Name: Manfred von Karma

Vehicle: The Mercedes (Not a Mercedes, the Mercedes. Any car purchased and driven by a von Karma is superior to all other makes and models- even those that are identical to it in every way, shape, and form and found at the exact same dealership.)

Vehicle Armor: 5/5 (The Mercedes is like von Karma logic- unbreakable and capable of making those of lesser fortitude cry.)

Vehicle Speed: 5/5 (von Karmas are never inferior in any aspect of life, and vehicle speed is no exception.)

Vehicle Handling: Perfect (Do you expect anything less from Manfred von Karma's vehicle?)

Special Weapon: N/A ("Special weapons are merely crutches for imperfect guttersnipes who lack the perfect genes of the von Karma." That's what Manfred told us when he chose to not give his vehicle any special attacks.)

Bio: Greetings, I am Manfred von Karma, the perfect prosecutor. Remember it! *Snap!* For countless generations, the von Karma family has struck fear into the hearts of criminals and defense attorneys alike by achieving guilty verdict after guilty verdicts with nary a defeat. But alas, my perfect record, the only thing that I ever truly loved, was stripped away from me on two occasions- once when Greggory Edgeworth stuck his nose where it didn't belong and struck me down with a penalty; and then 15 years later when Phoenix Wright, some sniveling, conniving greenhorn, used his seedy defense attorney tricks to make me lose not one trial, but two, with the second leading to my arrest. But thanks to this little show, I'll be able to restore the balance of the universe with my inevitable victory.


Kristoph may be a meglomanic psychopath with an ego that could rival the sun in terms of size, but even he couldn't help but feel intimidated at the sight of Manfred von Karma standing before him, glowering at him with crossed arms, as if the host of Debauched Steel is wasting his time. But then again, the veteran prosecutor does have the right to be arrogant. After all, he did win Debauched Steel and the ability to wish for anything he could possibly want.

"Congratulations on your victory, Mr. von Karma. What would-"

Manfred cuts off Kristoph with a loud snap of his fingers.

"That's Prosecutor von Karma to you, boy. I didn't maintain a perfect courtroom record for 40 years so that a mere defense attorney such as yourself could address me as 'mister'." Manfred venomously growls.

"Emphasis on 'did'." Kristoph sneers with crossed arms. "And by a 'mere' defense attorney, no less."

"You and I both know that Phoenix Wright is like an electric eel out of water- spineless and flails about haphazardly, but once you have him in your grasp, he just slips out of your hands and shocks you."

"Yes, I'm quite aware of how Wright is…" Kristoph growls as he pushes his glasses up. "But unlike you, Mr. von Karma, I actually managed to get him disbarred and crushed his spirit. And unlike your sloppily executed crimes which could have been figured out by a toddler, Wright only managed to best me through the use of forged evidence and a massive overhaul of the state's legal system."

"Defense attorneys…" Manfred jeers with a shake of his head. "Always celebrating the smallest of victories."

"Prosecutors…" Kristoph retorts, mirroring the former prosecutor's head shake. "Always overreacting when faced with the smallest of defeats."

"Well, boy, I won your competition, so you're going to grant my wish. And to make sure that I don't overwhelm your simple, miniscule defense attorney brain, I'm going to tell you what I desire slowly and with little words. Make… it… where… I… never… got… a… single… penalty. Do you understand?"

"Defense Attorney understand." Kristoph replies in an over-the-top tone with crossed arms. "Defense Attorney grant wish."

The host of Debauched Steel raises his arms in the air, causing bolts of electricity to stream between his hands, emitting a blinding light. When the light diminishes, Manfred finds himself in the courtroom behind the prosecutor's bench, standing opposite to Gregory Edgeworth, who is wearing his usual grey suit, as Jeff Master sits in the defendant's chair.

Upon realizing who the defense attorney is, a sinister grin spreads across the veteran prosecutor's face as he connects the dots.

This is perfect! Manfred's inner voice rejoices. I'm prosecuting the IS-7 trial. Hopefully, that wretched defense attorney sent me back to before I was given that penalty. All I have to do now is-

The 'perfect' prosecutor's thoughts are suddenly interrupt by a bang from the Judge's gavel.

"Mr. Edgeworth, you had an objection?" The bearded man asks.

"Yes, Your Honor…" Gregory replies with a nod.

Here it comes…! Manfred internally squeals with diabolical glee.

"I like cats. They're cute, fluffy, playful creatures that always bring a smile to my face." Greggory states with a bow.

"I agree, Mr. Edgeworth! Not to mention, cats hate Mondays- something I believe we can all agree with. What do you think, Prosecutor von Karma?" The Judge asks, gazing at the veteran prosecutor with his typical blissful look.

"What do I think…?" Manfred angrily parrots with crossed arms. "I think that this trial has gone off the rails. Cats have absolutely nothing to do with the current case!"

"GWWWWAAAAHHHH!" The Judge screams, an icy glare forming on his face. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!? THAT'S A PENALTY!" The angry bearded man roars with a slam of his gavel.

"What!?" Manfred reels back, a few drops of sweat dripping down his brow. "You can't give me a penalty over such a trivial matter like I'm some kind of defense attorney!"

"WHAT'S THAT!? YOU WANT A DOUBLE!? WELL, HERE YA GO!" The Judge yells, slamming his gavel once again.

"Dou- Raaaaaaaargh!"

"Now hurry up and fix things!" The Judge angrily demands.

"Fine…!" Manfred hisses as he pulls out a photo of Delicia's room, in which a stepladder is clearly visible. "As you can see by this photo, this ladder could have been used-"

"That's a stepladder, Mr. von Karma." The Judge interjects."

"Are you daft? They're the exact same thing." The veteran prosecutor curtly responds, prompting the Judge to slam his gavel.

"That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong this trial. The prosecution is clearly not mentally sound if they cannot appreciate the cuteness of cats, as well as know the obvious difference between a ladder and stepladder. Therefore, all of the prosecution's previous arguments have been stricken from the record. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts. This court finds the defendant, Mr. Jeffery Master… Not guilty!" The bearded man proclaims with another slam of his gavel. "And with that… The court is adjourned."

"NOOOO!" Manfred screams, the color draining from his face as he stumbles back. "This wasn't supposed to happen! I was supposed to get my guilty verdict with no penalties!"

"So sorry about that, Mr. von Karma…" Kristoph calmly states from behind the 'perfect' prosecutor, prompting the vampire-esque man to turn around and see the host of Debauched Steel sitting front and center in that section of the gallery. "My 'miniscule' defense attorney brain was under the assumption that you desired two penalties and an acquittal verdict. My mistake. After all, not everyone can be as perfect as you."

"Why you little…!" Manfred snarls, wasting no time in climbing into the gallery to bludgeon Kristoph with his cane, prompting the other spectators to flee the area while screaming in terror.

"Bailiffs, remove Mr. von Karma from this court of law and have the police put him into custody for assault!" The Judge orders, prompting two muscular bailiffs to enter the gallery and grab the veteran prosecutor by the arms.

"No! Unhand me, you lowly bailiffs! You can't do this to me! Do you know who I am!? I am the perfect prosecutor! I am Manfred von Karmaaaaa!" Manfred screams, fervently writhing and flailing about in a vain attempt to free himself and resume pummeling the host of Debauched Steel as he is dragged out of the courtroom.

As this is happening, Kristoph snickers to himself as he heals his injuries, which consists of just a few lumps and bruises, with a snap of his fingers.

"Perfection isn't attainable, but if you chase perfection you can catch a prison sentence." Kristoph sneers before turning to the camera. "I'm Kristoph Gavin, and I thank you for watching Debauched Steel."


A/N: I would like to thank MuhammadGamingS for submitting the idea for this chapter.