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"This is..."
Phoenix paused, stepping back from the window. As if he didn't already have enough unbelievable things to process, yet another had just dropped into his lap, so to speak.
"... This is Edgeworth's office." he finished, disbelief plain in his voice.
"Huh?" Trucy exclaimed, moving to the window in his place. "Uncle Edgeworth? But... how'd we get to his office?"
"I don't know, Trucy." Phoenix replied, watching as both Apollo and Athena followed Trucy to the window to look out for themselves.
The exterior of their office was dimmed with all the lights turned off, but Phoenix had seen enough to recognize this as the office of Miles Edgeworth, and old friend of his, who had eventually been appointed to the position of Chief Prosecutor after quite a few years of work here.
Once the group at the window had stepped back, Athena spoke up.
"Hey, Boss? This is... I know this is really messed up, but have you got any ideas? Is there something we should do?"
Phoenix wasn't feeling particularly confident in his ability to act as an authority figure at the moment. He guessed that he felt just as freaked out as all three of his companions. Looking back at all three of their anxious expressions, he answered.
"Sorry, Athena. We're in over our heads on this one. Just... try and keep calm. I don't think we're in too much actual danger at the moment."
"Right." Athena replied with a nod. She grinned at her two friends. "You heard the man -- let's figure out what we're gonna do next as a team!"
"I'll pass on the enthusiasm this time, Athena." Apollo replied. "But you're right; let's get to work."
"Right behind you guys, Polly." Trucy agreed.
Unfortunately, almost instantly as the group began to move from their place in the middle of their darkened office, a rather loud noise sounded from the distance. Nervously, Apollo returned to the window.
"Oh no."
"... What?" Athena asked, approaching him.
"We're about to have company." Apollo answered, gesturing toward the farthest reaches of the massive room beyond their office's walls. The door to Edgeworth's office stood what seemed like a mile away at least, and the doorknob was turning.
Pushing open his office door with one hand, Miles Edgeworth was holding up a leaflet of documents with his other. This stack of pages was what passed for a "memo" in his position. Really, it was more like a series of entire letters than anything else.
He switched on the office's lights and closed the door behind him. His gaze focused entirely on his notes, he didn't have any reason to look down at the floor of the room as he stepped forward and started toward his desk.
Unfortunately, this meant that he was walking straight toward a certain displaced building, as it was sitting squarely in his path.
"C-c'mon, go-!!"
Hastily trying to usher her friends toward the door out into the office's exit hall, Athena looked back. The booming footsteps coming from outside were coming closer and closer. They weren't going to escape in time. She had a sudden horrible mental image of the office's roof collapsing, burying her and her friends in a catastrophic pile of rubble as their workplace was utterly demolished by a massive weight falling onto its roof. She wasn't really feeling particularly ready to die, and she doubted her friends were in any mood to, either.
She screamed as a shadow fell over their entire office.
-CRAAASH-
With a nearly deafening impact, something tore its way into the side wall of the Wright Anything Agency, bulldozing through the entire wall like it wasn't even there. The many furnishings lined up against the wall were knocked aside at best and immediately smashed to pieces at worst, scattering loose objects and broken fragments of wood, glass, metal, concrete, and more all over the room. Even the disused piano broke apart with a horrible noise that split through all the others. The group could only huddle to the wall, their terrified voices melding together and joining the cacophony.
...
After a few seconds, they stopped. Bits of the wall could still be heard dropping into the pile of rubble that had just replaced much of their office, but the room had fallen silent otherwise.
His memo hanging loosely in his grip, Edgeworth looked down at the floor, his foot hovering in the air. Bits of the wall he'd just smashed a hole through dropped from the toe section of his shoe as he blinked in confusion.
What on earth was this object sitting on the floor? It looked like some kind of model building, like a small office of some kind.
"Hold on..." he muttered, carefully stooping toward the floor. He twitched, his surveying expression becoming one of shock. "What on earth-...!?"
This model office looked eerily similar to another building he recognized: the Wright Anything Agency. Indeed, as he stared at it in confusion, the similarity became too clear to deny. The model was a perfect replica -- or, at least, it had been until he'd put his foot through one of its walls.
He thought his heart might have stopped for a moment when, just seconds after he began to examine the model, several very small figures appeared inside of it, approaching the hole in the wall.
"Wh-what-...!?" he sputtered in myriad confusion and disbelief. Four very familiar figures could be seen, now, all appropriately small to match the size of their office, and unmistakably human. Both Phoenix and Trucy Wright, along with Athena Cykes and Apollo Justice.
All sharing looks of something between amazement and terror, the group stared up through the newly-smashed hole in their office wall to see the astonishing sight of Edgeworth standing over them like some mythical giant, his own distant face twisted with shock.
He made a few very strange noises before managing a single word. "Wr-Wright-!?"
Phoenix coughed when he tried to speak, dust rising from the rubble around him and getting into his mouth.
"Uhh... hey, Edgeworth!"
Trucy made a startled squeak as Edgeworth dropped his handful of papers. They scattered across the floor, one nearly striking the Agency's side.
"H-hi, Uncle Edgeworth!" she shouted after a moment, waving to him.
The minute that followed the very unconventional greetings saw Edgeworth lowering himself onto one knee to communicate more easily with the diminished group still inside what was left of the Agency.
"Wright," he asked slowly, "Might I take a moment to ask... wh-what the hell happened to all of you? And to your office?"
In most other situations, this might have been funny. Apollo and Athena hadn't seen Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth lose his cool like this very many times.
"Before you kicked a hole in the wall, right?" Phoenix jibed, making Edgeworth sputter an incoherent response. The stunned prosecutor finally seemed to have a sensible idea, and he lowered a hand toward the gap he'd made in the wall.
"Get out of there." he advised them. "That building doesn't... it doesn't appear stable any more."
Hesitantly, the group exited their partly-demolished office and clambered onto Edgeworth's open palm. Judging by the look of his massive hand, Athena took a guess at their new size.
"Man," she said, nudging Apollo's side, "We're maybe two inches tall now, at the most."
Apollo was about to reply before he yelped in surprise as their platform suddenly lifted into the air. Edgeworth had gotten upright again, and was slowly moving toward his desk.
"My... apologies for the damage to your office, everyone." he said as he reached his chair. He still sounded completely flummoxed.
"Hey!" Trucy piped up. "You can cover the repairs, right, Uncle Edgeworth? Our finances are kinda tight this month!"
"Er-..." Edgeworth stammered. "I-... I suppose, Trucy."
Sitting at his desk and twitching his hand to and fro for a moment, Edgeworth thought to let them climb back off of his palm and onto the desk. They all looked incredibly strange. Their proportions seemed the same as ever, and their movements natural and unrestricted, but their tiny size made them a confusing sight.
He cleared his throat. "Now... forgive my asking again, but... what on earth happened to all of you...?" he asked. The group exchanged a few glances as they thought over a response.
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