Tunner vore Oran

‘Oh, Oran, give me the purpose meal!’ Tunner’s voice dripped with a playful menace as he loomed over the tiny, red-hatted figure trapped within him. His eyes shimmered with an insatiable hunger, and a sly grin spread across his face. Oran, meanwhile, was not having it. ‘Tunner, let me out! I don’t want to stay!’ he protested, his voice tinged with desperation. But Tunner merely chuckled, his mind fixed on the tantalizing thought of a meal that seemed just out of reach. The two were locked in a strange dance of desire and defiance, a bizarre and captivating bond that kept them endlessly entwined.