Miles Edgeworth turned to look down a dark alleyway.  Upon seeing nothing there, he climbed into his car, attempting to shake off the feeling that someone was following him.  The day had been absurd enough without the thought that he was being stalked.

            It started with Hannah acting strangely that morning, dropping files and running out of the room, red-faced, every time he looked at her.  Shortly afterwards, Detective Gumshoe had burst into his office asking for relationship advice, while on duty!  After lunch, Larry had dropped by to ask if there was anything “going on” between him and Nick.  On his way out the door, he found Phoenix’s attorney badge lying on the floor outside his office, meaning that he had been there that day.  And now he could swear there was someone down that alleyway, staring back at him.  All Miles wanted to do was collapse on his bed and sleep, hoping that the next day would be normal, and that Phoenix would stop doing things that would give them away to more people.

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            Phoenix Wright lurked in the dark alleyway by Miles’s car, waiting.  He had disguised himself in a black trench coat and a ski mask, which he thought would make him look completely inconspicuous.

            That morning, he had heard two people speaking in hushed voices about the thrill of raping someone, the power, the control!  So Phoenix decided to try it.

            When Miles finally came out of the office, he looked exhausted and vulnerable.  Perfect, Phoenix thought.  He didn’t expect Miles to stare down the alleyway he was hiding, so he froze up, and almost missed the opportunity to continue stalking his lover.

            Before Miles was completely out of his parking spot, Phoenix regained his focus, and jumped on the back of the departing car.  Ungracefully, he caused a loud thud, and a few scuffmarks he was sure Miles would kill him for later.

            As the car gained speed, Phoenix began to lose his grip and he slid off the car.  His coat tore when he crashed onto the pavement, scratching his arms up.

            Quickly he stood and brushed himself off, still attempting to look nonchalant as another car zoomed past him, honking loudly.  He cursed, and started chasing after the distant red car.

            He had just about given up when the red car turned into a convenience store parking lot.  How convenient!  Phoenix chuckled at his bad pun as he ran to the car, which Miles had left running.

            After tumbling into the back seat, he forced himself onto the floor and pulled his trench coat over his head, believing it would fully conceal him.

            Miles returned quickly and continued his drive home.  Phoenix had a tickling feeling that he had been somehow detected, considering the number of bumps Miles was hitting.  Once the long, painful car ride was over, Phoenix waited patiently until Miles was inside before he attempted to dislodge himself from the floor or the small red sports car.

            Finally he escaped the clutches of the fancy car, so he trudged up to Miles’s front door, ready to lie with his lover and cuddle, and forget the pain he was in.

            Before he could knock, he remembered what he had come for, and snuck over to an open window. 

            Beneath the window Phoenix had chosen rested Miles’s dresser.  When he pushed his way inside, and landed on it, he made a huge crash.

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Curious, Miles ran into the room to examine the source of the crash.  He moved carefully, suspecting a break-in.  What a great way to end my horrible day…

No one was in plain view, so he bent to lift the dresser, thinking, hoping it was just a particularly strong gust of wind.

Suddenly he was covered in darkness, a blindfold!  He felt himself being thrown onto the bed, and someone fumbling with his pants, attempting to remove them no doubt.

He recognized the warm, gentle hands on his skin, and the quiet, frustrated mutters of the man he loved.

“Why hello Wright, I thought you might drop by today, the condoms are in the bag next to the bed.”

The man touching him froze when he spoke, “No!  You’re not supposed to know who I am!  I’m raping you!”

Miles was speechless, and the awkward silence was followed by a chuckle.

“Heh.  You’re raping me Wright?  Wouldn’t that mean I should be resisting you?  Because I’m completely okay with having sex right now, it would, in fact, be a relief after such a strange day.”

“No!  You’re not supposed to consent to it!”  He pushed Miles’s face harder into the bed, pressing his still clothed package into Miles’s back.

Miles flipped over easily and groped for his lover’s face, being sure to kiss him when he found it.  “Did you follow me around all day, just for this?”

“I’m a ninja!”  Miles could hear the goofy smile on Phoenix’s face.

“… No you’re not Wright.  No you’re not.”

                “Hey!  Not here, we’re in public!”

“Oh baby, you just turn me on so much, I wanna touch you wherever we go.”

“No!”  The Pink Badger pushed her husband away, “Not here!”  She hissed again.

The Blue Badger pushed her down on the chief’s desk, covering her mouth “Now, now, stay quiet, you don’t want to make a fuss do you?”

Quickly, he removed the handcuffs binding the two together, and forced her into them.  “Now you’ll never escape me!”

The fight got worse as the Blue Badger used all his strength to pin the sexy Pink Badger to the desk.

“It’s a good thing you don’t wear clothes,” he grinned maniacally before plunging in, deeper than the deepest of deep oceans, causing his still resistant wife to scream with pleasure.

“Quit playing with your dolls, Chief!”  A hurried looking detective rushed past the desk.

“S-Sorry… I was just, um…” The Chief detective stammered, searching for a quick excuse for his behavior.

The spiky haired lawyer turned to his young assistant, mouth gaping wide, speechless.

Once he composed himself, he could only think of one thing to say, "I'm so glad that Pearls isn't here..."

Maybe some spoilers because Trucy is in it, but nothing is really revealed
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October 12, 2025

To my,  Hello to,  Dear Miles Edgeworth,

 

I told you, don’t come back because of me.  The next time you suggest that, I will stop writing to you.  As I said before, it would have been much better to cut all ties between us.  You need to start a new life without me, please, find someone new.  I don’t care who it is, just find someone who will be there for you, and treat you nicely.  I hope we can stay friends through writing, but I don’t want to see you again.  Ever.

 

Love,  From,  Farewell,

Phoenix Wright

 

 

Phoenix’s heart shattered as he proofread the letter for the hundredth time, as it had each and every time.  He missed his lover dearly, but he now had to give Miles’s heart away.  He hoped that his letter would ease the pain he was certain Miles was feeling, although he was too proud to admit it. 

A sigh escaped his lips; it wouldn’t help him at all to send this letter.  His head told him to send it, but his heart wanted him to tear it to pieces.  Phoenix quickly folded the paper and stuffed it into the envelope, which he had already addressed to Miles’s apartment in Paris.

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From past experience, Miles always responded immediately, but it would still take a long time to arrive.

The usual month passed, and Phoenix frequently checked the mailbox.

After two months, he had practically given up.  He told himself it was all for the best; he had finally succeeded in severing all ties.  Miles was finally letting go, which was just what he wanted.  So why did he feel so empty?

Four months after Phoenix had resisted the urge to write how much he loved the other man, had written only what needed to be said, the mail was piled high in the office.  Trucy carried it in every day, but he didn’t bother checking it anymore. 

On the fourteenth of February, Trucy walked in with an armful of mail.  She searched through it, as she did every day, removing her mail before throwing the rest on the ever-growing pile.

“Papa?”  She approached him after dropping her mail on the sofa.  “Um… It’s Valentine’s Day and…” She trailed off, holding out an envelope to him.

Phoenix took the letter, and examined it carefully.  The only thing written on it was “Phoenix Wright” in very neat handwriting.

Trucy ran off as Phoenix thrust the unopened envelope on the ground in anger.  He collapsed on the sofa and switched on their small television, trying to keep his mind off of Miles Edgeworth, that bastard.

He could feel the letter lying on the floor next to him, begging to be opened.  He couldn’t focus on the report about the case Apollo was caught in the middle of.  His mind was running wild, screaming at him.

It was so loud inside his head; he was surprised that he could hear Trucy open the office door and leave.  He was surprised he could hear the reporter say, “Apollo Justice just might turn out to be the new Phoenix Wright.”  He was surprised he could hear Edgeworth call his name, “Wright.”

No.  He spun around quickly, but no one was there.  A flash of maroon passed him on the left, but no one was there.  Just that damn letter lying on the floor.

Unable to resist it anymore, Phoenix snatched up the letter and tore it in half.

Hands shaking, he watched as two halves of a red heart fluttered to the floor, followed by two halves of the letter.  Phoenix fell to his knees and gathered the torn pieces of paper.  He fit the two sides of the heart together.  It read, “HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY NICK!  We miss you, Love, Maya and Pearls”

Phoenix was confused.  Slowly he opened the letter, fitting its halves together.

 

 

December 25 2025

You imbecile Wright.  You are so juvenile and you speak such nonsense.  You act like a child in every way possible, but I have become infatuated with your behavior.  Seriously Wright, how could I possible find someone else?

I apologize for how long this letter took to find you.  I mailed it to Detective Gumshoe first with a note explaining that he had to bring it to you on Valentine’s Day…  Well, actually Maya made me.

Maya and Pearl came pounding on my apartment door a few days ago.  They refuse to tell me how they arrived in Europe, but they have been tailing me ever since they found me, saying they have no money and that I need to bring them home.  Maya has not changed a bit; I have told her time and again that I have to stay here, but she does not understand.

I escaped the two of them for a few moments of peace so I could write to you.  We are having a Christmas celebration, initiated by Maya, but I feel lost without you.  Christmas is meant to be about love and family right?

I should finish this before I begin to ramble.  I know you are not going to stop writing to me, so I might as well say it.  I love you Wright.

Merry Christmas (Happy Valentine’s Day)

Miles Edgeworth

 

P.S.  I will be in the L.A. airport the day after you receive this letter.  I expect you will be there to take Maya and Pearl.  If you truly insist on never seeing me again, I will return to Europe, and this will be over.  The decision lies with you, Wright.

 

 

It wasn’t until a tear dropped onto the page that Phoenix realized he was crying.

Lotsa GS4 Spoilers (About Trucy and Apollo)



And the sequal, with similar spoilers

Spoilers for Phoenix's situation in GS4

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            The hooded figure who had entered the bar earlier that day approached me.

            He hadn’t spoken a word all day, other than an occasional order, muttered under his breath, to the bartender.

            His voice was sultry, and it surprised me when he spoke, “Phoenix Wright, I’ve been looking for you.”

            I stared at him, waiting for him to continue, but when he didn’t, I turned back to my grape juice, which was much more important.

            The hooded man cleared his throat loudly, until I turned back to him, “Can I do something for you, sir?”

            “Yes you can, Mr. Wright, I am here to challenge you… to a game of poker!”  He spoke quietly and dramatically, obviously trying to raise some sort of reaction from me.

            I shrugged, “Sure… We’ll head down to the basement once I get another bottle of grape juice.  What are the stakes?”

            He grabbed my wrist as I tried to stand.  “No!” He hissed, “Keep silent about it.  We’ll play in a more hidden place.  I have, in fact, already procured a room upstairs.  We will be playing in private, and the stakes will be… clothing.”

            I choked on my sip of grape juice, “WHAT!  You want me to play-”

            “Shh!” He covered my mouth until I quieted down.

            I spoke in a whisper, “You want me to play strip-poker with you?  That’s crazy!  There’s no way, I have no desire to see you naked, and I never lose.”

            “We’ll see about that,” the hooded man chortled, “You seem to have misunderstood Mr. Wright.  You actually have no choice.”  A sharp item poked me in the back.  I turned my head to see another hooded man-this one had broad shoulders-holding me at knifepoint.  Realizing that this man was absolutely serious about playing strip poker with me, I nodded.  “I see that I don’t have much of a choice…  Alright then, strip poker it is!”

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            We met up again in the designated room about five minutes later.  I may have run, but the broad shouldered man was following me.  The hooded man had brought a fancy looking bottle of beer, and I was cradling five bottles of grape juice in my arms.

            The broad shouldered man situated himself behind me, by the door, preventing any entrance or escape.

            “Okay, the rules here are simple,” although I couldn’t see his face, I could tell that he was grinning at me, completely satisfied with his complete control over the situation.  Although he was already beginning to freak me out, I said nothing.  “Every hand lost or folded results in the immediate removal of one article of clothing.  Pairs of things, such as shoes or socks only count as one article.  Jewelry and watches are not considered clothing.  Your hat counts, but not the pins on it.  Once all clothing has been removed from one contestant, one last hand will be played.  This hand will be considered a pity hand.  A loss of this by the already naked party will result in his removed clothing not being returned to him.  Have I made myself clear Mr. Wright?”

            There were so many rules that seemed absurd, but I knew I would have no chance of changing anything, “Um, pretty much.  Does your cloak count?”  I asked, hoping he would take it off before we began playing.

            “But of course Mr. Wright.”

            “So, there’s no chance of you taking it off beforehand, and…” I spoke dramatically, imitating him from earlier, “revealing your true identity!”

            “Not a one, Mr. Wright.”

            “Will you stop calling me that?  You sound like a butler!” 

            “Not a chance, Mr. Wright.”

            I could feel my face burning with frustration, and I could tell that he loved every minute of it.  “Fine then, what decks are we using?”

            “It doesn’t matter to me.  We can follow house rules, and switch between a red and blue deck if you would like.  I presume you have your decks on you, Mr. Wright?”

            I pulled my two decks out, placed the blue one to the side, and began shuffling the red deck.

            “And so we begin.”  The hooded man began chuckling, before he took the deck from my hands and dealt five cards to each of us.

            “Five card stud is the game.  Are you up to it, Mr. Wright?

            I could feel his hidden gaze, piercing into me.  I said nothing to his question, picked up my cards, and tried to keep my mind off the uncomfortable feeling that was growing in the pit of my stomach.

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            After five hands, I couldn’t believe I was losing.  I was down to my boxers, and the strange man had not lost a single hand.

            He shoved the deck at me, “Your deal, Mr. Wright.”

            “Hold it!” I yelled, “Sir, I still don’t know who you are, but there is no way you are lucky enough to beat me every hand.  Especially since I’ve been getting good deals.  You’re cheating dammit!  And I can prove it!”

            He chuckled at my accusation, “Careful Mr. Wright.  As you just said, you don’t know who I am, and therefore you don’t know whom you’re dealing with.  If you do something I don’t like, I can take you down with the snap of my fingers.”  He nodded to his broad shouldered partner by the door.

            My body tensed as I heard rustling behind me.  I didn’t need to turn to know that the brute by the door had his knife pointed at me.  I sighed and snatched up the blue deck.

            “That’s right, deal those cards like the obedient puppy you are.  No complaints now, Mr. Wright.”  His sultry voice was taunting me; I was really beginning to hate this man.

            I dealt the next hand.  As I moved to pick up my cards, I felt the hooded man’s gaze fall upon me.  It felt different this time, warmer, and it surprised me.  I paused where I was.  We sat there, frozen for what felt like forever, until I felt him turn away, and he broke the silence.  “Three cards please.”  He slapped three cards onto the table.  I felt a chill run through my spine; I had strangely liked it when he was staring at me.

            After placing two of my cards on the table, I dealt the rest out.  When I looked at my hand, I smiled.  They were all spades, 8, 9, 10, Jack and Queen.  Perfect.

            “What do you have there, Phoenix Wright?  Think you’ve finally beat me?”

            I smiled more broadly, there’s no way for him to beat me now!  “Straight flush.  Beat that.”  I threw my cards on the table.

            “Alright.”  He laid out his cards one by one.  10 of hearts, jack of hearts, queen of hearts, king of hearts, and finally the ace of hearts.  “Royal straight flush, I win again.  Boxers come off now, Mr. Wright.”  I could feel him smirking at me as I stood.

            I paused before removing my boxers to take a deep breath.  “Ha!  What’s wrong Wright?  I came here to see this, now remove your boxers!  That’s an order.”

            Angrily, I pushed them off, exposing myself completely to this strange man.  My last shreds of dignity fell to the floor, attached to my final piece of clothing. 

            “Perfect.  Absolutely a wonderful show Mr. Wright.  It’s exactly…” He trailed off.  “Anyway, one last pity hand.  If I win, you don’t get your clothes back, if you wi-”

            I cut him off quickly, “If I win you have to reveal yourself.  There, my pride versus your identity.  That’s completely fair!”  I took a swig out of my last bottle of grape juice.

            “Ooh, angry now, Mr. Wright?  Very well, I will play on your terms.  It will make the rest of the game much more… interesting.”      

            He took the red deck, shuffled, and dealt out our last hand.

            I could feel my stomach sinking when I looked at my hand.  I had two twos, an eight, the king of hearts and the ace of spades, nothing that would help me against his always perfect hands.

            “3 cards…” I dropped the eight and the twos.  He said nothing, but dropped one card onto the table.

            He slowly gave me my cards, one at a time.  It felt as if he were trying to make this moment extremely dramatic.

            I flipped my cards over, not caring that he saw.  Knowing that the chances I could win this were slim to none, I turned over the king of diamonds first, followed by the ace of clubs.  The final card I flipped was the king of spades.  Although my chances had shot up, I was still skeptical.  I dropped my king of hearts and ace of spades next to my new cards, “full house.”  I sounded much more confidant than I felt.

            He chuckled, “Nice job Wright.”  He tossed his hand onto the table, “I’ve got nothing.  I guess it’s time.”

            When he lowered his hood, I couldn’t believe my eyes.  I would recognize that silvery hair and smarmy smile anywhere.

            “Ed-Edgeworth?"

            "It's been awhile Wright, and it's just the way I remembered it."

“Hey Phoenix!”  The prosecutor ran into Wright and Co. Law Offices with a big smile on his face, planning to surprise his boyfriend.  He had been so busy for the past few weeks that they hadn’t had any time together.  With his left hand, he removed his magenta coat that the defense attorney always teased him about.  With his right hand, he clung to the large wrapped box.

            Miles frowned when he saw that no one was in the office.  Phoenix had been in his thoughts that whole day, so he sat at the desk to wait.  Much to his dismay, ten minutes passed and the door stayed closed.  Then twenty minutes; no sign of the spiky haired lawyer.  The longer he sat there, the angrier he became.  He did not usually come to Phoenix’s office as happy as he had that day, and that happiness was quickly being replaced by impatience.  After an hour or so, he got up to leave, thoroughly annoyed, feeling as if waiting any longer would be a complete waste of time.  As he approached the door, he heard a sob.

            The sharp intake of breath was followed by sobs that were unmistakably masculine.  “Wright?”  Miles’s eyes searched the room, “Wright?  Where are you?” 

He froze, listening closely to the faint crying.  The office was small, so the only places he could be were the bathroom and the coat closet.  After dropping the present, Miles approached the coat closet and turned the doorknob.

            Inside he saw Phoenix, knees up to his chest, with his head down, sobbing.

            “Wright…  Wright?”  Oh god, what happened?  Miles quickly fell to the floor next to Phoenix, he never cried… not like this.  “Phoenix.”

            His voice was gentler than before, and Phoenix mustered the courage to look at the prosecutor.  He was embarrassed to be seen this way, with tears covering his bright red face.  He only looked for a moment before resting his forehead on his knees again and bursting into another fit of tears.

            Miles couldn’t bear to see his old friend… his lover, this way.  He had to help him, in any way possible.

            “Phoenix.”  Again his voice found a different tone.  He spoke firmly, knowing he had to get the information from Phoenix.  “I need you to tell me what happened.  What has got you this upset?”

            When Phoenix managed to pick up his head, he gave Miles a look that shattered his heart.  He looked so lost, so damn helpless.  Calmly, Miles put his arm around Phoenix.  It was all he could do to not burst into tears himself. 

“M… M…” Phoenix coughed, truly unable to speak.  He finally gave up trying to find his voice, and instead lifted a shaking arm to point to the bathroom.  The torn prosecutor stood, and without his support, Phoenix collapsed in yet another fit of tears.  His body was shaking uncontrollably as he curled into the fetal position, sobbing into the floor.

Miles had never felt so frightened when he approached the bathroom door.  This is foolish, what is the worst thing that can be inside.  He continued telling himself that, but he knew that if whatever it was could affect the usually optimistic Phoenix Wright in the way it had, it must be truly horrible.

Regardless of the fact that Miles knew it would be bad, his heart still stopped for a moment when he saw Phoenix’s partner lying in a pool of blood on the bathroom floor, a knife sticking out of her chest.

Horrified, he backed up, shaking his head.  There was no way; no way she could be dead.  No… Maya could make it through anything.  He stumbled over something on the floor; the box he had brought with the warm winter coat for Phoenix.  It felt as if he was falling in slow motion, but he still did nothing about it.  He felt a warm liquid flowing down his face as he crashed to the ground.

Miles lay there on the ground, unable to stop crying.  He couldn’t move, only lay on the floor, listening to Phoenix cry and crying with him.

Miles loved the way it felt, every time he was inside his lover.  The two of them had to be careful, seeing as last time his secretary Hannah had heard them and burst in. 

            “Miles, MILES!”  His lover called, completely disregarding their agreement to stay quiet.

            “Shh.”  Miles tried to hush him, “do you ever want to have office sex again?  If anyone other than Hannah were to catch us, do you know what would happen?”

            Phoenix turned with a goofy smile on his face, “I don’t care!  Why should we hide it?  We’re both normal people with normal human emotions, doing something that every normal person desires.”

            An amused look crossed Miles’s face at the though of Phoenix being a normal person.  He sighed, “Wright, normal people do not have intercourse with their courtroom rivals.”

            The silence fell again as Miles rocked his lover gently.  It wasn’t until he hit a particularly sensitive spot that there was any noise at all.

            “Ooooh,” Phoenix moaned, “do that again.”

            As Miles pushed in harder, attempting to please the only man he had ever cared about, he heard a beep from the intercom, followed by the voice of his clearly uncomfortable secretary.

            “Um… Mr. Edgeworth?”  The two lovers froze at the voice, “I know you told me not to bother you when Mr. Wright is here… ever since… last time…”  She trailed off, “But you have a- HEY!  GO BACK OUTSIDE!”  She screamed at someone.

            Miles and Phoenix were unable to move, stuck in their awkward position on Miles’s usually perfectly organized desk.  His papers were scattered on the floor, along with his laptop, which Miles had gently moved the moment Phoenix had walked in.  There was no way they would be able to cover this.

            “Mr. Edgeworth, I’m having difficulty holding him back.  He seems desperate, he won’t even give me his name.  He- OW!  Don’t hit me!  Look out Mr. Edgeworth!  He’s coming in!”

            At that moment, the door swung open, and a clearly panicked Larry Butz ran in.  From the moment Hannah had said she couldn’t hold him back, they had barely enough time for Phoenix to dive under the desk and Miles to quickly pull his pants up and switch on the large, flat screen, plasma television he had installed a few days earlier.

            Larry and Miles stared at each other for a few awkward seconds.  Larry was glancing from the TV, which happened to be showing an awkward scene of two jaguars mating, back to Miles’s flustered face.  Miles stood up, and folded his arms, “what the hell do you think you are doing Larry, bursting into my office uninvited?  This had better be important, or I will have you removed from the premises.”

            The man who almost always had sex on his mind was beginning to understand the situation.  When he noticed that the fly on Miles’s zipper was down, his suspicions were confirmed.  “EWW!!  Edgeworth, you do know bestiality is illegal right?  Damn, I thought you knew all about the law, what with that being your job.  How could something like this ever turn you on?  I mean really, there aren’t even any boobs!”

            Miles’s face deepened in color, so much so that it almost matched his suit.  “I…  Larry, it’s not what it looks like!”  He regained his composure, “do you really think I would stoop down to your level?  I do not get hard from every living thing that moves.  Now do you have something to tell me, or shall I call security right now?”

            Unconvinced, Larry awkwardly glanced one more time at the television.  “You are a terrible person Miles Edgeworth.”  He paused for a moment, before remember what he had come to say, “OH MY GOD NICK IS MISSING!  I WENT TO HIS OFFICE, BUT HE ISN’T THERE!  EDGEY, YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING, CALL THE POLICE, CALL THE SWAT TEAM, CALL THE MILITARY!  CALL NASA!”

            Miles stared at his ranting friend.  Attempting not to laugh, he took his seat again.  “Larry, do you even know what NASA is?”  The still embarrassed prosecutor shook his head, “I do not care if Wright has gone missing, why do you think it would be any concern of mine?”

            A sharp pain suddenly surged in his foot, “OW!”  He screamed, unable to hold back.

            “Serves you right!  How could you not care about your old friend, you jerk!  You don’t deserve any friends if all you want to do is jerk off to bobcats and ignore your friends in need!  Consider this friendship severed!”

            Miles didn’t bother to explain to Larry that they were jaguars.  “I just… kicked something.”  He muttered, being sure to kick Phoenix a few times.

            Larry quickly grabbed the remote control to the television, which was lying among Miles’s papers on the floor.  After switching the television off, he ran out of the office, waving the remote above his head, and screaming, “EDGEY’S A PERV!  EDGEY’S A PERV!”

            It was at the exact wrong moment that Hannah decided to peek into the office to see what had happened.  What she saw was her flustered boss, helping a naked Phoenix Wright up from under the desk.  What she heard was her boss, speaking angrily, “you’ll pay for that.”

            Hannah turned away, trying to push all thoughts of her boss and his lover from her mind.  She really felt that she needed a new job.

            His towering shadow had been following me for quite some time now.  I never looked back, but I knew he was still there, chasing me.  I had to keep running, but where?  There was no escape.

            My feet led me down a dark alley, no doubt trying to find a place to hide.  A large stone wall blocked my way, and when I turned to find another exit, I saw the ten story high blue badger looming over me.  Cursing under my breath, I flinched, afraid of what he might do to me.  We both stood there, staring at each other.

            Do-do-do-do-do-do-doot-do-do-do-do…

            The music started playing, and he began to dance.  That wonderful dance that I created for him.  My worries flooded away, it was just the blue badger, my blue badger, he would never hurt me!

            I happily joined in the dance with him, carefully repeating each move as I had built him to do.  He was my child.  My eyes ran over his beautifully built body, from the bottom up to…  What the hell is that?

            Once I reached his midsection, I noticed something that I hadn’t built.  A small, sharp piece of wood, sticking out from the lower middle of his torso.  Frowning, I moved forward to examine farther, maybe it was just a spot I forgot to sandpaper.

            My sudden movement must have frightened him, because he stopped dancing.  He reached forward, and grabbed me, throwing me to the ground.

            His large wooden body was on top of me moments later, and I could feel that strange piece of wood, poking at my butt through my pants.  Before I could scream in protest, the sharp wood had torn my pants and boxers, and he was violating me.

            What I now realized was a penis was plunging in and out of me faster than I had ever thought a ten story high piece of wood ever could.  Tears formed in my eyes as I screamed, “Why Badgey?  WHY!”

 

***

I shot up in bed, screaming.  It took me a few moments to clear my head, before I realized that I had been dreaming.  What a nightmare!  I thought, as I stood up to get some water.  Moving my butt off of my bed, I realized it was sore for some reason, and it prickled with pain.  Shaking, I reached my hand down into my pants, and pulled out one giant blue splinter.

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