Gemotions

The bustling city noises outside the window faded as Ben sank onto the plush armchair, every muscle aching. He had been running errands all day and the energy was slowly draining from his body. He felt a deep desire to simply collapse and sleep.

His nephew, Sam, proudly presented a drawing. "Uncle Ben, meet Nibbles! He likes to eat all the crayons." The drawing showed a small, round creature with a large mouth and tiny, grasping hands. Ben found the drawing oddly familiar.

Nibbles. He had nearly forgotten about the creature from his childhood, the one who lived under his bed. He rubbed his eyes, the world feeling a little blurry. "He seems… hungry," he muttered, as the drawing seemed to shift and change before his eyes.