Ace Attorney x reader One Shots

In My Cell Block (Reader W/Various)

In My Cell Block (Reader W/Various)

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The guard led me through many halls lined with cells on each side. We came to a stop outside a sturdy metal door. The guard entered a pin and opened the door. Inside was a large room with one large iron gate separating the other half of the room. The guard opened the door and tossed me inside before locking the iron cell door and leaving. Then, I saw several different women sitting in various parts of the room. They looked at me and began whispering amongst themselves.

An older woman approached me, "Don't mind them. They like to talk." I spoke, "Its fine, Ms?" She laughed, "Please, call me mama. The rest of the girls do." The older woman told me the rest of the other women's names. She gestured towards a brunette girl who had her hair in a bun, "Alita Tiala. In for murder." She gestured to another girl. This one had short, red hair in an undercurled bob style, "Mimi Miney. Murder too." She looked towards a woman sitting at a table, "Plum Kitaki. Murder convict too."

Then, she drew my attention to a woman dabbing at her tears with a tissue, "Olga Orly. Illegal dealer. Murder's on her file too. Says she's innocent, but she only speaks Russian, so who knows?" Then, the woman's gaze stopped on another red headed girl, "Dahlia Hawthorne. My biological daughter...unfortunately." She continued, "Multiple killings and all of them failures. Like her." Then, she hurriedly moved on to the final girl, "Angel Starr. Used to be a detective. Now she's a murder convict." I bit my lip. Great.

I'm surrounded by murderers.

Then, I heard the girls start to mumble to themselves, "Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh! Hazakura, Butz! Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh! Hazakura, Butz!
Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh! Hazakura, Butz!" Their feet tapped against the floor, creating a beat, "He had it coming, he had it coming! He only had himself to blame! If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it, I betcha you would have done the same! Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh! Hazakura, Butz!" Alita spoke, "You know how people have these little habits that get you down? Like...Wocky! Wocky liked to chew gum--no, not chew. Pop! So, I come home this one day and I'm really irritated and looking for a little sympathy, and there's Wocky. Lying' on the couch, drinking a soda and chewing--no, not chewing, POPPING!"

She rolled her eyes, "So, I said to him, I said "You pop that gum one more time…" And he did. So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots...into his head!" Then, they all began mumbling again, "He had it coming, he had it coming! He only had himself to blame! If you'd have been there, if you'd have heard it, I betcha you would have done the same!" Mimi sighed, "I met Dr. Grey from Grey's Surgical Clinic about two years ago and he told me he was licensed. We hit it off right away. So, we started living together. He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd fix him a drink, we'd have dinner. Then I found out, licensed he told me? Licensed, my ass!" She clenched her fists.

"Not only was he unlicensed, oh no. He killed SIX patients; one of those sickos, you know? So that night, when he came home from work, I fixed him his drink as usual…You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic!" I bit my lip. These women were crazy, "He had it coming, he had it coming! He took a flower in its prime! And then he used it; and he abused it! It was a murder, but not a crime!" The woman sitting at the table spoke, "Now, I'm standing in the kitchen carving up the chicken for dinner, minding my own business, and in storms my husband Winfred in a jealous rage." She frowned, ""You been screwing the milkman!" he says. He was crazy, and he kept on screaming, "You been screwing the milkman!" Then he ran into my knife.
He ran into my knife ten times."

She continued, "If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it, I betcha you would have done the same!" The blonde Russian girl started speaking and stabbed at her eyes, "Что я здесь делаю? Говорят, мой знаменитый жених схватил моего мужа, и я сломал ему голову. Но это не правда. Я невиновен. Я не знаю, почему дядя Сэм говорит, что я сделал. Я пытался объяснить полиции, но они не поняли." Plum spoke, "Yeah, but did you do it?" The girl shook her head and spoke in broken English, "Uh uh, not guilty!"

Then, the long haired red-headed girl spoke, "My stepsister, Valerie and I had this double plan. And my tutor, Terry, double planned with us. With the last step in our plan, we did 20 hostage tricks in a row--one two three four five, split ups, spread letters, backtracks, flip flops, one right after the other!" She looked at her nails, "Well, this one night before the show, we were down at the mansion by Hazakura, the three of us, planning and having a few laughs. And we ran out of ink, so I went out to get some. I come back, open the door…There's Valerie and Terry doing number seventeen… the spread letter!"

She started filing her nails, "Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out. I can't remember a thing. It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead!" She frowned deeply, "They had it coming, they had it coming! They had it coming all along! I didn't do it, but if I done it: How could you tell me that I was wrong?" She blew the nail residue away, "They had it coming, they had it coming! They had it coming all along! I didn't do it, but if I done it: How could you tell me that I was wrong?" My gaze turned to the ex-detective sitting down.

"I loved Larry Butz more than I could possibly say. He was a real artistic guy, sensitive, a painter. But he was always trying to “find himself”." (Just imagine Larry was the security guard in Rise From The Ashes) She ran a hand through her hair, "He'd go out every night looking for himself, and on the way, he found…Adrian, Iris, Desiree, and Miles. I guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive...and I saw him dead!"

All of them growled, "The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum! The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum! They had it coming, they had it coming! They had it coming all along! 'Cause if they used us, and they abused us: How could they tell us that we were wrong?" Watching them made me feel anxious.

"He had it coming, he had it coming!He only had himself to blame! If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it, I betcha you would have done the same--" Then they began talking over each other.

"You pop that gum one more time--"

"Licensed my ass--"

"Ten times--"

"Почему дядя Сэм в тюрьме!"

"Number seventeen, the spread letter!"

"Artistic differences—"

Then, they delivered one last line before going silent again, "I betcha you would have done the same! Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Hazakura, Butz!"

Then, 'Mama' spoke, "You've heard their stories. Now, what's yours?"