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Willy Wright Chocolate Factory

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Willy Wright and the Chocolate Factory


The man was there. Screaming. Gasping. Grasping.

He didn't remember the words, but he knew this scene all too well. The struggle, the fight, then darkness. When he awoke from the darkness...


It was morning, bright light streamed into his room. The same dream. Eating at his mind whenever he was in a time of stress, a time of doubt. How these thoughts constantly circled around in his mind, if only he could free himself of their grasp. But he knew why they circled, he knew that, if the dreams had any meaning, it was to remind him that something terrible had happened in his own life. His own guilt not yet certain. These thoughts...  How can one prosecute with such certainty when they are quite possibly guilty of their own crimes?

He shrugged off the thought and arose from bed. He didn't need this right now, there was work to be done. He couldn't stop doing his job every time he had a mere dream. For all he knew it was just a nightmare with no real basis. And the guilty should never be let free, it was an oath he had made. To Whom, though?

He shrugged again and turned on the news to stop the thinking, something he rarely liked to stop, but when the thoughts were on his own self, he often sought other things to occupy his mind with. The first channel that came up was in a commercial, some chocolate company... Golden tickets... He wasn't sure, but flipped over to the 24-7 news channel. Interestingly enough the headlining article was about the very company he had just seen a commercial for.

"Willy Wright's Chocolate Golden Tickets are causing children all over the world to get sugar-mania! Kids are blowing months of allowance on chocolate just for the change to get a ticket! It's sensational!" said one unseen reporter while the camera showed several candy shops with children all fighting for a place in line to purchase the candy.

One flighty candy-man being interviewed came up "It's not right..I-I've seen these kids do things.. It aint right man," Then with a sudden burst of energy he continued, "But MAN is it sure helping business for me during this economic struggle!"

Edgeworth just sighed and turned off the TV, all thoughts of nightmares and murder sufficiently forgotten. With one last look around his place of residence he got up his briefcase and left for the day. When he arrived at his office approximately a half-hour later he was left mounds of evidence to sort through from his various cases. Whatever detectives had dropped off the evidence had done terrible jobs of writing clearly and it took him nearly two hours to sort through all the information he needed before finally depositing each report and photograph in the proper binder.

Unfortunately as soon as he finished this there was a knock on the door followed by a flourish as Detective Gumshoe barged in.

"SIR! I sent you some evidence earlier, but something happened and I need to bring you down to the scene, fast, sir!"

"Yes, I saw your evidence. Along with the evidence from four other detectives. Didn't anyone teach you buffoons how to write clearly? This has been a nightmare to understand," Edgeworth said flapping one such incriminating scrap of notes at Gumshoe.

"Ah, sorry sir, we're all just swamped at the precinct, and all, no time to right clearly when ya gotta write fast, ya know? Heh?" Gumshoe paused to scratch the back of his head defensively, but then snapped back into action, "Anyway sir, we have to go down to the crime scene, something terrible!!!"

With a sigh Edgeworth got up, took his jacket off the hook and walked up to Gumshoe indicating he lead the way.

At the scene there was a very grumpy old man and his nephew who were stubbornly refusing to let the police continue their investigation, claiming that they were disrespecting private property. Naturally when asked to show proper ownership they failed to procure necessary papers. Edgeworth, already in a less-than-pleasant mood due to his less-than-adequate night's sleep was more-than-happy to immediately slap charges on them for interrupting and disrupting a formal police investigation. After nearly completing all his paperwork on the charges (which he made a habit of taking with him when investigating a scene for just such a purpose), Gumshoe was able to talk him down and the papers were marked "void". As the two men walked away defeated, Edgeworth made a note to himself to be sure to check both men's backgrounds and to how they may be connected to the crime.

Crime scene after crime scene, paperwork after paperwork. It was a long day, and it was starting to weigh down on the prosecutor as his morning's nightmare began to creep back into his mind. He did as best he could to keep busy with casework, but near the end of the day he told all persons that he had much work to do and should not be disturbed in his office for any reason.

Naturally, five minutes later Detective Gumshoe knocked on the door and slowly peered in. Edgeworth knew better than to yell at the man when he was trying to pull off his "puppy-dog eyes", and merely said "Briefly."

"Sir, sorry if I've been stressing you out and stuff today,-"

"You have done no such thing, I just have a rather large caseload, once my desk clears up a bit I'll be fine," He said, trying to maintain his usual aloofness.

"Oh, well.. Anyway, sir... I was just.. Well, I thought maybe you could use something to calm down, and... Well, you probably wont like it, but maybe Pess will, but ..."

"Detective, out with it."

"Well Sir, I just bought you this. I know it's not much, had to practically punt a kid to get it for ya – got bit too, see? Anyway, here ya go Sir," and the Detective handed Edgeworth a bar of chocolate.

Edgeworth looked up questioningly to the Detective, but he was already halfway out the door. Looking back down at the small, rather cheap gift lifted Edgeworth's spirit a bit. He'd never had American candy before, and couldn't imaging it being nearly as good as his usual Swedish variety, but he was still somewhat pleased by the thought and went to put the candy into his coat... Then decided better of it and wrapped it in an evidence bag and put it in his briefcase, lest it should melt all over his things.

It wasn't until Edgeworth had returned home, walked and fed Pess, and was about to read the newspaper before bed until he remembered the earlier news report he had heard that morning. Something about tickets? Golden Tickets?

That was about the time that Edgeworth realized what brand of chocolate Gumshoe had bought for him. Incidentally it was also the time he realized he had a Golden Ticket.
This is the first part of a parody and combination fic. Willy Wonka meets Ace Attorney. It's going to be full of randomness, Ace Attorney Puns and references and Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory themes and suggestions.

It's a new breed of AU crossover.

Willy Wright and the Chocolate Factory,
Now with 100% more Edgeworth in every bite.


Original posting is at Turnabout Musical Forums

Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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CertificialNerdx3's avatar
Oh goodness. This needs more faves. ._.

Hilarious, can't wait to read the rest :meow: