Turnabout Prison

I haven't played Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney yet, (I want to play it soon, though!) but I have read a lot of Wiki pages and fan fictions and I am confident enough that I know Apollo, Klavier, and Kristoph's personalities pretty well.

Anyway, I thought of this idea because I thought of how a lot people in America are against the death penalty and a lot of fan fics I read that mention Kristoph have him be executed. So I thought "if the justice system in this universe can change, why can't the sentences?" So instead of being executed, Kristoph is serving a life sentence, and I thought of the plot from there. The fact that I have an excuse to throw a bunch of crazy personalities together in one place is just a bonus.

With that out of the way, please enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Meet Your New Cellmate!

If there was anything Kristoph regretted in his life it was that he let himself get caught and sent to prison. Maybe he should've been even more careful, taken more time to cover his tracks. Perhaps he should've planted false evidence and tried to frame someone? Whatever the case, his plans had unraveled and he was left to think over how that had happened for the rest of his life while rotting away in prison.

Prison life did not agree with him. Not that he had expected it to, but he was annoyed by just how little privacy he was given. Not in the cafeteria, or the courtyard, and definitely not the showers. The only place Kristoph had even a bit of privacy was his own cell, and even there anyone could see him. He hated the feeling of always being watched by cold, judgmental eyes. He wrote about it often in the notebook he had asked Klavier to bring him on one of his visits. Writing in it was probably the one thing that kept him sane.

He hated to admit it, but Klavier also presented some sense of normalcy in his life. He would never say this to his brother, but he looked forward to his weekly visits. Klavier would bring Kristoph news about what was going on in the world outside the prison. He also found it strangely adorable how much Klavier spoke about Apollo Justice in a way that made it obvious to Kristoph that his younger brother was in love. He wasn't sure Klavier himself realized it, though.

And then prison life suddenly got more miserable. It was during one of the mealtimes when all the prisoners were in the cafeteria. Kristoph never sat near any of the other inmates while he ate. He didn't want to get friendly with any of them and he had to admit to himself that a few of them kind of scared him. Especially the orange skinned man that had hair that vaguely reminded him of Phoenix Wright.

The prison warden, a stout military-esque man, came into the cafeteria while the prisoners were eating and demanded their attention, shouting at the top of his lungs into a megaphone.

"LISTEN UP ALL YOU DREDGES OF SOCIETY!" the warden yelled, causing almost everyone, including several of the prison guards, to flinch and cover their ears, "IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT DUE TO THE INCREASE OF ARRESTS BEING MADE WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF PRISON CELLS! SO, STARTING TODAY, WE ARE GOING TO START LUMPING YOU ROACHES TOGETHER! NO ARGUMENTS!"

Kristoph felt his heart starting to thunder. No. No, this was not possible. He couldn't have a cellmate! He was supposed to be a solitary prisoner! He was suddenly aware of one of the prison guards announcing that if there was any reason they should not have a cellmate to come forward. He quickly got up and tried not to make a grand show of walking over to the guard.

The prison warden and the guard who had spoken were just about to leave but stopped when they saw Kristoph approaching. The warden started to raise his megaphone to speak, but the guard quickly put a hand on his arm to stop him.

"Allow me, sir," he said, "Kristoph Gavin. What can we do for you?"

Kristoph allowed a moment to calm his breathing and racing heart. "I don't think I should have a cellmate," he declared. The guard regarded him calmly.

"Why not?" he asked, "Is there some medical reason that would make it difficult to stay in a cell with you?" Kristoph tried not to flinch.

"Well, no," he replied, "But I am supposed to be in solitary confinement. I'm in there for a reason, you know."

The guard scoffed. "So, you think you deserve special treatment, Gavin? What makes you think you're more special than any of the other countless of murderers here? Do you think you're more dangerous than anyone else? That Furio Tigre isn't getting his own cell, and he's far more threatening than you are."

"Wait, what do you mean I'm not getting my own cell?!" the orange man whom Kristoph feared, whose name was apparently Tigre, roared from a few feet away.

He probably should get his own cell, in all honesty, Kristoph thought to himself, though he would not say so out loud. The mad was rather intimidating and Kristoph did not envy whoever got him for a cellmate. He just hoped it wasn't himself.

Ignoring the tiger, Kristoph returned his attention to the warden and the guard. "Look, I really should have my own cell," he argued, "I've murdered several people-"

"Yeah, you and ninety percent of the other prisoners in this place," the guard interrupted, "Now if you're done wasting our time, Gavin, lunch is about to end. I suggest you enjoy the time you have to move about while you can."

Kristoph fixed them with a cold stare before turning and storming away. He was vaguely aware of Tigre yelling at the pair about not getting his own cell. He hoped he gave them a difficult time.

…

"At this point I think I would prefer it if they had just given me the death penalty," Kristoph told Klavier the next day when his brother came to visit. Klavier frowned.

"Don't say that, bro," he pleaded, "I know you hate prison and that you're in there for life, but I really am grateful that they've started lightening the sentences they give to prisoners. So many people were against the death penalty, myself included. I know you've done some horrible things, but I like having you still in my life."

Kristoph sighed and lifted his glasses to rub his eyes. There was no arguing with Klavier when he got sentimental.

"Surely having a cellmate won't be that bad, ja?" Klavier asked, "At least you'll have someone to talk to."

"It'll be a nightmare, I know it," Kristoph muttered, "And don't call me 'Shirley.'" He looked up at his brother. "Please tell me you have a case for me to look over?"

One of the things Klavier did to help keep his brother involved in the outside world was bring him the files of his latest case so he could give his thoughts on the matter. On more than one occasion Kristoph's insights had actually helped Klavier catch something he hadn't seen before, which led to the capture of the real culprit, whether it was the defendant or not.

But unfortunately, Klavier was shaking his head. "Sorry, bro, not today," he replied, "Apollo is on a case, but I'm not prosecuting it. One of the Paynes is. Forget which one. The annoying one I think."

"You're describing both of them," Kristoph pointed out.

Klavier couldn't help but burst out laughing. "So true, Kris!" he laughed, "So, so true!" When he was done laughing he seemed to remember something. "Oh, I suddenly remembered the prosecutor's office hired a new prosecutor yesterday."

"Another one?" Kristoph scoffed, "Don't you guys have enough people over there?" Klavier shrugged.

"I don't think Herr Edgeworth likes him too much, though," Klavier continued, "He's rather rude, loud, stuck-up, and intimidating. He was apparently prosecuting in New York before coming over here. He supposedly uses a lot of scare tactics to win."

Kristoph folded his arms. He was rather disappointed he would never get to go against this man in court. He wanted to knock him down a few pegs. "What's this man's name?" he asked.

"Damien Darkart," Klavier responded, rolling his eyes. Kristoph's brow shot up. "Ja, I know. So subtle. Be grateful you never have to meet him."

Kristoph was about to say something, but one of the guards suddenly informed them that visiting hours were over. Sighing, Kristoph bid his brother good-bye before being escorted back to his cell. Before the door closed, though, another man was shoved in with him.

"This is your new cellmate," a guard announced, "Kristoph Gavin meet Matt Engarde. Try not to kill each other." And then the cell door closed.

I was going to continue, but I think it would be more fun to do first impressions in the next chapter. You're also going to learn whom everyone else got paired with. I'll say right now that most of the inmates are characters from the original trilogy because those are the only games I've played so far, but I feel like I know enough about Apollo, Klavier, and Kristoph to write about them. Anyway, please leave a comment telling what you think so far!

Oh, and sorry about the out of character "Shirley" joke. I couldn't resist.