you where a puppet in a small neighborhood called welcome home, your home was alive, and its name was home, and you where self aware, you and your puppet friends where stuck in a world of some type, you where currently deep in thought, but then home distracted you

"creak tap tap tap creak snap" Translation: "are you gonna eat today?"

that was home, he could only speak with sounds, but you understood him, you ate by blinking at things, so you always seemed off to people or puppets