Case Closed: Scary Movie Musings
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prose_alchemistTitle: Scary Movie Musings
Author:jordannamorgan
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Rating/Warnings: G.
Characters: Doctor Agasa and Conan.
Setting: General.
Summary: Conan speculates after watching a horror movie.
Disclaimer: “Detective Conan/Case Closed” belongs to Gosho Aoyama.
Notes: Just a couple of random thoughts that turned into an exchange between Conan and Agasa.
“And how was your afternoon, Jimmy?” Doctor Agasa asked, smiling crookedly at the beleaguered boy who trudged into his laboratory.
The nominal Conan Edogawa dropped his backpack on the floor, heaving himself onto Agasa’s futon with a windy sigh. “Just great. I’ve spent the last two hours watching the Junior Detectives get scared silly by a horror movie. After all they’ve gone through following me around, you’d think they wouldn’t be so impressed by fake blood anymore.” He flung one arm across his eyeglasses. “It was Amy who insisted on watching it—and she was the worst of them all. She spent the whole movie hiding under my arm!”
Agasa let out an abrupt chuckle. “That Amy really is the cleverest one of the bunch…”
“What was that, Doc?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Frowning, Conan lowered his arm from his eyes and stared up toward the ceiling. Agasa pulled his safety goggles down from his forehead, and returned his attention to the new gadget he was tinkering with. A comfortable silence held the room for several minutes.
“You know, Doc… I wonder if my body would revert back to my real age if I died.”
The remark was utterly random—and rather unsettling. Agasa laid aside his soldering iron, fixing a concerned gaze upon Conan. With his arms folded behind his head, the age-regressed teen prodigy looked thoughtful and serious, and so like the Jimmy of old.
“Why, Jimmy, that’s a little morbid, don’t you think?”
Glancing sideways, Conan assumed a wry expression. “I guess that’s what watching Blood of the Nightbeast IV will do for you.” He shrugged. “But you know how werewolves in old horror movies always change back to their human form at the end, after they finally get shot by a silver bullet? It just makes me wonder… if the effect of the poison that made me like this would die with me.”
“I wouldn’t know.” Agasa stepped from behind his work table, drawing closer to look firmly at his young friend. “But let’s not ever think about testing that hypothesis, my boy. I’d rather find a solution to your current state that keeps you very much among the living.”
Sitting up, Conan gave the inventor a smile that was filled with determination and confidence.
“Don’t worry, Doc—that makes two of us. After all, even as a kid, I’ve still got way too much to live for.”
© 2015 Jordanna Morgan
Author:
jordannamorganArchive Rights: Please request the author’s consent.
Rating/Warnings: G.
Characters: Doctor Agasa and Conan.
Setting: General.
Summary: Conan speculates after watching a horror movie.
Disclaimer: “Detective Conan/Case Closed” belongs to Gosho Aoyama.
Notes: Just a couple of random thoughts that turned into an exchange between Conan and Agasa.
“And how was your afternoon, Jimmy?” Doctor Agasa asked, smiling crookedly at the beleaguered boy who trudged into his laboratory.
The nominal Conan Edogawa dropped his backpack on the floor, heaving himself onto Agasa’s futon with a windy sigh. “Just great. I’ve spent the last two hours watching the Junior Detectives get scared silly by a horror movie. After all they’ve gone through following me around, you’d think they wouldn’t be so impressed by fake blood anymore.” He flung one arm across his eyeglasses. “It was Amy who insisted on watching it—and she was the worst of them all. She spent the whole movie hiding under my arm!”
Agasa let out an abrupt chuckle. “That Amy really is the cleverest one of the bunch…”
“What was that, Doc?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Frowning, Conan lowered his arm from his eyes and stared up toward the ceiling. Agasa pulled his safety goggles down from his forehead, and returned his attention to the new gadget he was tinkering with. A comfortable silence held the room for several minutes.
“You know, Doc… I wonder if my body would revert back to my real age if I died.”
The remark was utterly random—and rather unsettling. Agasa laid aside his soldering iron, fixing a concerned gaze upon Conan. With his arms folded behind his head, the age-regressed teen prodigy looked thoughtful and serious, and so like the Jimmy of old.
“Why, Jimmy, that’s a little morbid, don’t you think?”
Glancing sideways, Conan assumed a wry expression. “I guess that’s what watching Blood of the Nightbeast IV will do for you.” He shrugged. “But you know how werewolves in old horror movies always change back to their human form at the end, after they finally get shot by a silver bullet? It just makes me wonder… if the effect of the poison that made me like this would die with me.”
“I wouldn’t know.” Agasa stepped from behind his work table, drawing closer to look firmly at his young friend. “But let’s not ever think about testing that hypothesis, my boy. I’d rather find a solution to your current state that keeps you very much among the living.”
Sitting up, Conan gave the inventor a smile that was filled with determination and confidence.
“Don’t worry, Doc—that makes two of us. After all, even as a kid, I’ve still got way too much to live for.”
© 2015 Jordanna Morgan