 words. If it wasn't a troll fic I would've given it a
but I'm just going to give it the benefit of the doubt. Anyway this fic has
tons of spelling errors, grammatical errors, OOCness, and just dumb things happen in general.
Without further ado, let's meet the sporkers!
Klavier Gavin! "Apparently this is a romance fic that is
not between me and my brother. This can't be
too bad, ja?"
Ema Skye! "Don't let the management hear you, fop."
Apollo Justice! "Am I even
in this!? Why am I here? Oh yeah, the management's a bunch of sadists!"
and
Miles Edgeworth! No need to shout, Justice. No one is happy to be here.
[We begin in our much loved sporking theatre, where Klavier Gavin and Apollo Justice are already seated. They are in deep conversation about today's sporking.] Apollo: Since the management seems to like to give you scripts, do you know what today's fic is about?
Klavier: Nein. Well… not all the details anyway. I just know it's a romance, and apparently it doesn't involve me and my brother.
Apollo: How do you know that?
Klavier: *shrugs* I was told before I arrived here.
Apollo: (Why don't
I ever get to know anything?)
[Ema Skye now enters the theatre with Miles Edgeworth right behind her, the latter especially does not look happy to be at the theatre.] Edgeworth: I've been here more than anybody. I know better than to even question why but… don't I deserve a break?
Speakers:
Aww, but you're our favorite!Edgeworth: If I am your favorite then shouldn't you at least cut me some slack?
Speakers:
…You and I clearly have different definitions of "favorite."Ema: Mr. Edgeworth, why don't you just sit down and we get this over with quickly?
Speakers:
Yeah, cheer up! You're barely in this. If you would like we could find a different fic where you're in it lots! In fact, we have one in mind right now…Edgeworth: N-No, that's quite all right. *sits down*
Apollo: You seem to be in a worse mood than usual… Are you alright?
Klavier: Herr Forehead is right. It's better to just relax and try to enjoy the show. Ja, Herr Ruffles?
Edgeworth: *glare*
Apollo: Are you sure it's the best idea to be calling the
Chief Prosecutor that?
Klavier: Relax, Herr Forehead. I'm just trying to lighten the mood.
Ema: *snort* Well your "lightening up the mood" attempts suck. Let's just get on with the fic.
Quote:
A Story of Morals
By: Dianer860
Apollo: If the author is writing this, then I have a feeling they don't
have any morals.
Klavier: You can't be saying that, you haven't even read it yet!
Apollo: I don't need to. If they enjoy putting us in bad fanfiction, then they don't have any morals.
Edgeworth: At least there aren't any errors yet.
Quote:
Yo so hiss is me fist fanfiction and its da bomb. I hopez u enjoy!! READ IT & LIKE IT!!!
Edgeworth: I spoke too soon.
Ema: If the whole fic is written like this, then I doubt that it's "da bomb."
Apollo: No author, I will not like it! You can't force any of us to like it!
Quote:
Ema Skye was eting her sacks. Klavier Gavin was standing across from her.
"GO AWAT FROG!" ema yeled at Kalvier Gay.
Apollo: Was Prosecutor Gavin just standing there watching Ema eat? What were they both doing there?
Edgeworth: Do you really think the author is going to provide us with information like that?
Ema: Couldn't they at least spell "snacks" correctly?
Klavier: …Is no one going to mention that my name was spelt wrong? And that my last name is apparently "Gay?"
Apollo: They probably did that on purpose.
Quote:
"Ah, fraulien detektiv, I so love it wen u call meh frog."
"I HATE YOU! I LIKE FROGS!"
Klavier: But you just called me a frog, ja?
Ema: No I didn't, fic-me did. Scientifically speaking, that isn't me up there.
Apollo: We don't need science to figure that out, Ema.
Edgeworth: …I'm not even going to comment on the overabundance of capitalization.
All: You just did.
Quote:
"Well you just called meh a froh, jai?
"NO I DIDN'T! I HATE YOU, YOU SHOULD DIE. FOP!
Apollo: I feel like the fic is mimicking the conversation that you two just had.
Edgeworth: …Do you realize what this means?
Klavier: That the author is psychic?
Ema: Please, like that exists.
Edgeworth: No, the author is capable of writing us in character. If you noticed, nobody's been grossly out of character thus far.
Ema: The fic just started! The author just
happened to get something somewhat right. This isn't in character at all.
Klavier: I don't know Fräulein; that line actually sounds like something that you might say.
Apollo: I agree. Well, minus the "go die" part.
Ema: …
Quote:
Sudemly, the moon fell on Klavier and he dead.
All: …
Klavier: W-What just happened?
Edgeworth: *calmly* I believe the moon just fell on you.
Klavier: But… why?
Ema: Because the author doesn't know science, that's why. They should know that the moon stays where it is because the Earth's gravity is pulling the moon towards it and the orbit is keeping it moving so it'll never fall.
Klavier: I'm pretty sure the author knows that the moon can't fall; they probably just wrote it for the plot.
Edgeworth: This mess
has no plot.
Apollo: Well, there goes the "romance" at least. (Good riddance!)
Quote:
"OH NO KLAVII I LOVE U!" ema was very sad that klavier died bcase she secretly lovd him. So she got a pistol mades of shit and kiled hershelf with her snackoos.
Ema: Fic-me just seriously killed herself because the fop died? See Mr. Edgeworth, I told you this fic can't write us in character!
Edgeworth: I believe you're mistaken there, Ms. Skye.
Ema: W-What?
Edgeworth: The "you" up there did not kill "herself," she instead killed "her
shelf."
Ema: …Seriously? Since when do
you ma-
Apollo: Does anyone else have a problem with the fact that she took out a pistol made of shit but instead killed her
shelf with snackoos? What was the point of the pistol then? And how would you use snackoos to kill someone? *eyes Ema's bag warily*
Klavier: Maybe she choked herself with them? She could've filled her mouth with as many as possible and tried to swallow, ja?
Ema: That's not possible. Your mind would know that you'd get choked and would tense up your throat so you wouldn't be able to swallow. It's like trying to kill yourself by holding your breath, you just can't do it.
Klavier: Then maybe she put the snacks in the gun and used them as bullets?
Edgeworth: I wasn't going to say anything but… we shouldn't be trying to apply logic to this fic.
Klavier: Yeah, it's probably best that way. We would've been fine if
someone hadn't started asking a bunch of questions.
Apollo: Well excuse me for actually trying to
spork this thing! Maybe I'll just stay quiet from now on.
Speakers:
The management would like to remind Apollo Justice that he is to participate in the sporking at all times. If not, then we could have a special sporking just for you. Apollo: ! I-I'm fine!
Speakers:
That's what we thought.Quote:
Klavier went to Heaven and Ema went to Hell.
Apollo: But we already determined that Ema didn't die…
Ema: Why did the fop go to heaven and not me?
Klavier: *smirks* Do you really want to know the answer to that, Fräulein?
Quote:
Ema unwillingly was forced to do innapropiate things with devil.
All: …
Ema: W-What?!?
Apollo: Well that's just… (This is not an image I want in my mind!)
Ema: A-Apollo! Get that look off your face! What are you thinking?!?
Apollo: Please believe me when I say I'm
trying my best to get this out of my head!
Edgeworth: Well I believe this is one of the saddest lines I've read thus far.
Ema: Who would write something like that? Who would even
think of something like this?
Klavier: …Fräulein.
Ema: What do you want?
Klavier: Let's just all pretend that this didn't happen and agree that there are people who can think up far worse things than we are capable of.
Edgeworth: Yes, this sporking theatre is proof of that. We should not be surprised by what we read here anymore.
Apollo: That's what you say now, but if it were you right now you wouldn't be like that!
Edgeworth: …
Apollo: I've heard things from Mr. Wright about how you-
Edgeworth: That's enough. Let's just move on.
Ema: *grumbles* I still don't like that
I'm the one who has to do… that.
Quote:
Lets just say that it was so bad that even Delilah got scard.
Apollo: Who's Delilah?
Edgeworth: I think they are referring to Dahlia Hawthorne. If she got scared, then it must've been
really bad, to put it lightly.
Ema: Great! As if I wasn't through enough torture already!
Klavier: At least it's a good thing that it wasn't described in detail.
Edgeworth: Yes we should be grateful. Things certainly could've been much worse.
Quote:
Then it was Klavier and Emma;s funeral. Mileys Edgeworthy was there.
Apollo, Klavier: *laughing*
Klavier: Look, Herr Edgeworth! You finally made an appearance!
Apollo: Yeah,
Miley.
Edgeworth: *stares at screen*
Ema: You two are so immature.
Edgeworth: …Why do I have a girl's name?
Apollo: They're probably making fun of your masculinity. I mean, you
do wear pink.
Edgeworth: It is wine
red!
Speakers:
Pink.Edgeworth: And I am plenty masculine!
Ema: I take it this nickname is a new one?
Edgeworth: Y-Yes. I've had my fair share of nicknames, especially in "pretty pretty prosecutor" but not this!
Klavier: If it helps, I doubt the author planned that far ahead just to insult your masculinity. It was probably just a typo.
Apollo: In his first
and last name?
Klavier: …Forget I said anything.
Quote:
Edgeworth kicked Klavier and Ema;s cascets and there skeleetons fell out. Lana Skye wa there and got mad because her sister couldn't rest in piece so she choked Edgeworth.
Apollo: OBJECTION!
Ema: W-What is it? And can't you lower your voice!?
Apollo: It says that Ema couldn't rest in
piece but the sentence before says that she was already a skeleton! So that means… *points dramatically* that she was already
in pieces!All: …
Apollo: …
All: …
Klavier: …I believe only you would make such a big deal over a typo, ja?
Apollo: Oh c'mon! The sentence practically begged for it!
Ema: Please sit down. You're embarrassing us.
Apollo: *reluctantly sits down* (Whatever, I think I was cool! Trucy would think the same too.)
Ema: Anyway, Lana wouldn't choke Mr. Edgeworth. She wouldn't do something like that!
Edgeworth: And I would have no reason to be disrespectful at a funeral.
Klavier: I don't know, Fräulein. In "Law Plus Chaos" your sister wasn't exactly nice either. Maybe the fans have a certain idea about your sister?
Speakers:
The management would like to remind Klavier Gavin that breaking the fourth wall is strictly forbidden.Ema: *throws snackoos at the speaker* We get it!
Quote:
Then Edgewotrh drowned and the sun fell ontop of Lana.
All: …
Ema: …What is
up with these things falling from the sky? This author must really not know how the solar system works! What's next, Saturn? Maybe Pluto? How about a whole 'nother galaxy!?
Edgeworth: I really believe that you should calm down, Ms. Skye. What I would like to know is how I drowned. Was the funeral outside? If so, and drowning was my cause of death, then what was the point of Lana choking me?
Klavier: Excellent deductions, Herr Edgeworth!
Apollo: Those aren't deductions. (And how come when
he does it everyone thinks he's cool, but when
I do it I get nothing but insults? What ever happened to "not applying logic" to these fics?)
Quote:
They both went to Heaven and Edgeworth punched Klavier,
Edgeworth: Why am I so violent in this fic? I wouldn't do those things! Hasn't the author at least some sort of grasp of my person? Never mind, I already know that almost nobody does.
Ema: If both you and my sister are so violent then why are you in Heaven and not me?
Klavier: You're still bitter about that?
Ema: I don't see anyone else getting raped by the devil!
Edgeworth: Now there's a sentence I'd never expect to hear.
Quote:
Ema was in hell because she connnit suicide.
Moral of the story- dont commit suicide.
All: …
Apollo: …That's
it? All of that disaster for
this? Couldn't they have picked a more thought- provoking plot instead of making us lose our brain cells?
Edgeworth: I don't think the author would be capable of writing something that like that, Justice.
Apollo: Still! Couldn't they at least
try? It's a good intention to want to help suicidal people but this doesn't help anybody! If anything it's insulting.
Klavier: On the bright side, at least this is over. It could've been worse, ja?
Ema: Speak for yourself fop!
Apollo: *stands up*
Speakers:
Not so fast!Edgeworth: I
knew it was too soon. *sigh* …Wait a minute. Were you just trying to copy Agent Lang?
Speakers:
No… Well, at least not intentionally, I think.Edgeworth: You "think?"
Speakers:
Never mind that! If you'll just wait a moment, a special guest should be joining us shortly!Edgeworth: Do you mean… that the teleporter is still around?
Speakers:
Please! Did you actually think it broke? However, it's not really called a "teleporter" anymore…Edgeworth: ! What do you mean by that?
Speakers:
Oh, you'll see what we mean maybe now, maybe later, maybe never. Who knows! As for now, here comes our guest! [After a bunch of strange whirring, a bright flash fills the room and a figure appears in the seat next to Klavier. This figure is none other than Hobo Phoenix!] Phoenix: *looking around* Why… no, how did I get here?
Edgeworth: I expected it to be you; not in this form, however.
Phoenix: Edgeworth, do you know how I got here?
Apollo: Don't tell me you forgot, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix: Forgot
what?Edgeworth: I see. Since you're a younger version of the Wright today, you do not know what your present self knows.
Phoenix: What are you talking about? What "present self?"
Ema: Good question, that's something I would like to know myself! Teleportation or fantasy time travel shouldn't be possible. Even if there was and there are two Mr. Wright's here, then wouldn't that create some sort of-
Edgeworth: There's no point in thinking like that, Ms. Skye. We must accept that this theatre breaks the laws of time and space. I don't like accepting it either, but there really isn't any other explanation. As for Wright, this theatre has a teleporter, or more fitting, a teleporter/time machine.
Phoenix: W-What?
Speakers:
We recommend that Phoenix Wright no longer thinks about this and instead gets on with the real reason he's here.Phoenix: …To spork a bad fic, got it. So what's this one about?
Klavier: Long story short Herr Wright, don't commit suicide.
Phoenix: That's it?
Speakers:
We can supply you with a script, if you like.Phoenix: …Nah, I've got enough information.
[Hobo Phoenix sits back in his seat and eyes the screen warily.] Phoenix: Really? Even you call me that, narrator?
[I can't help myself.] Phoenix: Wait… since when does the narrator talk?
Speakers:
Narrator, stop talking. Everyone look at the screen. Quote:
you have receved 100 out of 100 points. Your rank is.... master detective! Enjoy your bonus sean!
Phoenix: Well, I sure know Gumshoe isn't the detective on this case.
Edgeworth: Yes, in no world would he be considered a "master detective."
Apollo: If fact, is there
anyone in that department who is capable of being a master detective?
Ema: *snackoos Apollo* Watch it!
Apollo: (She snackoo'd me.)
Quote:
Apollo and Trucy was very upset because tracey liked klavier and apollo had a crush ema.
Phoenix: So I assume that Klavier and Ema died?
Klavier: Ja. You're very perceptive, Herr Wright.
Phoenix: Heh, well, it was nothing.
Edgeworth: Yes, very
perceptive indeed.
Phoenix: … (Way to ruin everything, Edgeworth.)
Quote:
So Apollo and Trucy went to the bar and got drunk.
Klavier: Is that how you deal with your sadness, Herr Forehead? Drink all your problems away?
Apollo: Of course not!
Ema: And bring a fifteen year old girl along to a bar? You call yourself a role-model?
Apollo: I never said I was!
Phoenix: *glares*
Apollo: What are you glaring at? Like she's much better off with you! *points at the bottle in Phoenix's hand*
Phoenix: It's grape juice!
Apollo: Sure it is!
[Phoenix and Apollo glare at each other.] Klavier: Ladies, ladies, relax! Achtung, I didn't mean to start something like this! My bad.
Phoenix: …It's fine, I know this is just a bad fanfic. But… is there a way I can warn my present self to keep an eye out?
Apollo: You should keep an eye on yourself!
Phoenix: I was joking, Apollo. Mostly.
Edgeworth: Did anyone notice that this sentence is error free?
Klavier: Nein. I think everyone was caught up in the argument.
Ema: I noticed.
Quote:
Pollo got so drunk that he sang- "WE'RE WALKING ON WOODCHIPS!! AH-AH, AND IT'S TIME TO FEEL PAIN!
All: …
Phoenix: Would've been more relatable if they were legos. Those things hurt!
Apollo: Let me get this straight. I get so drunk that I make up a bad parody of "We're Walking on Sunshine" and sing it in front of a bunch of people?
Klavier: Ja. By the way, your singing is terrible.
Apollo: That's not the issue! (And it is not!)
Edgeworth: We don't know if you sang it in front of a lot of people. You could've sang it just to Trucy, or maybe even yourself.
Ema: Regardless, we should keep him away from alcohol. Right, Apollo?
Apollo: …
Quote:
Wesley Sticker filmed it and shoewd it 2 the judge and apollo got his attorney;s badge taken away.
Phoenix: Now we know that he at least sang it in front of Wesley Stickler.
Edgeworth: He shouldn't get his badge taken away for that. As long as he doesn't drive home in that state, it's not really anybody's business if he drinks.
Phoenix: Says the prosecutor. You guys never get your badge taken away for anything. Even if you forge evidence.
Edgeworth: That's not true.
Phoenix: Manfred von Karma.
Edgeworth: He prosecuted in Germany most of the time, and that… was a special case.
Phoenix: You.
Edgeworth: I never forged evidence! Well, not knowingly anyway.
Phoenix: Updated autopsy report.
Edgeworth: That wasn't forged!
Ema: *whispers to Apollo and Klavier* Should we just leave them alone?
Apollo: *nods* Yeah, I don't want to get involved in that.
Klavier: Nein, I don't want to stay here all day.
Edgeworth: - Wright, you can't bl-
Klavier: Herr Edgeworth, Herr Wright! Are you done?
Phoenix: …
Edgeworth: *sigh* Yes, sorry about that.
Quote:
Tge end.
Apollo: That's it? What was the point of that bonus scene?
All: To show how you are when you're drunk.
Apollo: …
Quote:
r and r, i knows my sotrry ws tge best, & u know it yo.
Ema: This
still isn't over?
Klavier: This is just the author's note, Fräulein.
Apollo: I can't believe the author thinks this story is the best. It's terrible.
Edgeworth: As all fics in this theatre are.
Quote:
I guess i just ruined romeo and juliet for everybody (Romeo went to Heaven and juliet went to Hell) LOL
TOO BE CONTINUES.
Apollo: I feel that the "LOL" at the end there is very rude.
Phoenix: Wait, did I miss something? Romeo and Juliet?
Edgeworth: Earlier on, Prosecutor Gavin was killed by the moon and Detective Skye killed herself because of it. Klavier went to Heaven and Ema to Hell.
Phoenix: …I'm not surprised.
Ema: So… to be continued… It's not over?
Edgeworth: This fic was written in 2012 and was taken down by the website last year without an update. So, despite what the author's note says, it is over.
Ema: Thank goodness. I wouldn't be able to read anymore. Especially if it added more to
that line…
[Ema now stands up and begins walking to the door.] Ema: I'll see you guys later, I have to inspect this teleporter right away!
[And… she's gone] Phoenix: Speaking of that, how do I get back home?
Speakers:
You'll be leaving right now! Are you ready?Phoenix: Huh? What was the point of me being here? And I want to see-
[He's cut off by a loud whir and suddenly disappears. Once he's gone, Edgeworth, Klavier, and Apollo walk out of theatre. Now it's just me and the management… Anyway, was there a point to Hobo Phoenix being there? Will the management ever tell us? What did Ema find when she inspected the teleporter? And will these questions ever get answered? Tune in next time for another exciting installment!]
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