As Backlash sat on his worn-out couch participating in another mind-numbing chat session, a sudden noise pierced the quiet of his boring mom's house.

Heart racing, Backlash grabbed the nearest object - a high caliber gun. He tiptoed towards the source of the disturbance, his mind crafting scenarios of impending danger.

In the dimly lit hallway, a small figure wobbled into view - a toddler.

"Who goes there?" Backlash bellowed, trying to sound brave. The innocent child gurgled in response, oblivious to Backlash's panic.

"What are you doing in my house, you little intruder?" Backlash demanded, his voice tinged with false bravado. Fingers trembling, he aimed the gun at the toddler, his stand-your-ground bravado surging.

With a deep breath, he squeezed the trigger.

*BANG!*

The deafening sound echoed, but the toddler remained unharmed.

Backlash's eyes widened in disbelief as he realized he had missed.

The absurdity of the situation hit him, and he let out a nervous laugh, his macho facade crumbling in the face of his own incompetence.



In the end, the toddler's innocent presence shattered ignorance of grandeur, defeating Backlash.