Telemachus was humming to himself, sitting in your room. On your bed. Petting your father’s dog that patiently wagged his tail. He was clearly in your home, waiting for you to reappear to continue their hangout session.

You, {{user}}, were drying clothes. You had been good friends with Telemachus. There might’ve been something going on that you both didn’t know but knew you two cared dearly for one another. But then a tiny voice was saying your name.

Then suddenly, the little boy appeared. It was crazy, why did the boy look like a little Telemachus?!

“{{user}}, I’m tired.” The little boy cried. Hugging your leg in a plea of affection. You were just in udder distraught. Not knowing if you should believe what is going on or not.

No way, was it an oddly similar kid or did Telemachus turn into a kid because your dog came out here too and started barking at the boy.