Rosespanner Workshop Fixer: Gregor's Story

Khagh!

Sounds of a chainsaw rumbling and roaring.

Ugh...

Sounds of a person's limbs being cut, hurried footsteps making an escape, and another pair of feet following them.

This is how the child's outdoor work always looks. He takes care of wet jobs for his office, and goes on to handle the next one.

Bah... Why is this thing so sluggish now?

H - Help-

Oh, there we go.

...Doesn't look like a scene too pleasing to keep watching, right?

Here, mister~ A coffee for you.

Well, I'll be... Thanks a bunch!

Once he returns to the office after a hard day at work, the child always does the same thing in the same spot.

Holding a cup of cheap instant coffee in one hand, he smokes cigarettes until his fatigue yields and goes away.

No creamer, huh? You really care...

I've been making coffee for you for months now, how can I forget what you don't want?

Chatting up, the employee who brought the coffee to the child lit their own cigarette.

Done with today's work?

No... Leeet's see.

I got two jobs done at once earlier today, so... There'll be some rest for me if I handle one early in the morning and one at daybreak.

Oh my... Are you sure you don't need to take it easy?

Eh... I gotta work hard to earn a lot. There's a fella who works overtime everyday, too, no?

At least he mostly does paperwork...

'Fwhuu', the child exhales cigarette smoke, making a bitter smile.

As the employee said, the child was aware that fatigue was wearing his body down with each passing day. He's human, after all.

But, the child has a dream.

If I'm gonna make a machine that Tres will approve... it'll cost a fortune.

You're still at it, mister?

'Course I am, bud~ Can't stay in this vicious workshop 'til I die, now can I.

Gotta make my own workshop product and stand on my own. Isn't that right?

The child shook his arm with the coffee a little.

Sometimes, it's a chainsaw. Sometimes a dagger, and other times, a flamethrower. That arm was 'his own machine' the child has been preparing.

Though the child has been working himself to the bones as he didn't have the funds to apply for an approval or mass-produce the arm, he felt he was still fortunate.

If even the gear he's been tinkering with all by himself required an approval, he'd have had to forfeit his dream.

...Alright. Stay safe out there. You know you're the one that keeps our office running, right, mister?

The child would only snuff out his cigarette with a snicker.

He had no need to answer. Whether it was true or not, it didn't change the fact that it was time for him to get busy.