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"NO- That's not how it- that's not how it happened!" Mr Phillips yelled across the room stunning the entire court into silence, "Fine- god it's not like I'm getting out of this, I killed her!"

A member of the crowd let out a quiet gasp, "I was in love with Jess, then Elisa found out. She demanded we get a divorce and I- I panicked. I knew we wouldn't get a lot of money if she was the one filing for divorce, i did the maths in my head and knew I was in her will. And I killed her-"

"Court adjourned, twenty minutes on circumstance of sudden confession" The judge spoke, smacking his gavel.

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The court came back into play after the break, Quackity was sat with the victims mother who was pleading against the defendant.

"Mr Alexander Phillips, Please stand" The judge spoke, his eyes on the paper infront of him.

"Mr Walker, how does the defendant plead?"

"The defendant pleads guilty your honour."

"Mr Phillips you are convicted of First degree murder, your sentence is life without parole or chance of bail."

"NO!" Mr Phillips yelled as he was taken away by the police guards, "FUCK YOU HERNANDEZ! I'LL HAVE YOU DEAD I TELL YOU, ILL HAVE YOU DEAD!" he yelled, just before he was taken completely out of the room.

"Court adjourned!" The judge hit the gavel once more and everyone poured out of the room.

Quackity began heading to his hotel room, it was often he got death threats from the cases he'd won against criminals, that was the issue with working within criminal law. It resulted in a lot of death threats.

Upon entering his hotel room he collapsed onto the bed, untying his tie and undoing the top button. He let out a deep sigh, staring into the darkness of the hotel praying for sleep to soon consume him.

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Dream sat across his bed aimlessly scrolling his phone as George sat on the windowsill, looking out the the sea.

"Your apartments so much prettier than mine."

"Then move in with me." dream chuckled not looking up from his phone.

"What?"

"Youre always here anyway," Dream glanced up looking over at the shorter boy, "what difference would it make."

"dunno," George looked back out to the water, "everyone else our age is settling down, not moving in with their best friends."

"So? Who cares about everyone else?" Dream questioned, putting his phone down and getting up standing behind George. "besides, we're hardly friends George."