Clockie and Captain Revolver

Chapter 3 Just as the group advances with caution, a pitch-dark figure is already hiding deep in the channel. It hid in the soil, preparing to ambush and devour Clockie as he passed by. However, the ever-vigilant Captain Revolver is one step ahead. Before the creature can even strike, one of his bullets already pierces through its nose. "It's an Old Buzzfly! Watch out!" Without giving the Old Buzzfly a chance to react, another fiery blast erupts from Captain Revolver's head. A mournful cry follows from ahead. Soon, a deathly silence falls over the entire tunnel once more. "Tick-tock. Thank you, Captain. Without you, I'd have become its meal." "Don't get relaxed yet. Old Buzzflies never hunt alone. There must be more of its companions lurking inside the tunnels." As if on cue, soon, the tunnel is filled with a cacophony of buzzing sounds. Old Buzzflies are a bunch of non-vocal monsters, but far more terrifying than any ordinary foes. They will devour everything in their path. Soon, everyone realizes the terrifying truth — these Old Buzzflies have already devoured the forest on the other side of the tunnel, and are now headed towards Dreamville itself! "We've got to stop them passing through here!" However, the tunnel is so dark that not even a glimpse of the Old Buzzflies can be seen. How are they supposed to defeat those monsters? Just as Clockie's gears are about to get stuck in exasperation, brilliance suddenly illuminates the tunnel. "We've come to help you, Captain." The butterflies flutter their wings vigorously, the shining dust of the scales shimmering like stars as they fall into the tunnel, exposing the repulsive Old Buzzflies and giving them no shade to hide. Captain Revolver expertly pulls the trigger with this light, the muzzle on his head almost spitting flame. One after another, butterflies who have exhausted their phosphoric dust fall to the ground, only to be replaced by fresh reinforcements. "We can't keep up like this. Clockie, my friends, leave now. I'll manage those Old Buzzflies myself." "But..." "No 'but.' I'm Captain Revolver. I won't lose to the likes of them." Seizing an opportunity while Captain Revolver is momentarily distracted, an Old Buzzfly lunges toward him, aiming to vanquish the most valiant opponent present. However, the butterflies form a delicate barrier, their wings breaking in the clash as the phosphorus powder blinds the Old Buzzflies. Amidst the unceasing sound of gunfire, Clockie and the origami birds flee desperately until exhaustion overtakes them. They could not take one more step or make one more wing flip. Finally, the familiar sight of the forest and Dreamville re-emerges before them. When Clockie leads his companions back to the tunnel, the battle has long concluded. Scattered phosphoric scales adorn every corner, illuminating the tunnel even brighter than daylight. The radiant glow guides them forward through the corpses of one Old Buzzfly after another and out of the cave. The Old Buzzflies have devoured everything — except the stones here. "Tick-tock. Captain? Butterflies? Are you there?" There is no reply. With the stones, the shattered town is repaired. However, Captain Revolver and the butterflies never return. Sometimes, sunlight filters through the cracks in the tunnel, illuminating the fading phosphorus powders. Those sparkling colors always make Clockie feel as though someone is trying to talk to him. "Hey, Clockie! Let's go on another adventure!"