Gemotions

The old attic smelled of mothballs and forgotten memories. David, helping his brother clean out the family home, stumbled upon a box of old childhood drawings. He pulled them out, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips, until he saw his nephew, George, drawing something that looked eerily familiar. David had drawn a creature, a shadow-like figure named Zz'Gorth. Now, George was also drawing a shadow creature.

David felt an odd pressure in his temples. He approached cautiously, peering over George’s shoulder.

"What are you drawing?" David asked, his voice unexpectedly gruff.

George, oblivious, beamed. "My best friend!"

David felt a sudden urge to snatch the paper, to examine it closely, to understand. He resisted the impulse, but the air felt suddenly thin, difficult to breathe.