Gemotions

The air crackled with a strange energy as Sam looked at the crude sketch. A grinning, multi-limbed creature, identical to "Gleep", his childhood companion. His forehead throbbed. He looked at his nephew, David. He asked, as nonchalantly as possible, "David, does Gleep... ever give you any advice?"

Sam's hands trembled as he watched David carefully color the monster’s tentacles. He felt trapped in a nightmare. The familiar chill of Gleep’s presence, the memory of his manipulative influence, caused a primal dread in Sam's chest.

He became overly protective, hovering near David, scrutinizing every conversation, every drawing. The strain of the secrecy left him restless. He found himself avoiding his brother, consumed with trying to understand, and prevent, the inevitable.