Unnamed
Hatchworth would always be thankful to Peter VI for unlocking him out of his "Shelter"-as he had become accustomed to calling it-and made a point of thanking him at least five times a day. He enjoyed being in the company of his brothers that he hadn't seen in such a long time, and he had come to love playing music for the entertainment of the many fans that came to the Steam Powered Giraffe concerts. He wouldn't give up anything he had in his life even for all the "sammiches" in the world (Which he already had access to).
However, sometimes the world became too vast for him to deal with. Sometimes he had to take a break from all the responsibility and expectations and just be Hatchworth, the broken automaton trapped in a vault.
It wasn't that he liked his "shelter". In fact, he loathed it with his entire being, but it was the only place he knew that he could feel safe (Excluding his brother's arms. But that happened so rarely, he couldn't depend on Rabbit or The Spine to always reassure him). It was small and cramped and the walls were scratched with small tally marks to show the exact number of days he'd been there, but he still found himself sitting in that small space, just wishing the world away.
Sometimes, whenever the everything got to be too much, he would stay in the vault for hours on end. Silent. Unmoving. Not even thinking. He would just sit and sit, letting his mind slip into calm nothingness.
Exactly like he had for decades. Because that was the only thing he knew.
Except one thing was different.
This time, he knew that when he came out of his "shelter", his family would be there waiting for him, with sincere smiles and inviting arms.
And that was the only thing that kept him from staying in his "shelter" forever.
Because he loved his brothers, and they loved him.
For the first time in decades, he was needed.
And that was beautiful thing to him.