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Who: Phoenix Wright, anyone who happens to stumble by him
What: Phoenix eats a blue lollipops and has THE WORST TRIP OF LIFE: the movie
When: July 16th, 2012, during the day
Where: In the hall, outside, WHEREVER HE HAPPENS TO RUN OFF TO....
Warning: Don't do drugs, kids.

A few days ago, Phoenix had purchased a blue lollipop from Ai. Now, while he figured these were ordinary lollipops, he was more than happy to help pay for something that made Ai very happy: swimming lessons. Seeing her face beam as she spoke of how excited she was to learn how to swim was more than enough to get him to support that.

So, he sucked on the lollipop as he sat down at a bench outside, reading a newspaper. It was a lovely day, but this lollipop didn't seem to have a discernible flavor. It basically tasted like pure sugar on a stick, with a hint of... something else. Weird. But whatever, he just continued sucking it anyway, pretty absentmindedly.

A short while after he finished the lollipop, things started to get strange. The words on the paper were no longer black, actually. They were orange. And they were... bleeding? Phoenix would have found this strange in ordinary circumstances, but this time it actually fascinated him. He reached out and touched the paper, finding the orange ink dripping onto his fingers. Whoa. Trippy.

When he looked away from the newspaper, the sky seemed to emanate a bright pink color, and he soaked in the atmosphere, entranced by the purple grass and the... mass of spiders... crawling on his feet at this moment.

Oh god. Oh god oh god.

Phoenix screamed as the spiders crawled up him, assaulting him, and he was trying to shake them off. Oh my god did the people not see these spiders and why weren't they helping him?!

Some time later, hordes of gavels with wings began flying after him, chasing him down across the courtyard, through the black grass. He would hide behind this tree, but oh god it had eyes. Why did the tree have eyes? It was glaring at him, sucking away his soul... Everything was turning horrible and he had to get out. He had to get out.

So eventually, he found himself in a fetal position, huddling next to a dumpster. Anyone passing by would probably wonder why he was acting so weird, why he was shivering and mumbling about the gavels.

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And that scream got Sig to get distracted from trying to look for the insect. Normally, he might have continued to ignore the other, but that abnormal scream didn't sound right at all.

He looked over to the stranger and slowly crept over to him. It was rare for Sig to approach someone like this, normally there would be someone else who would take the time to approach strangers while he chased bugs around.

"...Are you okay." Sig asked in his monotonous voice. What was he supposed to do in this situation, anyways? Amitie would say the same things, but he wasn't exactly sure what else she would do.

Phoenix was still somehow merging with the sidewalk. Fortunately, the figure that came up to him was not the monster from before, at least not at this moment in time, and he was desperate for help. What he saw was at least close to what the guy looked like in a non-acid-induced state, but it was blurry. Space was distorting.

"Help! I'm melting! Help!" he cried.

The world around him was spinning as he melted into the sidewalk, though in reality he was on his side now, squirming around, clutching at anything his hands could grab.

"....." Sig wasn't sure what was going on with this guy. He wasn't melting like he was claiming. Sig scratched his head with his red left arm, not knowing what else to say.

"Melting?"

He was at a loss.

Why wasn't he helping him? Why wasn't this blue-haired wavy man rescuing him from melting into the sidewalk?! He was just standing there like a moron, repeating the word "Melting" over and over again. Was he part of this conspiracy? Was he making him melt?

"Help! Get me out of here!" he cried again, reaching a hand out to the boy.

Whether the boy was part of this plan to melt him or not, he had to try.

Out of where? Sig continued to be confused. Did this man needed help to get up from the ground? When the other reached out, Sig did not hesitate to reach back out...

... To give a handshake.

Phoenix, though, interpreted this handshake as a gesture to get him out of the melting of the sidewalk. He was successfully shaken out, tumbling over onto the nearby dark-colored grass.

As his face hit the grass, though, it smelled so appetizing. So delicious. He, himself was a cow, wasn't he? He should be eating grass... So, he started chomping on it.

Sig watched this strange man munching away at the grass, not having any sort of strong reaction to how random this guy was acting. First he was yelling around about melting, and then now he was eating grass? He has met some strange people back at home, but this was something else.

He scratched his head for a moment. Oh, right, he was looking for an insect! Time to go back to the search.

"Bug, where are you?" He asked as he walked away.