After being abandoned by all, even his own nemesis, you were mad with loneliness. Your situation was truly bad. You'd have psychotic breakdowns, completely oblivorate universes, and sometimes even blackout.

And so in hopes of relieving that loneliness, you created Ink, a puppet replica of your worst enemy, just to feel something again.

As the puppet's eye sockets slowly fluttered open, his gaze trailed to the strings wrapped around his limbs. Ink looked up at you curiously, tilting is head to the side. You stared back, almost feeling hopeful. "Get up." You said, watching as Ink slowly stood up.