He blinked once, twice, then three times rapidly as his vision came into focus, slowly but surely. He raised his hands and looked at them, wriggling his fingers in front of his face, fascinated by their movement. He looked down his body, poked at his zipper that ran its length then glanced at his feet, wiggling them up and down. He stood up gingerly, unsure of his body, unsure of himself and looked around. That was when he noticed the huge face above him – staring, so unlike him yet, similar? He shouted in surprise, a soft “Ahh!” leaving his throat. His hands immediately reacted and touched the spot he felt the vibrations form.
“H-hello.” He said, searching for a place to hide in case they were unfriendly. “Who are you?” He asked, quite curious about their nature and how he’d come to be… speaking of which. “Who am I?” He asked, fixing his gaze on a far-off spot of the room, having a very small existential crisis. There were many things strewn around that he wanted to ask questions about, an endless list of them seemed to flood his head and it almost hurt with the bombardment. Ethan held his stomach with his copper hand, feeling dizziness overtake him. It soon passed and he righted himself, once more looking at his creator in amazement.