Name: Godot
Vehicle: Mia (Throughout history, men have named their vehicles after the women they love, and Godot's no different. Sure, before Mia came into his life, Godot's coffee-brown Esperante Spyder GT was named Esmerelda, Anette, Julia, Carlotta, Marie, Sophie, Ramona, Brittney, Sarah, Debbie, Jennifer, Rachel, Caroline, Emilia, Anna, Ava, Isabelle, Charlotte, Amelia, Emily, Scarlett, Victoria, Madison, Grace, Aria, Zoey, Lily, Hannah, Lucy, Allison, Sadie, Piper, Lydia, Alexa, Vivian, Carrie, Gabby, Willow, Heather, and Luna, but all of those other girls pale in comparison to his one true kitten.)
Vehicle Armor: 1/5 (Defense is for people who have something to live for, for people who deserve life. Godot was no longer either of those things after he woke up from his five years of darkness, only to be consumed by bitterness and vengeance to the point that he murdered the mother of the woman he loved, as well as put the lives of her sister and cousin in jeopardy.)
Vehicle Speed: 3/5 (Mia's more than capable of reaching speeds worthy of a four or five rating, but Godot deliberately chooses to go at a slower pace. After all, whenever Godot has rushed into something- having that interview with Dahlia, formulating his plan to stop Morgan's scheme, prosecuting that one murder case that forced him to enter Tres Bien- things always end horribly for him. That's why Godot's playing things safe by going slowly, yet not too slow.)
Vehicle Handling: Above Average (Godot may seem like the kind of guy who can take control of nearly any situation with his cool, collected demeanor and unrivaled confidence, but if that was true, then he wouldn't have been poisoned by a red-haired harpy and put in a coma.)
Special Weapon: 4/5 (Coffee Cup- This power may not seem like much, but don't let appearances fool you. By utilizing his ability to spawn an endless supply of mugs filled with scalding coffee, Godot's capable of unleashing a barrage of mugs on his enemies, not only damaging their vehicles, but also making their windshields darker than a moonless night in his heart.)
Bio: My world is like my coffee- dark as a moonless night, and bitterer than Hell itself. Several years ago, a witch twisted the goodness of coffee and used it to send me into a sleepless sleep for five years. Sure, I woke up, but in retrospect, I would have been better off dead. After all, why live when there's nothing to live for? The love of my life was wrongfully taken away from this world and the woman who ruined my life had already been brought to justice. But just as bitterness comes before sweetness, the destruction of our world has given me the opportunity to reclaim what I have lost.
Godot slowly drives through the ruins of what was once Los Angeles, gazing upon the burning rubble of what used to be proud skyscrapers that once pierced the clouds, restaurants where friends and families would go for good food and good laughs, and coffee shops that reminded people of the wonders of the dark brew despite serving essentially watered-down bean juice as he contemplates what has transpired. Earlier that day, the ex-defense attorney was a prisoner on Blaise Debeste's twisted show- a moment in time that felt like it was years ago- only to be transported to this apocalyptic wasteland by some effeminate Draco Malfoy and forced to compete in some life-or-death demolition derby in which he was the victor.
Funny… the only thing left standing in this crater of a city is the one person who would have preferred it if that she-devil's coffee-related deathtrap sent him straight to the Great Beyond. Was this some sort of divine retribution handed down to Godot as punishment for his sins, to be a prisoner within his broken body, forced to live with the pathetic shell of his former self he has become? These are the thoughts buzzing around in the coffee-loving man's mind as he drives to the spot where he was instructed to meet Kristoph Gavin, the host of Debauched Steel who will give him the ability to wish for anything his heart desired.
And sure enough, just as promised, upon arriving at the designated location, Godot finds Kristoph nonchalantly sitting on a bench off to the side of the road, reading a newspaper before getting up from his seat upon seeing the winner of Debauched Steel exit his vehicle.
"Congratulations, Mr. Armando. You are the winner of Debauched Steel. Though I'm hardly surprised." Kristoph remarks with a smirk and crossed arms. "After all, before that little mishap, you were a renowned defense attorney whose reputation of having a demeanor as calm and collected as his coffee was hot rivalled even my own- a man who won cases through thought and evidence, as opposed to the haphazard bluffing utilized by a certain pathetic man I know all too well…" The demented host growls as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Emphasis on 'was'." Godot nonchalantly replies as he takes a swig of coffee from his mug. "Like how the sun sets to give way to night, so too did my life as Diego Armando come to an end when I met that demon of a woman and drank from that fateful cup of jo, the taste bitter like the truth and my throat burning with the cruel seasonings of lies and hatred. Now here I am, more than a decade later, a broken, hollow husk of a man doomed to walk the earth, plagued by endless reminders of his own shortcomings and ineptitudes. I am Godot, and the only person left waiting for me in this world is the Reaper."
"Hey now, don't say that. What about all of the fans who wish to see you make a return in the next Ace Attorney game?" Kristoph chuckles.
"What are you talking about?" Godot asks as he flashes the demented host a confused look.
"It's not important- just a little joke. But I digress… Do you know what you want to wish for, Mr. Armando?" Kristoph asks with a warm grin.
"Never look the sun in the eye when you know it's shinning, Gavin. That's a rule to live by." Godot remarks as he takes another swig of coffee.
"In English, please." Kristoph sighs in exasperation with crossed arms.
"If you somehow got the same powers that Debeste had and know everything there is to know about each and every one of us, then it should be as obvious as good coffee is bitter that there's only one thing I would ever wish for, one desire that would restore meaning to my life. My only wish is for you to bring Mia Fey back to life so that we can finally be together once more, so that things can go back to the way they used to be before Dahlia and Tres Bien."
"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, Godot finds himself face-to-face with the love of his life, the woman of his dreams, the person whose revival gives meaning to all of his previous actions: Mia Fey, who frantically scans her surroundings, obviously confused about her sudden return to the Land of the Living.
For one of the first times in what feels like eons, Godot smiles- not the snarky smirk he would flash his courtroom opponents or the delighted grin that spreads across his face when he appreciates a good cup of coffee, but a look of sincere happiness as he's finally reunited with the most important person in his life and will be at long last reacquainted with her warm, loving embrace.
However, when the coffee-loving man goes to hug his beloved kitten, instead of feeling her arms gently wrap around his back, he's greeted with the sharp sting of her fingers as they connect with his face in the form of a quick slap.
"K-Kitten…?" Godot asks, taking a small step back out of shock as his ex-girlfriend glowers at him.
"You have some nerve thinking that I'll just jump right into your arms after everything you did, Diego!" Mia snaps, her arms crossed as she flashes her ex-boyfriend a death glare.
"B-But, Kitten…" Godot sputters, a few small clouds of smoke emerging from his visor. "Everything I did, I did out of the goodness of my heart- for you! Sure, I may have done some questionable things, but-"
"Questionable things!?" Mia roars. "You murdered my mother, Diego! You killed the woman who was the very reason why I became a defense attorney in the first place! And for what? You couldn't live with the fact that you couldn't stop Redd White from killing me so you had to create this elaborate scheme to make yourself look like a hero? Let me ask you, Diego, what were you originally intending to do with Dahlia?"
"W-Well… I was going to tie her up until sunrise, and then maybe… I-I don't know, she would… have left your mother's body because she… couldn't handle the sun…?" Godot reluctantly states in a tone that's more a question than an answer, his gaze pointed away from his ex-girlfriend as he nervously sips from his mug.
"We're spirit mediums, Diego, not vampires! We don't go out of our way to avoid garlic, we don't sparkle in the sun, and a channeled spirit doesn't leave our bodies just because it's daytime! The only thing that would have resulted in would have been Dahlia squinting because the sun was in her eyes!" Mia shouts with a stomp of her foot.
"I'll give you the first and third points, Kitten, but I'm afraid that I have to object to your argument about you not sparkling in the sun." Godot smirks. "My evidence? June 23rd, 2013; we were spending the day at the beach and you went a little overboard with the tanning oil in the hopes of becoming, in your words, 'more golden than an Oscar', only to look as red as Larry the Lobster."
However, the coffee-loving man's confidence is quickly deflated, being once again replaced by his usual feelings of shame, when Mia slaps him in the face once more.
"I told you never to bring that up ever again! But more importantly, even if your plan somehow succeeded and you 'defeated' Dahlia, do you think that would have made me happy? Do you think I would have loved you for defeating the ghost of a girl who I had brought to justice by endangering the lives of my sister, my cousin, and my mother?!"
"In retrospect, I guess not." Godot morosely remarks, his gaze pointed at the ground.
"You're damn right it wouldn't!" Mia yells. "And to make things worse, you were constantly belittling Phoenix, my protégé who strives to keep my legacy alive, for not being a 'man' and saving me, yet there you were, being no worse than my Aunt Morgan by essentially taking her original plan and making it so that more people were involved. And speaking of which, what about Pearly? What if something else in your 'grand' scheme went wrong and she was the one channeling Dahlia? Would you have killed her? Would you have murdered a little girl whose only crime was trusting her mother and reading a letter that you should have destroyed if you had any inkling of sense?! Were you even thinking when you came up with that ridiculous scheme!?"
"No, Kitten, I… I wasn't thinking. Like the coffee I drink, my heart was filled with darkness and bitterness, a desire for revenge against the girl who took everything from me- five years of my life, my vision, and the opportunity to protect you in your hour of need. I know that my crimes are inexcusable and unforgivable, but please… give me a second chance!" The coffee-loving man boldly requests as he grabs Mia's hands, a surprised look forming in her warm brown eyes. "Allow me to become the man that I once was!"
"Diego…" Mia solemnly sighs as she pulls her hands out of her ex-boyfriend's grip. "As much as I want to forgive you, I… I just can't! Just because someone ruined your life doesn't give you the excuse to drag others down with you. Take me, for instance. Because of Redd White, my mother's reputation was ruined to the point where she fled from Kurain out of shame. But did you see me formulating plans that involved putting people's lives at risk? No, because even though I hated Redd White with a passion, I didn't feel that it was worth stooping to his level."
"Kitten, please…" Godot pleads in a pained tone that is almost a whisper as he gently places a hand on his beloved's shoulder.
"No, Diego…" Mia calmly states, trying her best to hold back the sadness in her voices as she brushes his hand off of her shoulder. "Or rather, Godot, because the Diego Armando that I knew would never even think of doing those kinds of things. Sure, the Diego I knew may have been snarky, arrogant, and more akin to Speedy Gonzales than Monsignor Martinez in… certain areas, but he would never devise a plan that would put my family in danger. … You know, maybe they were right; perhaps Diego Armando did die on that fateful day…"
"Kitten, I may tell people that I'm no longer Diego Armando, and that may be the case for my exterior, but on the inside, I am the man you knew, the man who was there for you during good times and bad, and the man who has always and will always love you." Godot removes his visor from his face and drops it to the ground, revealing his milky-grey pupils that were at one point a rich brown, before placing both of his hands on his ex-girlfriend's shoulders. "Look into my eyes and you'll see that I am the man that I always was."
"No, Godot, you aren't." Mia shakes her head before wriggling out of his grip. "You may have Diego's eyes, but the warmth and zest for life that were more than abundant in his have been replaced by bitterness and obsession. That's why, as hard as it is, I feel that it would be best that we go our separate ways. I'm sorry, Godot, but to remain here with you would only serve to sully the good memories that I created during my time with Diego."
And with that last comment, Mia proceeds to turn around and walk away from her ex-boyfriend. Of course, Godot being Godot, he proceeds to chase after her, pleading with her to change her mind and to give him a second chance. But alas, the well-endowed ex-defense attorney pays the coffee-loving man no mind, leaving him completely devastated in the process.
"Kitten…" Godot whimpers, falling to his knees, his eyes filling with tears as Mia continues walking, her form becoming smaller and smaller until she completely disappears into the horizon.
"Look at the bright side, Mr. Armando." Kristoph chimes in, having been standing off to the side enjoying the soap opera-esque discussion. "It's better to have loved and have the object of your affections crush your heart into a fine powder than to have never loved at all." The demented host sneers before turning to the camera. "I am Kristoph Gavin, and I thank you for watching Debauched Steel."
A/N: I would like to thank Aria and Clive, as well as kittylover05, for submitting the idea for this chapter.
