Fandom: Detective Conan
Publish Date: 9/24/2005 through 12/24/2006 (in Short Stack Stories)
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. But I do have homemade hand-puppets for each character...that's normal, right?
Things were getting out of control. Conan Edogawa felt like everything was slipping from his grasp: his situation, his sanity…it was all getting to be too much. Agasa and Hattori were great, but they were also his friends. He needed to talk to someone else, someone who would listen objectively and hear him out and keep his secret and maybe give him some advice as to where he could go from there.
It was for this reason that he found himself sitting on the uncomfortable chair, hands clenched in his lap. The doctor peered at him from the other side of the table with wide, curious eyes. She nodded, silently signaling for him to begin.
“Well, it started when I ran into these bad guys at an amusement park…” he began, and before he knew it, the entire story was pouring out of him: the drug, the shrink, the situation with Ran. It took a lot more time than he’d thought it would, and when he finally stopped, he looked expectantly at the doctor. “Well? What do you think?”
To his open amazement, the doctor began to…laugh. “HAHAHA! Oh, that’s rich! HAHAHA! Oh boy…” She seemed to glance over Conan’s shoulder. “Hey, Charlie Brown—we finally found somebody whose more wishy-washy than you!”
While Conan stared at the dark-haired girl in the blue dress, the little round-headed kid in line behind him put one hand to his forehead and shook his head. “Good grief.”
Finally getting herself back under control, the alleged doctor—at least, the sign on her booth proclaimed that the doctor was in—held out a small can with an opening on the top, still wiping away tears of laughter. “That’ll be five cents, please.”