Tawns of Fun

Imagine misunderstanding Oculous’s intentions. 

“Let the hunt begin,” announced the Terror, displaying his bladed rifle and expecting you to squirm under his unblinking red eye. “I am a hunter and you are my quarry,” he continued. 

When he saw his words sink in, Oculous inwardly smirked. And that inward smirk inwardly faltered when you started unzipping. The hunter shuffled uncomfortably. Humans were actually quite attractive, but surely this was just a ruse…? 

“I see your horn’s out.” 

“Many Morlocks are horned,” he snapped. You slowly raised your finger and pointed down. Oculous realized why he suddenly felt so hot. He lowered his rifle. 

“‘Eye’ spy…” you continued. 

Note: How do Morlocks reproduce, anyway? 🤔 Oculous is like a robot.