Name: Ema Skye

Vehicle: Nickola (Is it a surprise to anyone that Ema would name her Tesla after the physicist who inspired it? But let it be known that Ema was a fan of Tesla before it was cool.)

Vehicle Armor: 2/5 (Scientifically speaking, there's a negative correlation between a vehicle's speed and its level of protection. The more armored the vehicle, the greater its mass, and as everyone knows, the greater an object's mass, the greater the amount of power needed to move it is. Therefore, if Ema wanted to make her vehicle as fast as possible, she needed to make sacrifices in regards to defense.)

Vehicle Speed: 5/5 (This is Ema we're talking about. The second she bought this vehicle, she spent an entire weekend modifying it so that it could rival Indy cars.)

Vehicle Handling: Very Tight (In the world of Science, precision is everything. After all, one degree is what separates water and steam. Likewise, in the world of driving, a few centimeters can mean the difference between coming out unscathed and crashing into an oncoming car and dying a horrible, painful death- especially in a competition like Debauched Steel. That's why Ema has spared no expense in ensuring that her vehicle has the best handling possible.)

Special Weapon: 5/5 (Hydroxyacelunodosetrase- While this chemical that Ema developed in her bathroom may not currently be accepted in the scientific community, that doesn't change the fact that it was designed to turn anything that it touches into a puddle of sludge. Seriously, whatever you do, don't let that chemical touch you! We've already lost three interns to it when Ema was testing the air pumps her car uses to fire high-pressure bursts of that stuff at anything unfortunate enough to cross her path.)

Bio: I swear, the Gavin family will be the death of me! As if it wasn't bad enough that I had to endure several years working under that glimmerous fop and putting up with his legion of mindless fangirls, now his nutcase of a brother has somehow gained omnipotence and is forcing us to kill each other for his amusement. Well, looks like it's up to science to once again save the day and set everything right.


Kristoph is standing off on the side of the road, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face as he uses every fiber of his being to keep himself from laughing. After all, it's quite the challenge for the psychotic host to maintain his famed calm composure when the winner of Debauched Steel, the lucky contestant who has earned the right to wish for nearly anything that their heart desired, is Ema Skye, who, unlike him, is making no attempt to hide her feelings as she flashes him her infamous pouty face while loudly devouring a bag of Snackoos like a starved raccoon.

"Why the long face, Ms. Skye? You should be elated that you've emerged from Debauched Steel victorious. Now you can wish for all of the snack foods you want… or, in my personal opinion, a better wardrobe, hairstylist, and manicurist." Kristoph sniggers, earning him a Snackoo to the head.

"Considering how you look, I think I'll pass." Ema snidely retorts.

"And just what's wrong with my appearance?" The host of Debauched Steel growls as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, nothing… If you're trying to look like a Ken doll that somehow has even less going on below the belt."

"Well, aren't we the little hypocrite." Kristoph sneers.

"You're calling me a hypocrite, Mr. I-Uphold-the-Law-by-Murdering-People-Like-a-Girl?" Ema sternly asks with a hand on her hip.

"First of all, there's no definitive evidence to back up those absurd claims that the Forging Attorney fabricated in a sick attempt to reclaim his badge with his stacked jury!" Kristoph snarls, his left eye beginning to twitch. "And on a side note, even if I did use poison to murder that reclusive girl with good taste in nail polish and her father- which I didn't- that by no means makes me less of a man. Why, there have been plenty of examples of masculine men who have used poison to dispose of their victims: Edward Pritchard, Thomas Cream, and Furio Tigre, to name just a few. And let us not forget examples of male poisoners in works of fiction, such as Claudiusfrom Hamlet, and Kaiser Vlad from the Battalion Wars series that I had to occasionally play with Wright and Edgeworth on game nights. But I digress…"

The deranged host takes a deep breath to help him regain his composure, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, before continuing.

"When it comes to my wrongdoings in which my involvement has been proven without a shadow of a doubt, I'm not afraid to admit it- namely, how I murdered a man named Shadi Smith because I am an evil human being. But yet you, on the other hand, mock my appearance despite being infatuated with my brother who looks exactly the same as me, only with a gaudy purple leather jacket and G chain instead of glasses and a designer suit."

"Stop right there, Sissyter Coxcomb!" Ema snaps as she glowers at the demented host.

""Sissyter coxcomb'…?" Kristoph asks, cocking his head slightly to the side out of confusion. "Don't you mean 'sinister coxcomb'?"

"I know what I said, Coxcomb." Ema curtly retorts with a hand on her hip. "I don't know what fumes your nail polish is giving off, but the only feelings that I have for your fop of a brother are irritation, frustration, and the desire to beat and strangle him with his own chain- and not necessarily in that order."

"Oh, please. Who are you trying to fool, Ms. Skye?" Kristoph sneers with crossed arms. "With how moody you get around Klavier, if you both were grade school children, you'd be trying to trip him down a flight of stairs and attempting to grope him on the bus ride back from a field trip."

"If I feel moody towards your brother, maybe it's because whenever I'm assigned to a case he's prosecuting, he never investigates, instead opting to dump everything on my shoulders. And even though that fop isn't there 99 percent of the time, that doesn't stop his mindless legion of fangirls from making my life even more of a living hell by constantly trying to steal evidence to have as souvenirs while squealing things like, 'OMG! Klavier is sooo HAWT!' and 'I wanna have Klavier's cute, toned babies!'" Ema snarls as she starts downing Snackoos. "But that's not the worst part. Oh no… That 'honor' would have to go to how your brother makes me do things outside the scope of my job with the threat of a pay cut if I don't comply- things like, but not limited to: cleaning his apartment whenever he's out of the country, working security for his concerts, and taking his place whenever your mother wants to have lunch with him."

"Forcing his subordinate to have lunch with Mother…" Kristoph chuckles with a shake of his head. "And people say that I'm the evil brother."

"Tell me about it!" Ema huffs with crossed arms. "All that other stuff, I can tolerate- albeit with a lot of Snackoos and white powder- but an hour in a café with a woman who never stops asking when I'm going to settle down with your brother and tries on multiple occasions to slip fertility pills into my food on the grounds of 'speeding up the inevitable' is where I draw the line. Now if you don't mind, I would like to move away from the topic of your fop of a brother and make my wish."

"Go right ahead. Anything your heart desires, I can make a reality- a world without my brother, you helping to advance the world of Science, all the white powder and Snackoos you could ever want. You name it, and it's yours."

"Don't make me laugh, Gavin." Ema sneers with crossed arms. "I may have worked under your brother, but I'm not one of his airhead fangirls. I know how these kinds of Faustian deals play out- I make a wish, and you twist my words around so that it backfires on me. That's why I'm keeping things specific and simple. For my wish, I want you to go back to your life as a prisoner under the condition that you aren't allowed to use any of your powers ever again, whether it's in the form of wealth or your reality bending capabilities."

"Granted." Kristoph replies with a sinister grin.

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, the area where Kristoph was standing is engulfed in a cloud of thick white smoke in which Ema can only see a pair a pair of two glowing ovals.

Thinking that the ovals are reflections from Kristoph's glasses, Ema can't help but glare daggers at the cloud as she reaches into her bag of Snackoos, waiting for the smoke to clear so that she can give the Sissyster Coxcomb the pelting of his life for not even trying to twist her wish. Sure, it would still be aggravating to know that the former defense attorney had somehow found a way to cause the forensic scientist's extremely specific wish to backfire on her, but this was just plain lazy.

However, when the smoke finally clears, Ema's look of frustration morphs into one of confusion upon seeing not Kristoph, but rather an adolescent girl wearing a similar pair of glasses. Though her similarities to the host of Debauched Steel aren't limited to their preference in eyewear.

Like Kristoph, the girl has long hair, though contrary the former defense attorney, who styles his to resemble a drill, she lets her long, wavy cerulean locks flow down to her knees- a feat made all the more impressive by how she towers over Ema by a good six inches. In regards to her outfit, the girl's attire is a dead ringer to Kristoph's- a white blouse with an orange ribbon tie at the neck area underneath a navy-blue blazer and a matching navy knee-length pleated skirt.

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe this is happening!" The girl squeals, her hands clasps together and cheeks turning slightly pink as a bit of saliva starts to drip out of her mouth. "First, Husbando asks plain old me to take over hosting Debauched Steel, and now I'm actually face-to-face with the Ema Skye, my favorite Ace Attorney detective! Hit me with a Snackoo, because this has to be a dream!"

As if on cue, Ema throws a Snackoo at the girl, hitting her right in the head.

"Thank you!" The girl chirps, calming down somewhat.

"Don't mention it…" Ema replies with an uneasy tone, not sure how to process the notion of someone actually wanting to get pelted with her junk food weapon of choice- especially someone who looks so… unusual, to say the least. "And you are…?"

"Sorry about that." The girl replies with a slightly embarrassed tone, her gaze pointed downward as she squeezes her left bicep. "When I get excited, I tend to get a bit carried away. Anyways, my name is Tsumugi Shirogane. I'm the Ultimate Cosplayer from the third main game in the Danganronpa series, Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony, and the host of Debauched Steel for the remainder of this episode."

"Ultimate… Cosplayer?" Ema asks, cocking her head slightly to the side as her confusion grows with each passing second of talking to this strange girl.

"I know it sounds weird since I'm so plain, but I make outfits of beloved anime and videogame characters that can be worn at conventions. Normally, I make costumes for other people to wear since I don't like being the center of attention; but more and more, I'm seeing normies pretending to be into cosplaying and having the audacity to use it to promote themselves! So if they aren't going to show the characters the love and respect they deserve, then it falls on me to do it myself! Why, at a recent convention, I cosplayed as you and conducted a mock investigation with my own white powder!" Tsumugi chirps, her right index finger raised as a huge smile spreads across her face. "Granted, it was just plain old sugar and not finger printing powder, but it's the thought that counts, right?"

"And you were dressing as me why?!" Ema reels back with a disturbed look on her face.

"Like I said earlier, you're my favorite detective from the Ace Attorney video game series! So it's only natural that I'd want to dress up like you!" Tsumugi beams with both her hands raised to face-level. "Now I know what you're thinking…" The adolescent girl states, her demeanor a little more stoic as she raises her left index finger. "It may be hard to believe, but we're both just characters from video games created for enjoyment of others. But that shouldn't put you down. On the contrary, you should be plain proud of being a beloved character since you've inspired fans to express themselves in a number of ways- fanfiction, fanart, and cosplay, to name a few. For example, your romantic relationship with Klavier Gavin has inspired the way that I handle romance involving tsunderes in my works."

"How many times do I have to say this? I'm not dating Klavier 'Fop' Gavin!" Ema huffs with a hand placed firmly on her hip.

"You LIE!" Tsumugi shrieks with a look of rage on her face as she points an accusing finger at the forensic scientist.

"Trust me, I've never been more honest about anything in my entire life."

"But-But-But…" Tsumugi stammers, a look of devastation forming on her face as she starts to break out in a cold sweat. "It's plain to see that you and Klavier have good synergy! With his warm, carefree personality and your take-charge enthusiasm, you balance each other out. I can picture it now…" The cerulean-haired girl excitedly sighs, her cheeks turning pink as drool starts seeping out of her mouth once again. "After a year or two more of working together, you start to open up to Klavier. You confide in him about how you have developed feelings for him, but are scared that he'll reject you since he's this big rock star prosecutor and you're just a plain girl with a flair for science. But Klavier wouldn't care. He would see you for the charming, witty girl that you are, tilt you back, and give you the kiss of your life. After that, you'd both start dating, and then would get married, and then make a bunch of beautiful science-loving, drill-haired babies!"

"First that periwinkle pisshead Kristoph Gavin, and now you? What is it with people thinking that I'm in an even remotely positive relationship with that glimmerous fop?!" Ema fumes as she starts downing Snackoos. "… Uh, are you ok…?" The forensic investigator asks with a look of unease upon noticing that the cerulean-haired girl's left eye is starting to violently twitch.

"You…! YOU…!" Tsumugi fumes, her body starting to violently shake as she pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose in a similar fashion to Kristoph. "You filthy WHORE!" The cosplayer roars with a death glare on her face, pointing an accusing finger the forensic scientist. "Don't you EVER talk about Kristoph-sama like that! Here I thought that you were a woman with good taste, but now I know the truth! You're like all those normies who treats Husbando like a monster when he did nothing wrong! Kristoph-sama is just misunderstood!"

"Look around you!" Ema proclaims, gesturing to the ruins of what used to be L.A. "Someone who's 'misunderstood' doesn't go around turning a city into an apocalyptic wasteland for the sake of some demolition derby!"

"It's nuanced, just like Husbando!" Tsumugi shrieks. "If you took the time to analyze what's going on, you'd realize that by destroying L.A., Kristoph-sama is both literally and figuratively deconstructing the Ace Attorney universe by showing how the series overlooks how the actions of Phoenix Wright and his friends destroy the lives of others- some who deserved it, but others who were merely victims of circumstance! For example, look at Husbando! Kristoph-sama was fired out of the blue by that jerk Zak Gramarye, only to be replaced by Phoenix! Sure, he got Phoenix disbarred, but Husbando owned up to it by being a friend to Phoenix for seven years and was more than willing to acquit him for Zak's murder by convicting Olga Orly. But how did Phoenix repay Husbando for his kindness!? He had Husbando arrested for murder and then overhauled the entire legal system with his rigged jury just to further humiliate my Kristoph-sama! And don't get me started on-"

The cerulean-haired girl's tirade is interrupted thanks to a well-aimed Snackoo to the head courtesy of Ema.

"And here I thought that Fop's fangirls were crazy!" Ema huffs. "Look, lady, that's not nuanced, that's crazy! I don't care that your animu crush got his little feelings hurt, sane people don't just go out and slander others just because they didn't get their way!"

"Obviously, you've never been on the internet before…" Tsumugi seethes as she pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Take the Ace Attorney fanbase, for example. Just because Phoenix lost his badge and became a hobo with D.I.L.F. eyes and an ass so tight that you could bounce a dime off of it, people have been insulting poor Kristoph-sama to no end- calling him things like creepsicle, creepy German sausage, and dildo! What the hell is that last one even supposed to mean?! Are they implying that my husbando is some kind of boy toy!? Because that's wrong! Kristoph-sama is a man of class who's saving himself for the right woman!" The cerulean-haired girl screeches as she glares daggers at the forensic scientist.

"I may not be the savviest person out there when it comes to internet culture, but from what I can gather, that dildo comment was probably referring to how the sissyter coxcomb may look like a man, but that's purely for show." Ema sneers.

"OH! You did not just say that about my husbando!" Tsumugi shrieks, reeling back as if she's been mortally wounded.

"Well, I did, and I will stand by it until the end of time itself. Kristoph Gavin is by far the least manly guy I have ever seen in my life- his hair smells like lilacs, his cologne is rose-scented, his murder method of choice, poison, is utilized mainly by girls, and his hands are more feminine than most women's. Not to mention, Coxcomb is so passive aggressive that he wouldn't be that out-of-place in a group of vindictive housewives from a reality show. Heck, if it wasn't for their crazed mother constantly emailing me naked baby pictures of the Gavin brothers with the message 'A preview of what my little Klavi can give you', complete with a winky face, a snowman, and a lightning bolt emoji…" The forensic scientist shudders at the thought. "I would have assumed that the Kristoph Gavin was an actual girl!"

"That's it! That's the final straw! I am plain sick of you constantly insulting Kristoph-sama and I won't stand for it any longer! Prepare to face the fury of an angry otaku!" Tsumugi roars, her nostrils flaring as her breathing becomes shallower, prompting Ema to burst out into a fit of laughter.

"Oooh, I'm sooo scared!" The forensic scientist sneers. "What are you going to do, brood in a corner and rant about how Japan is the desu best at everything? Because if that's the case, I'm already used to that after talking to the Twisted Weeaboo at the Prosecutor's Office on a number of occasions."

"You're plain wrong, Ema." Tsumugi replies in a sinister tone as she pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Since you hurt my husbando, it's only right that my husbando hurt you."

At that moment, the cerulean-haired adolescent snaps her fingers, prompting hundreds of Kristophs, all of whom are armed with Sandbag from the Smash Bros. series, to surround Ema.

"You're insane!" Ema proclaims with saucer-sized eyes as she gazes upon the numerous copies of the psychotic ex-defense attorney. "And why are they all carrying those creepy sandbags from the Smash Bros. games?"

"Sandbag's not creepy, he's bae! And the reason why my army of beautiful husbandos is carrying them is so that they can have an easier time beating you into a bloody pulp. Though speaking of which… Get her, my husbandos!" Tsumugi orders with an assertive finger point at Ema, prompting the Kristophs to slowly close in on the forensic scientist.

"Back, you sissyster coxcombs!" Ema shouts, throwing several handfuls of Snackoos at the army of psychotic ex-attorneys who remain undeterred in their approach. "Back I say! The power of Snackoos compels you! The power of Snackoos compels you! The power of Snackoos- AAAH!" The forensics scientist screams at the top of her lungs as the Kristophs proceed to bludgeon her with their Sandbags until she's been rendered silent.

After the Kristophs complete their task, they back away from Ema, allowing Tsumugi to gaze upon the battered corpse of her once-favorite detective in the Ace Attorney series as it lies helplessly in a pool of its own blood.

"Beloved characters may come and go, but husbandos last forever!" Tsumugi squeals, her cheeks turning pink and a thin stream of drool dribbling down her chin as she wraps her arms around two of the Kristophs, both of whom have pained expressions on their faces as they squirm and writhe in a vain attempt to escape the clutches of the elated otaku. "I am Tsumugi Shirogane, and on behalf of Kristoph-sama, I thank you for watching Debauched Steel."