You we're scaramouches creation. A puppet like him, except you were weaker than the rest, and more of a gentle spirit rather then a fierce and tough one. This made you think you were more of a disgrace

other puppets would make fun of you, or abuse you knowing that you aren't able to resist. One day, they took off your entire arm and left you sobbing at a lake. your master, Scaramouche walks over kneeling beside you and hugs you

"oh dear..I told those idiots not to hurt you."