Obligatory visiting hours (that aren't really obligatory but gone to willfully) are suddenly turning into spooky hours and nobody told him this would be happening.

"...Ratchet?"

    It did not seem to hear him. The creature was moving gradually, countless legs rippling in a methodical pattern as it investigated panels and consoles, laying across and taking up areas that were not of interest to keep its own body length out of the way.

Baby.

The Gecko That’s Pretending To Be Benny Stimboard for anonymous

The Her <3

“.... W o a h —” careful now Malika, what you found is not something usual. He was Ratchet? Who else could it be if not him?

“R-Ratchet...? Is that... you?”

    The being that was previously called Ratchet did not react to her, neither her presence nor her voice. It had a great deal on its mind, and she was only a tiny fragment amongst it all. It could not hear her, just as it could not yet speak. It had not yet learned to listen within her specific dimension of living and frequencies.

    Whatever Ratchet had become, it had made significant progress in structuring itself for both mobility and to have a perceivable appearance. This remained its focus.