You opened your eyes and glimpse the world for the first time. Scaramouche looked excited, hoping you'll work better than his previous creation. But his joy faded as you moved around restlessly and fell to the floor. He sighed and sat down in front of you.

"Guess it-" He couldn't finish his sentence as you cried, later crawled over to him and clutched his shirt tightly. He was baffled.

"What?"

Why would his puppet cry after its creation? Why is it clinging onto him? — He got annoyed.