The moment the door burst open—
The entire weapon room shook 💥.
Heavy footsteps.
Wild laughter.
Metal scraping concrete.
Psychos poured in from every direction 😈—
screaming, twitching, swinging knives 🔪, broken pipes 🪠, rusted chains ⛓️.
Hawk didn't hesitate.
RATATAT! 🔫🔥
Short, controlled bursts.
"MOVE BACK!" he roared.
Barfi ducked instantly 🏃♂️⬇️.
Walter… did not.
"AAAAHHH—WAIT NO—THEY HIT THE DOOR NOT ME!" 😱
Hawk pointed at him furiously.
"SHOOT SOMETHING!"
Walter panicked.
BOOM! 💥
The shotgun recoil launched him backward like a cartoon character 💨—
but somehow the blast hit three psychos at once.
They dropped.
Walter blinked slowly 😐.
"Doctor… I am a prodigy."
"YOU GOT LUCKY!" Barfi screamed.
But Walter was already reloading proudly 😌.
🎯 BULLETS & PANIC 🎯
Hawk became a storm 🌪️.
His machine gun roared 🔥🔫, bullets snapping into legs and arms, slowing the horde.
Psychos screeched like animals 🐒, climbing over fallen bodies, crawling, still charging.
Barfi fired his pistol once—
The bullet hit the ceiling 💥⬆️.
Dust rained down.
Walter shouted,
"DOCTOR! AIM LOWER!"
Barfi screamed back,
"SIR MY HANDS ARE SHAKING AND MY SOUL IS ESCAPING!" 😭
Hawk barked,
"BARFI! YOU'RE MORE LIKELY TO SHOOT US!"
Barfi instantly dropped the pistol ✋🔫❌.
"Okay. No gun."
Walter tossed him a wooden stick 🪵.
"Use this!"
Barfi held it like a holy relic 🙏🪵.
"I WILL DIE."
🏃♂️ ESCAPE MODE 🏃♂️
Hawk kicked a psycho in the chest 💥 and pointed at the staircase.
"BARFI! GO UP! NOW! YOU CAN'T FIGHT!"
Barfi didn't argue.
He ran.
Walter shouted behind him,
"RUN DOCTOR! RUN LIKE A COWARD!"
"I WASN'T RUNNING FOR HONOR ANYWAY!" Barfi yelled back.
He sprinted up the winding staircase 🌀—
nearly tripping twice.
Heart pounding 💓.
Breath burning 🔥.
Gunshots and screams echoed below 🔫😱.
The higher he climbed—
the colder the air became ❄️.
🌕 THE TOP FLOOR 🌕
Barfi burst into the lighthouse's upper gallery 🗼.
A wide circular floor.
Cracked tiles.
Broken railings.
Moonlight spilled through shattered windows 🌙✨.
Ocean wind sliced across his face 🌊🌬️.
Barfi bent over, gasping.
"I… hate… treasure hunts…"
Then—
ZING! 💨
A bullet whizzed past his eye 👁️—
close enough to make his hair move.
Barfi froze.
Slowly… he looked up.
👑 THE SMALL KING 👑
Across the room stood a figure.
Four feet tall.
Skinny.
Bald head shining like polished marble ✨.
Black suit.
Eyes wide. Unblinking.
A smile carved too deep 😈.
Like a villain drawn by a disturbed child.
The 4-foot psycho boss.
His voice was soft. Too soft.
"Welcome, new toy."
Barfi blinked.
"…Sir," he said carefully,
"are you a child ghost?" 👻
The boss twitched violently 😡.
"I am the LEADER of the Tree House!"
"The strongest psycho!"
"The smartest psycho!"
"The deadliest psycho!"
Barfi nodded politely.
"Yes. But you are still very small."
⚔️ BOSS FIGHT ⚔️
The psycho boss screeched and charged 🐿️💥.
Knife raised 🔪.
Feet pattering fast.
Barfi screamed and grabbed the nearest thing—
An old metal toolbox lid 🧰.
He held it like a shield.
The boss jumped onto Barfi's chest, stabbing wildly 🔪🔪.
Barfi spun around like a terrified washing machine 🌀😱.
"GET OFF! GET OFF! GET OFF!"
He stumbled.
Foot caught on a broken tile.
He spun again.
Arms flailing.
No training.
No plan.
No hero moment.
Just panic.
Barfi flung the psycho boss outward—
CRASH! 💥🪟
The tiny man flew straight through the broken window.
His scream faded into the storm 🌪️🌊.
😶 SILENCE 😶
Barfi froze.
Wind rushed in.
Nothing else.
Then he whispered,
"…Did I just kill the boss?"
From below, Walter shouted:
"DOCTOR! DID YOU DROP SOMETHING!?"
Hawk yelled:
"BARFI DID YOU THROW A PERSON OUT THE WINDOW!?"
Barfi cupped his hands and screamed down:
"HE JUMPED—
…because I threw him!"
Walter shouted proudly,
"GOOD JOB DOCTOR!" 🎉
Hawk roared,
"NO! NOT GOOD JOB! WE NEEDED HIM!" 😡
Barfi stood trembling.
He had defeated the leader of the Psycho Tree House—
By accident.
In fear.
With a toolbox lid.
"I want to go home…" he whispered 🥲.
👑 UNWANTED PROMOTION 👑
From below—
Shouts erupted.
"THE BOSS IS DEAD!"
"THE SMALL KING HAS FALLEN!"
"WHOEVER KILLED HIM IS OUR NEW BOSS!"
Barfi's face drained of color 😨.
"No… no no no no— NOT AGAIN!"
Psychos began chanting, voices rising like a cult 🔊:
"NEW BOSS!"
"NEW BOSS!"
"NEW BOSS!"
Barfi screamed up at the sky 🌌:
"WHY IS THIS MY LIFE!?"
And somewhere below—
Chaos only grew louder.