A Turnabout Tale {Ace Attorney Wattys 2016}

The Ghost of Turnabout Past

The Ghost of Turnabout Past

December 24, 10:00 pm
High Prosecutor's Office

"C-chief Prosecutor Skye?!" Edgeworth stammered upon the sight of a woman with a scarf sitting at his desk.

The woman shook her head and then flicked her bangs aside in an almost sarcastic gesture, "Miles, you really should learn to respect your elders more!"

"What the hell?" He asked, nearing the desk.

When he arrived within sight of the woman, he was surprised to see an alluring beauty sitting at his desk. It wasn't Chief Prosecutor Skye, but instead someone else he thought he would never see again.

"Mia Fey..." he almost dropped the things he was carrying out of shock, "b-but you're dead! I-I prosecuted your murder trial!"

"And what a great prosecutor you were, you little twat," she mocked as Edgeworth stopped moving to put up his things, "oh don't stop on my account. You know, most people are actually grateful to see me when I do appear. I've been named as a savior in many cases, in fact. I remember when you actually dared to accuse my sister and greatest protégée of murdering me and I had to show up to interfere of all things. You're such a major asshat, you know that right?"

"Whoever spiked my drink is going to pay..." Edgeworth grumbled.

Mia laughed in her seat. She said, "Spiked your drink! Ha! What a great one! You're still such a little obnoxious twat, and just as sure of yourself too! Same habits and everything...you really haven't changed a bit."

"What the hell is your problem?" Edgeworth said.

Mia smiled, her teeth barring in the nicest way, "Why that would be you, Miles Edgeworth. I'm here to show you your past. I am the ghost of turnabout past."

"So what," asked Edgeworth pretending to play along with the shenanigans, "you're going to show me a bunch of legal cases I've already won? I don't exactly see the point in that, Mrs. Fey."

She sighed, sitting up from crossing her legs on his desk, "You should've saved that drink..."

That was when she got up and moved across the room. Standing right in Edgeworth's face she laughed at his nervousness and then pushed him straight his case files...

...where he then found himself leaning back against his old class library. The warm afternoon light touched him tenderly, but he wasn't happy. Beyond him stood a pool of his old classmates pointing and taunting Phoenix Wright, calling him a thief. Edgeworth wanted to gasp at the site. He was standing in one of his past memories.

Suddenly Mia leaned next to him, "You know, the three of you were pretty cute back then."

"And now?" He asked, incredulous.

She said, "Now you're a jerk. So be quiet, this is my favorite part! You know, before you became...well, you."

He watched as his younger self swooped in and slammed his hand down on the desk that Phoenix had been crying it. With a loud objection, he pointed his finger out and dared speak against the flood of pointing people.

"There is no definitive proof that it was Phoenix Wright!" His younger self screamed, and Edgeworth couldn't help but feel proud.

He watched the rest of the proceedings as Larry called out and he himself comforted the sobbing Wright.  It was all so intriguing to him, watching his past self. He was so...innocent. But that wasn't what really shook Edgeworth to the core. No, what took his spirit and slammed it multiple times was what his younger self was saying. He was so proud of his father, with his eyes gleaming in delight. He vowed to become a defense attorney.