Conan's p. o. v.)) Am I Broken?

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Detective Reed had just stormed out of the DPD after calling Conan "Plastic prick". Conan had finished up all of his work, he kept mumbling those two words. He was getting warnings about his software instability but he ignored them. For some reason all he could think about was how much Gavin hated him, he would ask himself "What did I do to make him hate me?"and "Is it my fault?" A lot. He decided to take a walk since he was the only one there and so he walked to a nearby forest to try to calm down. He found a small kitten and picked it up. It looked frail, as if it hadn't eaten in days. Nines put the small cat in his jacket pocket and walked back to the DPD where he got some water and food from the break room and gave it to the kitten. Why was he doing this? Why did he care? "Am I broken...?" He asked himself, tears rolling down his cheeks.

He stayed like that for around an hour before finally getting up, the kitten already seemed happier. Conan had an empty drawer at his desk that he could keep the kitten in for now until it got healthy so he grabbed some newspapers, food and water and made a small makeshift home for the cat. He put the kitten in there and watched it until morning.

(Hey it's ya boi Cole, this chapter was going to be sadder but I'll wait a while before I add any /real/ angst.... ANYWAY BYE!)

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