That's what she said
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This was inspired by the thread of the same name in the hydeout. This will be updated every once in a while.
Title:When a Single Man Raises a Daughter
Author:Token/drugs
Rating: PG-13ish
Genre: Lulz/Family
Status: In Progress
Pairing: Nada
Summary:Trucy has her period, Nick is clueless.
Phoenix Wright had been through many bad things in his life. He had been poisoned, put in the hospital more times than he could count, developed amnesia, been beaten up, tasered, and to top it all off, he had lost his attorneys badge two years prior. And yet, he thought, as he dived over the couch to get his cell phone, this was the worst. As part of the case that had lost him his badge, Phoenix had adopted his clients eight year old daughter, Trucy,, while he dissapeared to avoid jail. At the time, he had only worried about how to feed Trucy, untill she gave him the not so excellent idea of playing the piano for a living. Secretly, he also played poker, but the piano... playing isn't exactly the right word, was his front. He hadn't even considered what to do in this situation. In retrospect, he should have asked one of his female aquaintences what to do when this arose, but then again, hindsight is a bitch.
Who could he ask now? Maya was busy in the Kurian village, and truth be told, she was still immature. Pearl? No, she was only a year older than Trucy, and the situation might be embarassing for both of them. Franziska would probably just insult him or hurt him. His brain ran through a few more ideas, from April May, to Iris, to, god forbid, Morgan Fey. He shuddered at that last one, deciding that maybe the women he knew weren't exactly the best ones to help him. If worst came to worst, he could try Armstrong.
That gave him an idea, why not try Edgeworth? He was raised with two girls after all, and he was the calmest person he knew. All that went through his head before he landed, crouching, on the other side of the couch, a make-shift barricade against the bathroom. In this case, he couldn't even resort to his oldest and most trusted defense mechanism, cleaning the toilet, as that would require him to go back there. Landing, the ex-lawyer grabbed his cell, and dialed his old friends number. It rang four times before it was answered.
"Hello?"
"Oh thank god, Miles I need you to come over here, it's an emergency!"
"Wright? What the hell? What could be such an emergency to bother me in the middle of a trial?"
"Trust me, I need your help! GET OVER HERE!"
"The trial will be over in half an hour, I'll get to you as soon as I can. But Wright, what is it?"
"Just get the hell over here! " And with that, Phoenix slammed down the end call button.
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It was almost an hour before Edgeworth came strolling up to the Wright Talent Agency, looking vaguely annoyed. He knocked twice, to no avail before sighing and opening the door himself. The sight he saw caused him to raise an eyebrow, the room was destroyed, wallpaper torn from the wall, the couch and table turned over and Phoenix lying underneath it in the fetal position. From inside the bathroom, door locked, and barricaded, one could here a girl yelling, "Let me out daddy!" Walking over to his friend, Edgeworth slapped him once, very hard across the face, enjoying it slightly more than he needed to. "Snap out of it Wright! What in the name of cravats is going on here?"
"Edgeworth?" Phoenix stuttered, looking up with an expression like that of a seven year old who just discovered 4chan. " Please help me...."
"Oh for christ's sake, what is it?" The prosecutor glared at Phoenix, before pulling him to a standing position, completely ignoring Trucy's cries.
Nick staggered for a second then regained most of his composure. "What can you tell me about puberty, Edgeworth?"
"Are you mocking me? For the love of God Wright, just because my voice is high doesn't mean that I don't know about-"
"No," Phoenix interrupted hastily, "I mean, what can you tell me about...." His voice went deadly quiet as he said this last word: "menstruation."
Miles Edgeworth looked like he had been shot. His face turned as white as his cravat, his left eye twitched, and every color Phoenix could see that wasn't attached to his friend inverted. Chains shot out of nowhere coviring Edgeworth, and one red lock appeared over his heart. "Psyche Locks?" Wright asked. "For something as simple as that?" Ironic coming from the person who had destroyed his former law offices, barricaded a ten year old in a bathroom, and ended up curled on the floor in a ball, but Psyche Locks generally indicated surpressed memories.
"Wh...Wha...What in the hell would make you think I have a clue about that?" Edgeworth said, eye still twitching. "I've never even heard that word before...."
"Sorry Edgeworth, but I need help on this, and I can prove that you have some experience with an event like this. TAKE THAT!" Phoenix pulled a picture of Franziska von Karma out of nowhere and shoved it in Edgeworth's face. He may have been out of law for two years, but he hadn't lost all of his tricks yet. "Franziska was one of your adopted sisters. How could you grow up with two women, and not know anything about this?
Edgey twitched again, and the lock proceeded to shatter. "Perhaps, I have some... experience. Fine, I will attempt to assist you. Unlock the bathroom, and stand back."
Phoenix complied, then procceded to hide behind the couch again. Hey, at least he wasn't curled up again.Good luck to Edgey, he was definitely the braver man.
Or not.
The door was closed for exactly thirty seven seconds, before Edgeworth ran out screaming, his eye twitching even more than usual, joined by his right eye. "Wright," He gasped, "my skills did nothing. NOTHING!"
"What did you do?"
"I bribed it with chocolate."
"OBJECTION! What do you mean it? That's my daughter!"
"Fine. I bribed her with chocolate. That always worked at home, why didn't it this time? Dammit Wright, we need an expert!"
"But who? All of the girls I know are too immature, or hate me!"
"Then we must ask.... A father!"
Phoenix gasped. Edgeworth couldn't possibly mean who he thought he meant could he?
"We must see," Miles Edgeworth said, his eyes finally stopping their crazy ass dance, "Winston Payne!"
Phoenix sighed, relieved. "Oh thank god, I thought you meant von Karma!"
"Von Karma? That would be... actually, why not. He managed Franziska, he has to be a genius. Come Wright, let us go... TO SOLITARY CONFINEMENT!"
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Meanwhile in the bathroom, Trucy sat, eyebrow raised. She was bleeding, why were Mister Edgeworth and Daddy so freaked out? It was natural, and all she had done was asked Daddy if he could get her a tampon. Then Mr. Edgeworth had come in, given her chocolate, asked her not to devour his soul, and ran out screaming.
The magician in training shook her head. Men.
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Later chapters will involve many characters, pepsi, a dog, living hair, and Damon Gant.