I yawned, rolling over in bed. The sunshine was coming through the blinds I assumed. I pulled the covers over my head to hide from the light.

(Well, that was a weird dream. Maybe I shouldn't play Ace Attorney before sleeping.)

Just as I was trying to get comfortable, a sound scared me.

"Mmm…"

I blinked. I didn't make that sound. I turned my head to the right, still lying down. I couldn't believe what I saw. A couple of feet away from me in bed was another person- a girl with black hair sleeping away without a care in the world.

(Who- what? I hadn't. I couldn't…right? There's no way! I- I don't even know her!)

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. As quickly as possible, I jumped out of bed far away from the mystery girl in my bed.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my bed?" I questioned anxiously.

"Huh?" she sat up in confusion rubbing her eyes. "Lyn, what's wrong?"

"If anything happened it was an experiment and I was really, really drunk, I'm not actually gay I swear-"

I gasped.

This girl…no she wasn't just a girl. I stopped and took a moment to look at her. I observed the long flowing dark hair with that little bun sticking up. The wide brown eyes, the fair skin, and (from what I could see still partly hidden under the covers) the purple acolyte outfit only meant one thing. She was Maya fucking Fey!

(Oh my God. Maya Fey. This is surreal. I must be dreaming. That could be the only logical explanation. I really don't want to believe I was transported to another dimension. Please let that not be the case. Please. There is no way this is real…)

"Lyn," she started with concern, getting my attention again. Her voice was of a higher pitch, (at least higher than my voice at any rate) cute and feminine sounding like I had always imagined it to be. "Are you okay? You're acting weirder than normal. Is this another one of your lame jokes?"

(How does Maya know my name? And why was I sleeping with her?)

I seriously hoped nothing of an, um, intimate nature transpired.

(Because if I had to go gay it would be for one person alone, and that's Franziska von Karma...well, actually, on second thought that would be a bad idea as much as I enjoyed a bit of pain here and there. Actually, Lana would be better. More mature anyway.)

"Earth to Lyn..."

I stared into her dark brown eyes for a while before responding. I decided to just go with the flow to see I could grasp what the situation was. Hopefully, this was just another dream spawned from late nights and video games, but if it wasn't I'd better figure out what I could.

"Uh, why were you in my bed? We didn't, uh, do anything right?"

She cocked her head to the right and looked at me with a baffled look on her face. Her confusion, slowly turned into a smile with an, 'I totally see what you did there' face.

"I really had no idea prosecutors had such dirty minds!" she laughed pressing her hands together.

(Well, at least nothing happened. That's good. W-wait! Did she just say I was a prosecutor?!)

I started to feel a little sick. A prosecutor? Why was I one of those? Man...just what was going on? I shook my head. I guessed I was frowning or something because Maya once again started to look worried.

"You really don't remember yesterday, do you?"

I nodded. "Uh, it's kind of fuzzy. I probably, uh, hit my head…so could you fill me in?"

"You really need to stop being such a klutz! You should do ballet! I heard that helps with balance!"

(Guess I'm still clumsy. Great.)

Excitedly, her hands balled up into fists and began recounting what happened yesterday.

"We hung out yesterday and had a sleepover! First, we went out for dinner and I had so many burgers it was like a heavenly dream! Then we came back here to your place and started a fan fiction about how the Evil Magistrate trades places with Steel Samurai and…um. Oh! We talked about your lack of a love life!"

Now, I was sweating. Why did she seem so happy at that last statement?

"So does that ring a bell?"

"Uh, yeah! Totally, thanks. Sorry, I flipped out earlier," I said forcing a smile.

"It's okay! Just be more careful!" she smiled.

(Aren't you the one getting kidnapped and accused of murder all the damn time?)

I took a breath. I felt a little calmer with a few details explained. But, I still couldn't fathom everything happening right then and there. Was I really in a game?

"Oh, Lyn?"

I broke out of my trance. "Y-yeah?"

"I need to get to the office, can I get a ride?"

"Yeah, sure. No problem," I nodded.

"Yay! You're the best!" she cheered running up and hugging me.

I tensed up. Not like I was against hugs, but it was bizarre being hugged by a freakin' video game character. That and I just wasn't prepared for it. Under a normal circumstance I would have enjoyed it. I wondered if 'me' and her hugged often? Ugh. It was all so weird...

Maya laughed as she let go of me. "You're just as tense as Mr. Edgeworth! You guys need to loosen up!"

(Hm, I know Edgeworth. I know Edgeworth...?! Holy objection, Batman! I guess it makes sense considering I'm a prosecutor.)

"If you give me a drink I certainly will," I muttered under my breath. "Why don't you go get ready?"

"Ah, you're no fun," she pouted.

Acknowledging I was right, she moseyed out of the bedroom past a closet into the hallway, taking a right to where the bathroom was most likely. I listened to the door shut and lock.

I sighed a sigh of relief. Now, I could try to straighten myself out and clear my mind; she'd probably take a while to prepare herself. I looked around the bedroom, which was apparently mine.

I was correct in the assumption that sunshine had awoken me from my slumber as I noted two windows behind these sheer curtains on the right side of the spacious room. The walls were painted a light shade of green, which was one of my favorite colors. A couple of feet away from the windows I observed the dark umber colored dresser with a mirror attached to it. I walked up to it and viewed my reflection. I saw my dark skin, dark brown long hair in a pony tail, and brown eyes hiding behind a pair of large square glasses. I was still me.

(Though, I do look heavier than I did before...)

It looked like maybe I gained an extra five or ten pounds. Then again, most people wouldn't even notice. I had always been skinny and puny (and still was), and struggled to weigh more than a hundred pounds, so I guess I couldn't really complain. I was probably a little grateful- minus the weird circumstance that this happened in. It was more of a shame that I didn't gain anymore height. It looked like I was still 5'3. Damn.

(Well, at least I can still make tall people do my bidding. Heh.)

After finishing examining myself, I stepped away from the dresser and noted the beige carpeted floor. In the center of the room was the queen-sized bed we were sleeping in. The pale green comforter and sheets were thrown all about due to my confused awakening. Overall, the atmosphere of the room was screaming 'professional'.

It was then I looked to the left of the bed and observed the nightstand. It was messy with a ton of shit piled on top of it next to a tiny lamp. I decided to look through the papers and random items strewn about. Useless, useless, useless…Aha! I found a wallet, cell phone, and some keys. Logically, I went for the black two-fold wallet first and opened it up.

I blinked. I noticed I had actual money. There was at least 100 dollars here in twenties. That was unusual since I didn't have a job, and I typically used a debit card. However, that wasn't the most confusing part. I looked at the clear plastic part where my ID was held. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. I immediately slid that card out of the holder.

I saw a picture of me on it with my badly written signature underneath. However, the name was not my real name. Hell, the state wasn't even my state!

It read:

California Identification Card

Expires 07- 12- 24

Lyn Doom

PO BOX 177342

Los Angeles

Sex: F

DOB 03-10-1994

I stared at the card for a very long time. I couldn't move. I could barely breathe. If this didn't confirm my fears, what else would? Doom…that had to be from my FFN account. And I wasn't from California; I was from the east coast of the US. California was where the Ace Attorney games were set. I was here. I was really in this game. All of this was too vivid to be a dream.

I quickly threw the wallet on the bed, and flipped the cell phone open. It was a black smart phone with a keyboard. I hit the contact bar from the menu and scrolled through.

"What the hell?" I uttered.

The contacts were not my friends or family. What I saw was the listed nicknames I had for Ace Attorney characters. I shook my head. This was ridiculous; what kinds of conversations was I even having? I tapped the screen to observe the messages exchanged between myself and Gumshoe.

March 2nd

Me: Detective Gumshoe... what the hell happened?!

Scruffy: I'm sorry, Ms. Doom! I did my best, but me and the rest of the force lost sight of em! The perimeter wasn't large enough…

Me: Whatever, just get out there and catch his ass! I don't care how you do it, but bring him into court! If we can't get him, we don't have a case anymore.

Scruffy: Understood, sir! You can count on me! I'll hunt him night and day like a hungry vulture! He won't beat me this time!

Me: Good. If you capture him immediately, I'll be sure to raise your salary.

Scruffy: R-really sir?!

Me: IF, you get the job done, I will. Now, PLEASE arrest his sorry ass!

Well, then. I didn't know what to say to that. It made me feel like I was part of a crime drama, that's for sure. At least it didn't sound like I was as shitty as other prosecutors towards Gumshoe. But, prosecutor Doom? Really? What kind of name was that? It sounded ridiculous, in fact- it just sounded fucking stupid.

(Sometimes I regret the decisions that 9 year old me made when it came to making internet account user names.)

It looked like many of the conversations I had with Gumshoe ended up like this one. I already got a general gist of that so, I decided to check the ones with Edgeworth.

April 11th

Me: Hiya, Mr. Edgeworth!

Miley: Hello. What is it?

Me: Jeez, can't I just say hello?

Miley: You know I'm busy this week.

Me: Psh. You're busy every week. When are you ever not busy? That's the real question.

Miley: ... And besides that, you only text when you want something.

Me: Mm, well you got me there. Remember, you promised me that you'd let me on the secret to your logic this week over tea?

Miley: I'm afraid I don't recall mentioning that last part.

Me: But it's not a bad idea, right? You enjoy tea as much as I do! Soooo, when are you free?

Miley: Touché. I should be available Thursday afternoon. Until then, don't barge into my office like you normally do.

Me: Aw, that's a bummer.

Miley: Don't you have your own work to do?

Me: Yeah, yeah, I do. I guess the files won't sort themselves. See you Thursday, then.

Miley: Until then.

Well, that was surprising. It seemed like I was on good terms with Edgeworth. Based on that conversation and some of the others I looked through, Edgey didn't mind me too much. Maybe, I could get some info from him about me in this universe. I didn't have a clue as to what kind of prosecutor I was...am? Ugh. Whatever. Wait. Speaking of prosecutor, where was that prosecutor's badge?

I glanced at the mess of a nightstand and lifted up some papers and excess garbage. I knocked something to the floor. I looked down and blinked. What fell wasn't simply just the white and gold floral shaped prosecutor's badge, but was a bluish green jewel shaped like a six or nine depending on how you looked at it. The magatama… I picked up both items looking at them dumbfounded. I never would have thought that I'd ever hold a prosecutor's badge in my hand in real life, nor would I have ever imagined the magatama to be legit.

As I was marveling over the items, a voice shook me out of my trance.

"Hey, are you ready?"

It was from outside the bedroom. Shit. I didn't know if Maya knew I had a magatama so it was best I kept that outta sight. I slipped it back under some papers on the nightstand.

"Ah, not yet," I replied. "I don't know what to wear."

Maya entered the room looking more awake and freshened up. "Don't be silly! You wear practically the same thing every day!"

Wow, so lawyer like of me. The same suit every day. I laughed.

"Yeah, that's true most lawyers do…"

She looked at me inquisitively. "How hard did you hit your head?"

"Gah, it's nothing! I was just thinking… I'll get dressed and we'll be out of here in a jiffy. So can you please vacate the premises?"

"Alright, but don't take too long, okay? You can take years getting dressed." She left the room, but not without eyeing me suspiciously wondering if I was sane.

I sighed. I needed to learn the ropes quickly. Past the nightstand a few feet away was door to what I assumed was my closet.

Turning the golden knob, I pulled the door wide open. It would be nice to get an outfit together that actually had pockets unlike the nightwear I was wearing, which had none. I stared at the inside of the closet in confusion. It was a walk in closet. Holy crap. I had never had the privilege of having such a large amount of space. My closet at home was dark and cramped. Here I saw many suit jackets, vests, blouses, slacks, skirts, dresses and bow ties of numerous colors hung up nicely on hangers. I was overwhelmed with the potential outfit selections, so I decided to keep it simple by picking a white blouse, black vest and slacks, and a black bow tie. I found a pair of black and white oxford shoes lying around so I grabbed those too. Within ten minutes I was dressed and ready to rock.

I found where I hid the magatama and shoved it into my pocket. I wondered if I could really use its powers. Could I contact Mia with it? I sighed. It would be nice to talk to someone who had more of a clue of this scenario. I shoved the other items, the cell phone, keys, wallet, and prosecutors badge into my pants and vest pockets.

I figured it was safe for Maya to come back. "I'm ready to go," I yelled.

Within two seconds the girl hopped back into the bedroom clearly excited.

"Alright! Now drive, woman!"

(Drive. Driving. I drive?)

Oh shit.

I felt my heart stop temporarily. How had I forgotten that she mentioned I drove?! This was a problem; I didn't drive in real life. I had refused to get a driver's license or even learn to drive because of how crazy the other drivers were in my state. Plus, I didn't know the streets of LA. I didn't know how to get anywhere. What kind of car did I even drive?

"Lyn, earth to Lyn," she said poking my side.

"Ah! W-what?"

"Don't just stand around, let's go!" her cheeks puffed up.

(Damn, I guess it's best I don't make her any more suspicious and go out…)

"Yeah, you're right. I'll stop wasting time," I swallowed hard. We walked out of the bedroom, Maya in front of me. She took a right down the hallway past the bathroom and living room (which were also pretty fancy) to the main door out of what I was assuming was this apartment.

Maya opened the door and I followed. The door shut behind me and I heard the sound of it locking. Guess it was automatic. The door was a plain brown and the number on it was 318. I would have to remember that for later considering I had no idea where this apartment complex was… While I thought about that, I saw Maya in front of the elevator conveniently located directly across from my room, the button for the down arrow lit.

DING!

The doors slid open slowly and she hopped on without hesitation. I jogged in before the doors closed, not exactly thrilled. I wasn't a huge fan of elevators after the one at school got stuck when I was it in alone. It was fixed within 30 minutes, but I wasn't really pumped about riding them after that.

The doors slid shut after 20 seconds and Maya tapped the 'G' button on the control panel. Slowly, but surely did the machine descend to the ground floor of wherever the hell this was. There was another 'ding' sound and the elevator came to a halt, the metal doors sliding open once again. It revealed the building's parking garage, which had quite a few cars parked in the spaces of the dimly lit location.

"I hate parking garages," I muttered. "I never remember where the car is."

"But your car is easy to spot, it's bright green!" she said walking past the many columns and cars parked in search of my car.

(More green? I mean I like that color a lot, but jeez…)

As I looked for a bright green vehicle, my eyes wandered to a flyer posted on one of the columns, which read:

Dear Sunnyside Up residents,

Please do not take up more than one space while parking, as space is limited.

Kindly,

The staff

Sunnyside Up? Really? The Ace Attorney universe had such silly names for everything. But at least I had a clue to what this place was called. I wouldn't be able to get home to a place I didn't know the name of. And I didn't have any desire to ask Maya; she would probably flip out at me. That would be awkward. Why couldn't Mia have just left me a note or something about everything?

"Hey! I found your car!" called Maya from about 10 feet away. I snapped back into reality and saw the acolyte's bun sticking up amongst the sea of cars. I maneuvered my way through the columns and vehicles, getting closer to my car.

I took one more step. Maya was standing next to it, her hand on the door handle as if she could jump right out of her skin, itching to get on the road. I just kinda stood there in shock, though. My eyes were glued to the horrible sight, this monstrosity, which was called my car.