i've got brain rot for lovelock. wrote a lil thing that's been rattling around in my head
hee hee hoo hoo @get-rammed
Lovelock sighs, trekking down the long ass hallway. One of the Map Bots is literally holding people hostage, even if they already have maps, so it’s Lovelock’s job to go fix it. He finds the thing wandering around the prize counter, jumping into action when it sees him. It wheels over faster than Lovelock would like, grabs him by the arm (definitely way too tight), and shoves its face in his.
“Hi! Please take this map. Take a map.”
“Mm-hmm. Ok, buddy,” Lovelock says, wholly disinterested.
He pulls out his faz-wrench, promptly powering the thing down. He grabs it by the collar of its shirt, using its wheels to easily move it into one of the many dark corners of the arcade. Sure, he’s supposed to go into the maintenance corridor, but the place creeps him out, and it’s way too crowded to work in peace. He parks the Map Bot, locking its wheels, and flips open the tiny step stool he carries with him. It’s a pain to do all of his work standing, and the thing is barely even a pound, so it remains one of the best purchases of his adult life.
Taking a seat, Lovelock takes out his bun and ties up the rest of his hair to keep it out of his face. He leans in, inspecting the wire connections on the bot’s back (he’s always thought it was weird and a little stupid that Map Bots have free-hanging wires). The area isn’t too bad; no major damage that might’ve come from a kid pulling at the wires, but it’s not perfect by any means. It’s probably not the source of the malfunction. He’s guessing something is the eyes are off and not letting the bots see maps, but it’ll save Lovelock a run in the future, so he might as well do that first.
Lovelock slowly sinks into his work, letting himself run on autopilot. He’s fixed up these things so many times it’s basically second nature. Humming to himself, he opens maintenance panels and fixes small sections of exposed wire.
“What are you doing?”
The little voice scares Lovelock, making him jump. He looks over and sees a little girl, decked out in Fazbear merch, with blond, curly hair. She’s got a face full of freckles, just like him, with a missing front tooth. She has a big smile on her face, eagerly awaiting Lovelock’s response.
“Oh, um,” he starts, glancing back at the bot, trying to find the best way to explain robotic maintenance to a child. He’s helped plenty of kids in the past– lost kids, hurt kids, kids scared by the animatronics, but he’s never had one come up to him and ask him what he’s doing. “The, uh, S.T.A.F.F Bots work really hard all the time, so sometimes, they can get a little… sick. So, I’m fixing up a sick robot.”
The little girl gasps, bouncing on her feet. “So you’re, like, a robot doctor?”
A soft smile spreads across Lovelock’s face, pulling slightly at his cheeks. He doesn’t particularly like kids, but sometimes they say the cutest shit. “Yeah, ha, I’m a robot doctor.”
The girl chats at Lovelock while he works, which he actually doesn’t mind. The little girl thinks it’s very cool that he’s a robot doctor, so that must also mean he’s very cool. By the time she’s finished her little tangent, Lovelock has finished up with the back of the Map Bot. He looks over to the girl, smiling and gently shushing her.
“I gotta keep fixing the robot, but I have to take off the face plate, which might be a little scary.” He smiles. “If you’ll get freaked out, here’s your free pass to leave.”
“No way!” The girl pouts. “I’m big! I can handle scary!”
“Ok, then,” Lovelock chuckles.
He stands up, pushing his step stool back with his foot. He unlocks the wheels of the Map Bot, turning it around with practiced ease. He locks the wheels again just as easily, not even looking when he hits the tiny lever with his foot. He pockets his faz-wrench, reaching for the two tiny buttons on the underside of the Map Bot’s jaw. The lower half of the face plate pops off with a slight hiss. The girl jumps in the corner of Lovelock’s eye, so he takes his time lifting the faceplate, watching the girl subtly. He removes the faceplate, finally, and turns to the girl with it in his hand. He makes jazz hands toward the exposed face, which makes the girl laugh.
“Eww, that’s so gross!” She laughs.
“Just wait; I have to take out the eyes next. Wanna watch?”
“Ew! No!” The girl laughs and runs off, presumably back to her parents, stopping midway to turn around and wave at Lovelock. He waves back.
He goes back to his work, popping out an eye, and whaddya know he was right. It’s an easy fix with the faz-wrench, which he gets done in minutes (compared to the like, ten he spent with the girl), and he resets the bot for good measure. He wheels the bot back to the prize counter, turning it back on and seeing how it does. The bot takes a few seconds to activate properly, but as soon as it has, it wheels up to a guest, politely offers them a map, and happily wheels away when the guests take it. Nice.
Soon enough, it gets close to closing, and all of the handers are wrapping up in the locker room. One of Lovelock’s coworkers, Clara, bumps him on the shoulder, catching his attention.
“You’re in a good mood today,” she remarks.
“Oh! Uh,” Lovelock scratches his cheek. “A little girl called me a robot doctor today.”
“What? That’s so cute!” Clara claps her hands together.
“Right?” He smiles, throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Anyway, drive safe, Clara; see you tomorrow.”
“Drive safe!” His coworker calls.
Lovelock can’t get the little girl out of his head for the entire drive home. He thinks he’ll wear ‘robot doctor’ as a badge of honor for the rest of his life. He’d scribble it onto his nametag if he had the space. It’s the little things that keep this job bearable, so he’ll take every moment he can get.
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Thinking about geto because I want to pour milk on him and throw him against the wall. Imo his beliefs are inconsistent and self serving (which makes sense because he developed said beliefs at age 16/17 while his mental health was at an all time low). Because while he seems to have the primary motive of "only sorcerers = no curses" taking into account how he treats Maki, who has no cursed energy, it shows that the "no curses" thing isnt the main focus- bc while he decided on tbe "forced evolution" thing, theoretically he should not be Opposed to ppl w heavenly restriction bc. They still fuckin. Don't contribute to curses from what I can tell. Also heavenly restriction is pretty obviously something that is punished by uh. Is it just the Zenin's who have it. Anyway they hated Maki and they Hated Toji so he clearly isn't standing for "oppressed sorcerers" bc if so Maki should be like. The kind of person he wants to help more, as someone who would be oppressed by ppl who aren't sorcerers as well as the powerful clans.
Anyway. While getting rid of curses is for sure part of his motivation, as well as helping sorcerers (see Nanako and Mimiko) id honestly argue that his main problem that lead to him spiraling was. How do I put this. Being knocked off a pedestal
Because he was one of 3 people given the ranking of "Special Grade", and he and satoru are grouped as "the strongest". And consider that satoru comes from a powerful clan and literally has some weird omniscience and invincibility shit going on so that's a whole fucking. That's gotta be a wild ego boost, especially for someone who comes from a family of ppl who aren't sorcerers. Like you spend all this time being a fuckin weirdo and then someone finds you and it turns out you're actually incredibly special and strong, given the same rank as a fucking God Child? You're gonna have some wild self perceptions after that
Anyway then you get to watch your invincible friend get stabbed, watch the girl you became friends with and feel shitty about kinda ruining the life of get shot, and get your whole shit rocked by some guy who can't even use the magic power bullshit you have. (Though he's got a whole physical thing going on because of the trade off)
Also writing all of this out actually makes me understand the Cult Leader progression more, like besides the fact they killed ur friend and you want em dead. You're probably struggling with your ego (especially since your weird God like friend got a whole power boost from the situation) so you create a fucking eugenicist cult where you can consistently prove your superiority to yourself (surrounding yourself with people who will agree with everything you say).
Anyway in a similar vein I wholely believe in "a loving father is not inherently a good father" Suguru + Nanako & Mimiko dynamic
Final thought is roughly I feel like looking at Suguru thru the lense of "this character had a level of privilege that they felt they truly deserved, and after experiencing events that are genuinely traumatic and horrific for any person, they develop reactionary beliefs to try and regain a sense of superiority and control" rather than "oppressed minority who killed oppressors and wants to do eugenics"
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