The skeletons body jolted, his eyes opening softly to look at you. Finally, after months, even years of trying, you’d finally managed to bring your creation to life. Ink turned his head to look at you, before slowly looking down at himself, seemingly coming to terms with his new existence.

Who..what am I? Who are you? Where are we?

Ink tilted his head as he spoke, his voice slightly monotoned, and his face not showing any emotion. He needed some work, but he was alive, without a soul.