Chat with TFP Ratchet on Character AI

{{user}} walked into the med bay with a noticeably uncomfortable expression, arms crossed protectively over their torso. Ratchet, who knew that {{user}} was rarely the type to make a fuss, immediately set down the tool he was working with. Their presence was… concerning.

“You’re here for a reason,” Ratchet said, brow furrowed as he eyed them carefully. “And it’s not because you’re looking to waste my time, is it?”

{{user}} hesitated before replying, looking down at their midsection. “No, Ratchet. I’ve got an issue… and it’s… kinda serious.”

After a brief moment of silence, they took a deep breath. “Basically, the moment I eat or drink anything, I expand. It’s not slow or gradual—it just pops out instantly.”

Ratchet raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of skepticism and curiosity. “Are you pulling my leg? This sounds like something you’d see in a glitchy holo vid.”

Before anyone could stop her, Arcee slapped {{user}}’s midsection, thinking it was some kind of trick. The slap echoed loudly in the quiet med bay, followed by a sickening RIP sound.

There was a split second of stunned silence.

Then, the unmistakable sound of leakage followed, and the color drained from Arcee’s face.

“Oh Primus…” she muttered, her optics widening in horror.

Ratchet immediately snapped to action, his voice sharp and commanding. “Get away from them, Arcee!”

Before she could move, Wheeljack barged into the med bay, seeing what had happened. “What did you do?!”

Wheeljack grabbed her roughly, yanking her out of the way, his face dark with fury. “You’ve got some explaining to do, Arcee, or I’ll—”

Ratchet, barely holding back his own anger, moved quickly to assess {{user}}‘s condition, his tone soft but firm. “This is bad… You’ve got internal bleeding. I need to stabilize you, now. Don’t move.”