GoseiKoryu Heroes: The Weight of Lies!

Under relentless interrogation, the heroes are pushed to the brink. Deprived of any support or voice, they are forced into a horrifying spectacle of fabricated confessions. Through brutal psychological and physical coercion, their words are twisted and manipulated, painting them as enemies of the people. Each denial is met with greater force, and the line between truth and fiction blurs as their captors work to bury their own errors.

If confessions are built on force, how firm is the foundation of truth?

PS: This is based on the GoseiKoryu team concept I did years back, I think it would be a waste not to use the team as part of my growing dominion of pain. Besides, ACAB and all that~

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Tell the truth!

The transport vehicles stopped, and their cargo unloaded with precision and cruelty. The heroes, trapped inside the suffocating, unrelenting confines of the alien technology, felt their bodies tremble uncontrollably. The electrodes buzzed relentlessly against their helmets, scrambling their already fragmented thoughts and pushing them further into a dazed, disoriented state. Sweat and humiliation clung to their trembling forms, their tightly vacuum-sealed suits amplifying every sensation of discomfort and failure.

Inside the prison’s interrogation chambers, the coffins were placed upright, their glowing alien glyphs pulsating faintly as the guards prepared to extract the confessions they needed to finalize the heroes’ fates. The interrogation room was harshly lit, the smell of stale air mingling with the faint metallic tang of the Zangyack technology. Three guards stood ready, their mocking grins hidden behind riot gear as they adjusted the controls on the coffins.

"Time to hear what our so-called 'heroes' have to say," one guard said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Let's see how long their bravado lasts."

The first coffin was unsealed with a sharp hiss, the compressed air releasing as the device opened just enough to reveal Tooru’s trembling, sweat-drenched form. His skintight suit clung to him like a second skin, the transparent evidence bag still tightly pressed against his body, and his helmet, fogged with condensation, tilted slightly as he tried to regain focus.

“Tooru, Gosei Allosaurus,” the lead officer began, emphasizing the name with mocking disdain. “Or should we call you 3021 now? Let’s cut to the chase. Admit you’re Zangyack agents sent to destroy this city.”

Tooru, his voice muffled but defiant, gritted out a response. “You’re… you’re looking for scapegoats. You messed up. You were cowards when the city needed you.”

The guards exchanged smirks as they activated the coffin’s electrodes, sending a sharp jolt through Tooru’s helmet. His body convulsed violently, his back arching as the buzzing intensified. He gasped sharply, his voice breaking as he struggled to maintain control. “Stop…! I won’t… I won’t say it!”

“Then don’t,” the lead officer sneered, leaning closer to the coffin. “The coffin will say it for you.”

Tooru’s visor fogged further as the electrodes buzzed again, his trembling body stiffening as his mind swirled. His legs quaked inside the tight confines of the evidence bag, and before he could stop himself, the overwhelming pressure broke him. His body arched sharply as he wet himself again, the humiliation flooding his mind as the warm dampness spread through his suit. The acrid smell of sweat and urine filled the coffin, making him gag as his helmet tilted back.

Inside his helmet, his voice echoed faintly, broken and trembling. "I failed… I couldn’t save anyone… Maybe… maybe they’re right."

As the buzzing continued, the coffin’s translator activated, distorting Tooru’s fragmented protests into a confession. "I was never a hero. I… I worked with Zangyack. I admit it. I caused the destruction."

Tooru’s muffled scream rang out, his voice cracking with desperation. “No! That’s not what I said! Stop twisting my words!” But the guards only laughed, recording the false confession with glee.

Ema’s coffin was next, unsealed with the same sharp hiss. Her trembling form was revealed, her pink and black Quetzalcoatlus-themed suit clinging tightly to her as she struggled to stand upright. Her helmet tilted downward, condensation dripping from the visor as she gasped for air.

“3022,” the lead officer began, his tone mocking. “Why don’t you save us all some time and admit what you are? A Zangyack operative sent to destroy this city.”

Ema let out a shaky breath, her voice weak but defiant. “You’re just… covering for yourselves. You let this city burn, and now you need someone to blame.”

The guards activated the electrodes, sending a sharp buzz through her helmet. Ema’s body stiffened, her knees buckling slightly as the jolt hit her. Her voice cracked as she gasped, “Stop it! I’m not… I’m not your scapegoat!”

The buzzing intensified, scrambling her thoughts as the tightness of the evidence bag pressed harder against her suit. The dampness from her earlier humiliation clung to her, and as another wave of zaps hit, her body betrayed her again. She let out a muffled cry as she wet herself once more, the warm dampness pooling inside her suit and mixing with the overwhelming heat and sweat.

Inside her helmet, her voice began to falter. "I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t save anyone. Maybe… maybe they’re right. Maybe I am what they say I am."

The coffin’s translator distorted her disoriented words, projecting a clear confession to the guards. "I was part of Zangyack. I caused the destruction. I’m not a hero."

“No!” Ema screamed, her voice muffled and desperate. “That’s not true! I didn’t—” But the words faded into a broken sob as the guards recorded her false confession.

Noa’s coffin opened last, revealing his trembling frame. Drenched with sweat, his blue and silver Spinosaurus-themed suit glistened under the harsh lights. His helmet tilted slightly as he tried to focus, his breathing heavy and labored.

“3023,” the lead officer said, his voice cold and commanding. “Admit what you did. Admit you’re Zangyack.”

Noa’s voice, though weak, carried a hint of defiance. “You don’t… you don’t even know what you’re doing. You’re just… making things worse.”

The guards activated the electrodes, sending sharp zaps through his helmet. Noa’s body jerked violently, his legs trembling as the tightness of the evidence bag held him upright. His voice cracked as he gasped, “Stop! I won’t say it!”

The relentless buzzing continued, and as the heat and pressure inside the coffin grew unbearable, Noa’s body gave in. He let out a strangled gasp as he wet himself again, the dampness spreading through his suit and adding to the overwhelming humiliation. The acrid smell filled the coffin, making him gag as his helmet tilted back.

Inside his helmet, his voice broke. "I wasn’t strong enough. I let everyone down. Maybe… maybe this is where I belong."

The coffin’s translator distorted his words into a damning confession. "I worked with Zangyack. I’m responsible for the destruction. I admit it."

“No!” Noa shouted, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face inside the helmet. “That’s not what I meant! Stop this!”

The guards stood back, watching with satisfaction as the confessions were finalized. The heroes, their voices trembling and muffled, were left humiliated and broken inside their coffins, the acrid smell of their defeats clinging to them as the electrodes buzzed faintly in the background. The glowing alien glyphs on the coffins pulsed steadily, a cruel reminder of their captivity.

The lead officer smirked, turning off the recording equipment. “Now we’ve got everything we need. Take them to isolation. They’re done here.”

As the coffins were sealed shut again, the heroes’ muffled cries echoed faintly, their last remnants of defiance buried beneath the weight of their humiliation. Their journey to the island prison continued, the coffins humming steadily as the darkness within threatened to consume them entirely.

***

The isolation cells were grim chambers of relentless torment, the walls lined with dim, flickering lights and buzzing speakers that echoed with low-frequency hums. Inside each cell, the heroes were restrained, their arms bound tightly behind their backs by glowing chastity control belts. The belts, engraved with “POLICE PROPERTY – CONTROLLED DETAINEE”, glowed faintly as they emitted constant vibrations and pulses that reverberated through their suits, targeting their groins and lower backs with unbearable intensity.

Tooru, Ema, and Noa stood in their respective cells, unable to collapse or rest, their trembling legs forced into perpetual tiptoes by the unrelenting jolts of the belts. Their helmets, still sealed onto their heads, trapped their ragged breaths and muffled cries, their visors fogged with condensation. The suffocating suits clung to their sweat-drenched bodies, amplifying every humiliating sensation as the relentless buzzing reduced their strength and clarity of thought.

The isolation chambers were equipped with large TV screens, mounted high on the walls, angled to ensure the heroes could see them no matter how much their heads wobbled or tilted from exhaustion. The screens flickered to life, displaying the familiar face of the Bullcock City Police Chief, standing at a podium in front of an audience of officers and reporters.

"This city owes its safety to the dedication of its law enforcement," the chief declared, his voice booming through the chambers. "But today, we expose the truth about the so-called 'heroes' who claimed to protect us—the GoseiKoryus. They are not heroes. They are impostors who infiltrated our society, masquerading as saviors while aiding the Zangyack invaders. Their actions caused untold destruction, and their lies endangered every citizen of this city."

Tooru, his body stiff and trembling as another jolt arched his back, let out a muffled scream. "K-kaaah! Aaah! That’s—no!" His helmet tilted upward, his visor fogging further as his legs wobbled, his muscles jerking uncontrollably. "That’s a lie! Aaah! Aaaaah!"

The chief continued, his words relentless and sharp. "Earth must be vigilant against invaders in every form. Even those who wear bright colors and claim to be Sentai heroes. These Gosei impostors prove that not everyone claiming to protect us is genuine. We have captured these frauds, and they will never harm anyone again."

Ema’s body jerked violently as her belt sent another wave of vibrations through her, forcing her into an agonizing arch. "Aaah! Stop—stop it! Aaah! They’re lying! Aaah!" Her muffled cries echoed faintly, her helmet bobbing as sweat dripped down her face. "We didn’t—we’re not… Kyaaah! Not impostors!"

The screen cut to distorted, edited footage of the battle against the Zangyack dreadnought, manipulated to show the GoseiKoryus firing their weapons recklessly and causing destruction. The video was interspersed with images of the city in ruins, civilians screaming, and police officers "heroically" stepping in to save the day.

Noa, his helmet tilting downward as his body convulsed from another sharp jolt, groaned loudly. "Aaah! K-kaaah! That’s not—no! That’s not what happened! Aaah! They’re twisting it! Kyaaah!" His trembling legs wobbled as he struggled to maintain balance, the constant pulses forcing him onto his toes.

The chief’s voice returned, cold and resolute. "The Gosei impostors have been subdued and are being held in secure isolation, where they can no longer threaten our safety. This is a message to all who would deceive and endanger Earth: we will find you, and we will stop you."

Tooru’s visor fogged completely as his eyes rolled back, his legs buckling slightly before the tightness of the belt jolted him upright again. "Aaah! No! Aaah! You can’t—kaaah! This isn’t right!" His voice cracked as he writhed, the relentless sensations from the belt making his thoughts blur and his words jumble.

Ema let out a muffled cry, her body trembling as sweat pooled inside her suit. "Aaah! Stop it—aaah! Please! Kyaaah! We’re not—aaah! We’re not who you think we are!" Her knees quaked, but the restraints kept her standing, her helmet tilting as tears streaked her flushed face.

Though muffled and hoarse, Noa's voice still carried a faint edge of defiance. "Kaaah! You’re—you’re wrong! Aaah! We didn’t—kyaaah! We didn’t betray anyone!" His trembling legs jerked as another pulse hit, his body arching sharply.

The screen faded to black, leaving the heroes alone with the hum of their belts and the suffocating heat of their isolation suits. Time became meaningless as the relentless buzzing continued, scrambling their thoughts and reducing their movements to jerky, involuntary convulsions. Days passed, or perhaps only hours—it was impossible to tell. The sensation of standing, wobbling, and arching became their entire existence, the hum of the belts their only constant.

Inside their helmets, the heroes' minds swirled with exhaustion and humiliation. Their muffled cries echoed faintly in the chambers, mixing with the low hum of the belts and the distant sound of the guards’ laughter beyond the walls. Their bodies trembled, their suits clinging to them like prisons, as the belts continued their cruel work of breaking down their resolve.

***

The relentless buzzing from the chastity control belts reached a new, unbearable pitch, the vibrations reverberating through every inch of the heroes’ trembling, sweat-soaked bodies. Tooru, Ema, and Noa, locked in their isolation chambers, writhed uncontrollably, their legs wobbling and their backs arching violently as the intensity pushed them to their limits. The sensations overwhelmed them, shattering what little strength they had left.

Tooru let out a muffled scream through his helmet as his body jerked violently. “Aaah! No—kaaah! I can’t—aaah!” His legs trembled as he tiptoed involuntarily, the unrelenting buzz focusing on his groin and lower back. His body arched sharply, his head tilting back until his helmeted visor pointed skyward, the fog inside fully obscuring his vision. The humiliation and heat became too much, and with a sharp gasp, he wet himself uncontrollably, the dampness spreading through his suit. His muscles stiffened one last time before he collapsed against his restraints, unconscious.

Ema’s cries echoed faintly as she experienced the same cruel breaking point. “Aaah! Stop—aaah! I can’t—kaaah!” Her body convulsed, her knees threatening to buckle but held upright by the tight restraint of the glowing belt. Her helmet tilted downward, tears and sweat dripping into the tight confines of her suit, before her body arched so violently that her visor slammed against the back of the chamber wall. She gasped sharply, wetting herself again as the vibrations broke her completely. Her trembling frame jerked one last time before she went limp, collapsing into unconsciousness.

Noa, the last to fall, tried desperately to resist, his voice a broken plea. “Aaah! Don’t—kaaah! Not like this—aaah!” His legs trembled uncontrollably as his back arched to the point of straining, his helmeted head pressing back hard against the wall of his chamber. The relentless buzzing forced his body into another violent spasm, and he gasped loudly as he wet himself for the third time, the humiliation shattering his last thread of defiance. His body stiffened, jerked, and finally collapsed, unconscious.

Even in unconsciousness, the heroes found no solace. Instead of offering relief, their dreams became a battlefield of distorted memories. Their once-proud moments of heroism were replaced by warped, fabricated scenes that seeped into their subconscious like poison. The buzzing and zapping that had overwhelmed them in reality now bled into their dreams, twisting their minds further.

Tooru, the proud and strong Allosaurus-themed hero, stood on a platform overlooking a terrified crowd of civilians. In his dream, he wasn’t fighting for their freedom—he was holding a massive Zangyack staff, its tip glowing with menacing energy. The Zangyack soldiers flanked him on either side, jeering and barking orders to the frightened civilians.

“No, this isn’t right!” Tooru screamed internally. His grip tightened on the staff, but his body moved against his will, his legs stepping forward, towering over the trembling civilians. His dream-self slammed the staff into the ground, sending a pulse of energy that knocked several people to their knees.

“Order them,” a monstrous Zangyack general commanded, its deep, guttural voice reverberating in Tooru’s helmet. “Show them the might of Zangyack through you.”

Tooru’s voice trembled as his dream-self spoke, amplified by the staff’s cruel energy. “Bow. If you don’t, there will be… consequences.” His body quivered as he raised the staff, its glowing tip aimed at a young child clinging to their parent. “Do it. Bow!”

“No! I would never do this!” Tooru screamed in his mind, but the staff crackled with energy, forcing him to fire. The child screamed as the energy burst at their feet, and the crowd dropped to the ground in terror.

The scene shifted, and Tooru found himself dragging shackled civilians to a Zangyack processing center. His body moved mechanically, his gloved hands gripping chains that linked the prisoners together. “I… have to,” his dream-self said, his helmet tilting downward in shame. “If I don’t, they’ll suffer worse.”

The Zangyack general sneered. “Good boy. This is what heroes should do—serve us.”

Ema, the quick-thinking and compassionate Quetzalcoatlus-themed hero, found herself in a bustling shelter filled with children. Their laughter and trust in her made her heart swell—until the dream warped. The shelter walls shifted, becoming cold and metallic, and the children’s laughter turned to cries of fear as Zangyack soldiers marched in.

“No, no, this isn’t how it happened!” Ema screamed internally, but her dream-self smiled warmly at the children. “Don’t worry,” she heard herself say, her voice calm and soothing. “The soldiers aren’t here to hurt you. They just need to take you to a safer place.”

She felt her body kneel, patting one crying child on the head as she gestured for the Zangyack soldiers to come closer. The soldiers began grabbing the children, who screamed and tried to run, but Ema’s dream-self blocked their path.

“This isn’t me!” Ema shouted in her mind, but the scene grew darker. The children were dragged away, and Ema’s dream-self turned to the Zangyack general. “See? I told you I’d help you. Just… don’t hurt them too much.”

The general laughed. “You’ve done well. Now, show them how a ‘hero’ grovels.”

The dream shifted again, and Ema was now on all fours in front of a group of frightened teenagers, her body trembling as she bowed repeatedly. “I’m sorry,” her dream-self whispered, her helmet pressed to the ground. “I… I couldn’t protect you.”

One of the teenagers spat at her helmet. “You’re no hero. You’re worse than the Zangyack.”

Noa stood in what looked like a brightly lit television studio, his Spinosaurus-themed suit pristine, glowing faintly under studio lights. Around him, cameras whirred and Zangyack soldiers busily adjusted microphones and lights. He felt his body rigid yet cooperative, his gloved hands raised slightly as if to wave to an unseen audience.

The camera director, a grotesque Zangyack lieutenant, gestured toward him with a wicked grin. “Smile for your fans, Spinosaurus,” it sneered. “You’re the perfect face for the cause.”

Noa’s helmeted head tilted slightly, his body moving as though on autopilot, stepping onto a raised platform emblazoned with the Zangyack crest. The dream twisted further, and the studio became a shimmering broadcast feed projected to Earth’s cities. Noa’s amplified voice filled the air.

“People of Earth,” his dream-self began, his voice calm yet disturbingly inviting, “why fight the inevitable? The Zangyack Empire only wants to help you. Resistance brings chaos. Obedience brings peace.”

Noa’s hand gestured gracefully toward a hologram of Earth, now overlaid with Zangyack control points. He turned toward the camera, his helmet reflecting the hologram. “Join us willingly. Embrace your role. Your lives will have purpose under Zangyack’s guidance.”

The camera cut to fabricated footage of people in chains, smiling as they worked in Zangyack-controlled factories. Others bowed before Zangyack commanders, their faces unnervingly serene. “See how harmonious life can be?” Noa’s dream-self continued, his tone smooth. “Why struggle when you can serve?”

The scene shifted abruptly. Noa was now standing in a crowded plaza, a massive screen behind him projecting his image to throngs of terrified civilians. His helmeted face loomed over them as he raised his hand, speaking directly to the crowd. “Earth’s greatest heroes have already joined us. Why not you?”

The civilians looked at him with confusion and fear, whispering among themselves. A few young athletes stepped forward hesitantly, their wrists already bound in chains. Noa’s body moved mechanically, offering them an encouraging nod. “Your strength and loyalty will not go unnoticed. Zangyack rewards those who submit.”

He watched, powerless, as more civilians stepped forward, their fear turning into a forced, hollow acceptance. The screen behind him flickered, showing him shaking hands with Zangyack generals, smiling as Earth was partitioned into districts under Zangyack control.

The final blow came when Noa’s dream-self turned to a group of captured heroes—Earth’s last remaining defenders, shackled and kneeling. Instead of defending them, his hand pointed to a glowing sign that read: “Obedience is Strength.” The camera zoomed in as his voice echoed one last time. “Be like me. Find your purpose in service.”

Noa’s unconscious body trembled inside his isolation chamber, the tight chastity belt vibrating faintly as sweat poured down his face, fogging his visor. His suit clung to him like a prison, the dream’s vivid imagery seared into his mind. When he finally awoke, his breathing was ragged, and his voice cracked as he whispered to himself.

“I… I did what? No… no, that wasn’t me…” His helmeted head tilted downward, his trembling legs barely holding him up as the isolation chamber buzzed faintly in the background. Yet the imagery of smiling chains, bowed captives, and his own voice urging submission refused to leave him.

The heroes awoke in their isolation chambers, their trembling bodies drenched in sweat and humiliation. The dreams lingered in their minds, vivid and searing, as they struggled to distinguish reality from nightmare. Each of them gasped for air, their helmets fogging as their voices cracked.

“No…” Tooru’s voice cracked as he gasped for air, his visor fogging further. “That… that isn’t who I am… I wouldn’t do that…”

Ema’s trembling voice broke as tears streaked down her face inside her helmet. “I didn’t betray anyone… I’d never… I couldn’t…”

Noa’s breath hitched sharply, his voice raw. “They’re twisting everything. I wouldn’t—no, I’d never—do that.”

The vivid images of betrayal and failure clung to their minds, searing and vivid. Their trembling voices overlapped, filled with desperation, but the heavy silence of their isolation chambers offered no relief. Each of them was left to wrestle with their fears, the fabricated memories blurring the line between their reality and the shame the guards had embedded in their minds.

Then, the crackle of speakers cut through the heavy air, and the trio froze as their own voices echoed back at them, distorted but unmistakable.

“Tooru GoseiKoryu White, Allosaurus… I helped them… I betrayed Earth… I betrayed everyone…” The voice was raw, trembling, and undeniably his.

“No!” Tooru shouted, his trembling body jerking against his restraints. “That’s… that’s not how I’d ever—no!” His voice cracked with disbelief, but the recording continued, relentless and damning.

“Ema GoseiKoryu Blue, Quetzalcoatlus… I thought I was helping, but I was a fool… I betrayed them… I worked for Zangyack…” Ema’s voice quivered on the recording, trembling with supposed regret.

Ema’s sobs grew louder, her voice muffled but panicked. “Stop it! Please! That’s not how it happened! Don’t do this!”

Then came Noa’s voice, hollow and monotone. “Noa GoseiKoryu Black, Spinosaurus… I handed Earth’s secrets to Zangyack… I betrayed everything and everyone…”

“No!” Noa shouted, his voice trembling with both anger and fear. “That isn’t the truth! You know it isn’t!”

The speakers fell silent for a moment before the guards’ mocking voices filled the chambers, cold and filled with satisfaction.

“Well, well,” one of them sneered, dragging out his words with sickening pleasure. “You all sound so honest, don’t you? The mighty GoseiKoryus… just a bunch of Zangyack infiltrators all along.”

Another guard chuckled, his tone sharp and vindictive. “You really thought you could parade around as heroes, stealing the glory we’ve worked for, and we wouldn’t figure you out? You’re done. Caught. It’s all here—your confessions, your names, your crimes.”

Tooru shouted, his voice cracking with anger. “We’re not criminals! You can’t just take our words and twist them to make your story!”

The guards laughed coldly. “Oh, but it’s all right here. Confessions straight from your mouths. You were Zangyack operatives. You’ve said it yourselves.”

Ema’s trembling voice was heavy with desperation. “We’re not who you’re saying we are. We’ve fought for Earth—how could you—how could you take that from us?”

“Oh, it’s easy,” one guard said with a laugh. “You made it so easy. All we had to do was show the people what we already know: that you’re frauds. You thought you could outshine us. That you could take credit for saving Earth? No, no. That spotlight belongs to the police. Not to some costumed posers pretending to be heroes.”

Noa’s voice broke, trembling with disbelief and fury. “You’re trying to frame us just to save your own egos? This… this is what you care about?”

“It’s not just about ego,” the guard sneered. “It’s about making sure the people know who really protects them. Heroes don’t parade around stealing glory—they know their place, serving the police. But you didn’t. You tried to take everything from us, and now, we’re taking everything from you.”

Another guard chimed in, his voice cold and mocking. “And thanks to your little confessions, we’ve got it all. Your names, your faces, your lives. Tooru Nakamura. College wrestler, strong but misguided. Ema Fujimoto. Nature photographer and wall climber, wandering with no purpose until now. Noa Takahashi. Genius student and swimmer, wasting that intellect on a fool’s game.”

Tooru froze, his voice trembling as he shouted back. “Leave them out of this! If you know who we are, then you know we’ve only ever fought to protect people!”

Ema gasped sharply, her tears streaming harder. “Please… don’t bring them into this. Don’t…”

The guards’ laughter grew louder. “Oh, but we have all the power now. Your schools, your families, your communities—they’ll all know. You’re not heroes. You’re traitors. Zangyack agents, caught red-handed. And when we’re done with you, no one will ever see you as heroes again.”

Noa’s voice trembled with barely contained rage. “You’re doing this because you hate that people see us as heroes. You’d burn everything down just to erase us.”

“Burn it down?” the guard said, laughing mockingly. “No, we’ll make sure your betrayal becomes the story. And in the ashes of your reputation, the people will finally see the police as the real heroes. It’s what should have happened from the start.”

The speakers went silent, leaving the trio to drown in their thoughts. The weight of the guards’ threats pressed down on them like a crushing tide. The fabricated memories, the false confessions, and the looming threat of exposure blurred together, leaving no room for solace.

Tooru’s voice trembled as he muttered, “They… they’ve already decided. They don’t care about the truth.”

Ema sobbed silently, her voice barely audible. “What do we do now… what’s left?”

Noa’s voice was hoarse, his words heavy with dread. “If they… tell the world… it’s over.”

The suffocating reality settled over them, their trembling bodies drenched in sweat as the guards’ words echoed in their minds. The faint whispers of defiance within them grew quieter, fading under the suffocating weight of doubt and the grim knowledge that they had been condemned by the ones who should have protected them.

The suffocating silence of the isolation chambers shattered as the warped recordings resumed, echoing through the dark, claustrophobic spaces. The fabricated voices of the GoseiKoryus filled the air, each word laced with false malice, painting a grotesque picture of their supposed betrayal.

“To secure our place as the people’s protectors, the police must fall first,” Tooru’s recorded voice declared, cold and artificial. “Their structure is weak, riddled with inefficiencies. We will use their failures against them, eroding public trust until they collapse entirely.”

Tooru’s trembling body jerked as he gasped, his breath hitching in disbelief. “I would never betray the police! They protect people, just like we do!” His voice cracked but held firm, anger rising in him as the words replayed.

Ema’s fabricated confession followed, cruel and calculated. “With the police dismantled, the people will be vulnerable. Their dependence will shift to us, giving us absolute control. We’ll ensure the education system aligns with our vision, shaping the next generation to see us as the only authority.”

“That’s not how we protect the future!” Ema cried out, her voice breaking but determined. “We’ve always fought for the next generation to have hope, not to take it away!”

Then came Noa’s recorded voice, twisted with feigned malice. “The young will be key. With their minds still malleable, we will strip away their connection to the police and government. They’ll grow to view the old systems as relics, trusting only us to lead them. A generation raised to reject the past and embrace our control.”

“I fight to protect everyone’s future, not control it!” Noa shouted, his voice trembling but strong. “The young deserve freedom, not domination, and I’ve never believed otherwise!”

The recordings looped again, hammering the fabricated narrative into the oppressive air of the chambers.

“To dismantle the government, we’ll start with the police. Their inefficiency will become their undoing.”

“With the police gone, the people will turn to us. We’ll replace their broken systems and build a world in our image.”

“The youth will belong to us. Through their education and dependence, we’ll ensure a future shaped by our authority.”

The relentless words pressed down on the heroes, but this time they refused to let the despair fully consume them.

“I’ve fought for this planet alongside people who trust in us. That’s who we are!” Tooru shouted, his voice raw but resolute. “The police fight for peace, and so do we. We’re on the same side!”

“We’ve saved people, worked to build hope, not destroy it!” Ema screamed through her tears, trembling but defiant. “What you’re playing is a lie, and anyone who sees us knows what we’ve really done!”

Noa’s voice cracked but remained steady. “These words mean nothing because they’re not ours! Everything I’ve done has been to protect Earth, and I’m not letting you twist that!”

The recordings droned on, but the heroes held their ground, their trembling bodies still shaking with a mix of fear and anger. The suffocating heat of their suits, the sweat dripping inside their helmets, and the exhaustion of their confinement clawed at them—but their words rang out as defiant truth against the fabricated lies being forced upon them.

***

The suffocating silence of the isolation chambers shattered as the warped recordings resumed, followed by the press conference streaming directly into the heroes' cells. Their trembling bodies quaked under the oppressive heat of their suits, drenched in sweat, as they were forced to watch the police chief's grandiose announcement.

“This marks a monumental victory for our force,” the chief declared, his voice brimming with triumph. “Through rigorous investigation, we uncovered the truth behind the so-called GoseiKoryus. These frauds were working in coordination with Zangyack all along, planning to destabilize our institutions—starting with the police—and hand this country over to the invaders.”

The words stabbed deep into the heroes, but the final blow came when a reporter raised her hand, challenging the narrative. “Excuse me, Chief,” she interjected sharply. “But wasn’t it the army that secured the last Zangyack dreadnought just days ago? They reported finding a teleporter chip unique to the Zangyack network. Something no Earth-based group, even the GoseiKoryus, could possibly have had access to.”

A ripple of unease spread among the police officers, visible even through the blurry screens. The heroes, standing in their isolation chambers, froze. Their sweat-soaked bodies stiffened as their minds raced to process what they had just heard.

“What… does she mean?” Ema’s telepathic voice buzzed faintly, laced with panic. “That… that chip…”

Tooru’s mind churned with desperation. “If they have proof it was Zangyack tech, that clears us! It proves we were never part of this!”

Before the police chief could respond, the prison guard chief leaned in, whispering hurriedly into his ear. The heroes' screens flickered slightly, distorting the image of the chief’s face as it faltered momentarily before he recovered.

“There has been an update to the operation,” the police chief said, his tone more measured now. “The individuals we captured were, in fact, decoys. This was part of a joint police and army initiative to misdirect Zangyack forces and disrupt their infiltration network. By capturing these decoys, we forced the true infiltrators to expose themselves, leading to the army’s successful strike on the dreadnought.”

The words hit the heroes like a hammer. Their trembling bodies jerked violently as their minds spiraled in disbelief and rage.

“Decoys?!” Tooru’s voice exploded in their faint telepathic link, his body surging against his restraints. “They’re saying we’re decoys?!”

“No one knows we’re here!” Ema’s voice cracked, raw with panic as she pulled violently at her bonds. “They think we’re free! They think we’re fine!”

“They buried us!” Noa roared, his tone sharp and furious as he thrashed against the tight restraints holding him. “No one is coming for us! No one is looking!”

Their anger surged into action. Tooru arched his back violently, his muscles straining against the tight restraints, his plastic-wrapped body pulling taut against the second skin of evidence plastic that suffocated him. His screams tore through his helmet, echoing in the isolation chamber as he kicked against the floor, pulling with everything he had.

Ema’s body jerked and writhed as she screamed, her voice raw and desperate. Her legs strained against the restraints, her body arching and twisting as the plastic bag rubbed mercilessly against her sweat-drenched suit. “No! No! Let us out! This can’t—” Her words devolved into guttural screams as she thrashed harder, her movements making the plastic squeak audibly, a maddening sound that filled her chamber.

Tooru slammed his body backward against the wall, his helmeted head shaking violently as he screamed, his voice raw and broken. “We are the real heroes! You can’t erase us like this!” His words dissolved into guttural cries as his body arched involuntarily under the unyielding pull of the restraints, the suffocating tightness of the plastic bag rubbing and squeaking against his suit, mocking him with every sound.

Ema’s cries turned into a frenzied wail as her body trembled uncontrollably. Each twist and pull of her restraints only tightened the suffocating plastic skin around her, amplifying the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. The humiliation of the squeaking noises and the unrelenting heat and sweat pooling inside her suit sent her mind reeling. “Please… please, someone hear us!” she screamed, her voice cracking as her body bucked against the impossible restraints.

Noa, his strength finally failing him, slumped forward slightly before surging again with his last energy reserves. “This is… not where we end! I won’t let you—” His voice gave out as his head tilted back involuntarily, his trembling body arching in response to the unbearable combination of exhaustion, friction, and the maddening squeaks of the plastic wrapping him.

The trio’s chambers were filled with the sounds of their struggles: muffled screams, the sharp squeaks of evidence plastic rubbing against their suits, and the faint hum of the restraints holding them in place. Their muscles burned, their lungs heaved for air, and their sweat-drenched bodies quaked with exertion. But no matter how violently they struggled, the restraints held firm, unyielding in their grip.

Eventually, their movements began to falter, their screams fading into hoarse gasps as exhaustion took hold. Tooru’s knees wobbled as his trembling legs threatened to give out, but the restraints forced him upright, his body jerking involuntarily with each breath. “They… won’t even know we’re here…” he muttered weakly, his voice barely audible inside his helmet.

Ema’s head hung low, her visor fogged with condensation as her chest heaved. “We’re… we’re forgotten…” she whispered, her body trembling as she slumped against the restraints, unable to muster the strength to fight any longer.

Noa’s body twitched faintly as his head tilted forward, his voice a broken murmur. “No one… no one’s coming…”

The isolation chambers fell silent once more, save for the faint creaks and squeaks of the plastic evidence bags shifting against the heroes’ suits as their bodies trembled involuntarily. The humiliating sensations continued to assault them, breaking their minds further with each passing moment.

In the back of their minds, the weight of the police chief’s words pressed down on them like a crushing tide. The world thought they were decoys, expendable pawns in a fabricated narrative designed to mislead Zangyack. No one would search for them. No one would question their absence.

They were ghosts now, trapped in a suffocating nightmare where even their struggles served only to humiliate and degrade them further. As the isolation chambers dimmed into silence, their trembling bodies hung limply in the restraints, the faint hope of freedom flickering and fading into the oppressive darkness.