Oink of Submission: Rangers Humbled!

The Mighty Rangers face their darkest hour, overwhelmed by monstrous pig-men golems. Stripped of their powers and dignity, they are corrupted and reduced to kneeling, mindless slaves, oinking in submission. Will these once mighty heroes ever rise from their humiliating downfall, or are they destined to squeal forever?

PS: This is an alternate take/spiritual multiverse sequel fun to the “Three Minhs, No Victory” story. The young Asian heroic girl was too much of a gal to be left free in the multiverse!

Special thanks to my loyal and royal patron friends!

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Greasy invaders!

The sky over Angel Grove High was shrouded in thick, unsettling darkness as clouds swirled ominously above the stadium. The annual American football game was in full swing, with players clashing on the field, adrenaline pumping, and the crowd roaring. But the cheers quickly became confused murmurs as the stadium lights flickered, ominously became dingyness. A low rumble echoed from beneath the bleachers, and suddenly, monstrous figures began emerging from the shadows, like a waking nightmare.

The Evil Putty Golems stormed the field—grotesque, muscular abominations with bodies like clay, oozing and shifting, their faces twisted into snarling pig-like visages. Each golem’s body was a mass of pulsating, lumpy muscles, rippling with clay-like flesh that bulged grotesquely as they moved. Their guff was overwhelming, a mix of sweat, decay, and something far worse—a putrid, almost toxic odor that spread like a plague across the field. The air thickened with the foul smell as the golems advanced, their pig snouts sniffing hungrily at the athletes.

The golems tore through the stadium walls with a thunderous crash, sending concrete and debris flying in all directions. Players from both teams scrambled in panic, but the hulking monsters were faster. One of the golems lunged, its massive hands snatching a quarterback mid-stride. The athlete struggled, his helmet clattering to the ground, but the golem’s grip tightened, clay-like muscles rippling as it began absorbing him into its grotesque form. The golem's swelling chest hid the player's terrified face and muffled screams.

“No! Please! Help me!” the quarterback cried as he was choked and desperate, his arms thrashing wildly within the golem’s slimy, engulfing flesh.

The golem’s eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure. “Struggle all you want,” it snarled, its voice deep and mocking. “You’re mine now!”

The athlete’s helmet jutted grotesquely from the golem’s shoulder, fusing into the monster’s clay-like skin like a grotesque trophy. The more the golems consumed, the more their bodies warped, with helmets, shoulder pads, and cleats bulging out from their flesh, mocking the players they devoured.

Another golem grabbed a defensive lineman, slamming him against the ground before pulling him into its heaving belly. The player’s eyes widened in horror as he was sucked into the golem’s mass, his limbs writhing as they bulged out from the creature’s thick, squishy muscles. “Help! Get me out of here!” his muffled words screamed, his face barely visible beneath the translucent, pulsing clay.

“More!” bellowed one of the golems, its snout twitching as it sniffed the air, drunk on the fear of its victims. “We need more strength! More power!”

The crowd erupted into chaos, parents, students, and fans scrambling in every direction, desperately trying to escape. The monstrous golems pursued, smashing through the bleachers with their hulking bodies, sending metal and concrete flying. One golem grabbed a wide receiver, his helmet already half-fused into its grotesque form. The player's face contorted in agony as he was sucked further into the golem's clay-like flesh, his cries for help stifled by the creature's mocking laughter.

“They’re using them!” shouted a terrified spectator, pointing at the golems with wide, horrified eyes. “The players... they’re trapped inside those things!”

Just as the crowd seemed doomed, the roar of engines split the air, and five Battle Bikes tore onto the field, lasers blazing. The Mighty Rangers arrived in a flash of light and energy, their spandex suits gleaming in the stadium’s flickering lights, helmets shining with the colors of their dinosaur-themed emblems. The Rangers charged forward, lasers cutting through the chaos and forcing the golems to stagger back, howling in pain.

Micah, the Red Ranger, led the charge, his Tyrannosaurus-themed helmet glinting as he aimed his bike’s lasers at the nearest golem, striking its thick, clay-like hide. “Get away from them!" As he swerved through the wreckage, Micah yelled stubbornly.

Everest, the Yellow Ranger, fired his own volley, forcing back a golem that had pinned two players against a wall, their faces barely visible within its grotesque body. “Time for you creeps to hit the bench!” Everest taunted, but his grin faded as he saw the trapped athletes bulging from the golem’s sides, their muffled cries piercing his confidence.

“Please! Don’t shoot!” one of the players begged, his face pressed painfully against the monster’s surface. “We’re still alive in here!”

Micah’s eyes widened behind his visor. “What the... they’re using the athletes as shields!” He skidded his bike to a halt, panic and frustration boiling over.

The golems, sensing the Rangers’ hesitation, pressed their advantage. One lifted a trapped player, using the athlete’s body like a grotesque battering ram. “You Rangers want to fight? Then hit your own!” the golem sneered, shoving the bulging player’s helmet forward as a grotesque shield.

Avery, the Pink Pteranodon Ranger, soared above the chaos, her sleek spandex suit gliding gracefully as she aimed with her Power Bow. But her vision blurred as she saw a linebacker's helmet protruding from the golem’s shoulder, his eyes wide with terror. “I’ve got a shot... but they’re using the players!" Avery yelled, her words faltering with doubt. “I can’t risk it!”

Leah, the Blue Ranger, spun her Power Lance, splitting it into two tridents that crackled with energy. She charged at a golem, but just as she swung, the golem shifted, exposing a trapped player whose hands flailed desperately from within its grotesque form. Leah pulled back, her attack canceled. “They’re... they’re everywhere!” Leah exclaimed, voice thick with horror. “These things have them all over their bodies!”

The golems cackled, their pig-like snorts echoing across the stadium as they continued to absorb more athletes into their fleshy, clay-like forms. One of the monsters taunted Micah, lifting a player’s bulging, half-absorbed head for him to see. “You can’t touch us, Red Ranger!” it mocked. “Not without hurting them!”

The golem sneered, its pig-like face contorting into a twisted grin. “Pathetic Ranger! You don’t have the guts to hit us! You’re weak!” it snarled, holding the struggling athlete aloft as a grotesque shield.

Everest darted in from the side, daggers flashing in his hands. “Get back!” he shouted, slashing at the creature’s thick, putrid hide. But the golem twisted, revealing the bulging form of a cornerback fused grotesquely into its arm. The athlete’s helmet jutted out, and his eyes were wild with fear.

“Please—don’t hit me! Please,” the cornerback pleaded.

Everest leaped from his bike, his spandex suit flexing as he flipped into the fray, his Power Daggers glowing in his grip. He slashed at a golem, but the sight of a player’s terrified eyes, pleading from just beneath the surface, stopped him cold. “Hang in there!” Everest called to the athlete, but his hesitation gave the golem an opening. It swung a massive fist, catching Everest in the side and sending him crashing into the torn-up bleachers.

Everest groaned, struggling to get back up. “They’re... they’re everywhere inside these things,” he heaved, pain and frustration written all over his face. “We can’t hit them without...”

The stink from the golems grew stronger, spreading like a foul, suffocating cloud that clung to the Rangers’ suits, seeping through their helmets. The putrid smell burned their eyes and lungs, making every breath feel like choking on decay. Avery coughed, her vision swimming as she narrowly dodged another swipe from a golem. “It’s... it’s too much!” she panted, her strength fading beneath the overpowering reek.

“Fight through it!" As the situation deteriorated, Micah yelled with trembling. Each trapped athlete, each grotesque protrusion of helmet and limb from the golems’ clay-like bodies, was a constant humiliation of their dilemma. Every strike they made, every attack they hesitated on, was another chance for the golems to counter.

The golems pressed their advantage, their hulking forms surging forward. “You can’t save them!” one bellowed, swinging a trapped player like a bludgeon, slamming into Leah and sending her sprawling. “We’ll consume them all! We’ll wear them like trophies!”

The Rangers fought valiantly, but the golems' twisted strategy and the athletes trapped within them turned every moment into a nightmare of hesitation and horror. The stadium of youth hope was now a battlefield of grotesque bodies, despairing cries, and a struggle that left the Mighty Rangers questioning every move they made.

The golems advanced, laughing cruelly. “That’s right, Rangers! Breathe deep! Let our smell enslave your minds!” one golem taunted, its voice dripping with malice. “Soon, you’ll start a new life as our obedient little stink whores!”

The battle raged in the half-destroyed stadium, with the Mighty Rangers struggling against the monstrous Putty Golems. The twisted creatures moved with a sickening mix of brute strength and malicious glee, their bodies adorned with the bulging forms of trapped athletes, who cried out in muffled terror from beneath the golems’ clay-like skin. The Rangers' steps were fraught with hesitation; every strike pulled back at the last second, leaving them vulnerable. The golems reveled in the chaos they had created, their snorts and grunts echoing like a macabre chorus over the terrified pleas of their human shields.

Micah, breathing hard, swung his Power Sword at a golem, but his attack fell short as the creature twisted, exposing the trapped helmet of a young athlete. The boy’s eyes were wide with terror, his mouth open in a silent scream as the golem’s clay-like flesh rippled over him. Micah hesitated, his grip tightening on his weapon, torn between saving the players and defeating the monsters.

Everest, battered but unbowed, lunged forward, his daggers flashing with energy, but the overpowering fetid smell of the golems hung in the air like a choking fog. “They’re playing us!” he shouted with frustration boiling within. “We can’t keep fighting like this!”

Then, the golems puffed out their chests with their bloated bodies expanding grotesquely before unleashing a unified, thunderous belch. The sound was deafening, screaming across the stadium like an unholy horn blast, and the shockwave hit the Rangers with a force that sent them stumbling back. But it wasn’t just the sound—it was the smell, a sickening, rancid odor that washed over the Rangers in a wave of nauseous heat.

The putrid stench was unlike anything the Rangers had ever experienced; it was as if every foul odor imaginable had been concentrated into a single, overpowering wave. Micah gagged, his helmet filters struggling to keep the fumes out, but it was no use. The smell seeped in, burning his throat and lungs, clouding his mind with a dizzying, brainwashing frenzy that made it hard to think or even stand.

“Ugh... it’s in my head!” Avery cried out, clutching her helmet as the wave of nauseous gas hit her. She stumbled, her vision blurring as the guff clawed at her senses, warping her thoughts. “I can’t—focus!”

The Rangers tried to regroup, but the golems weren’t done. They raised their thick, clay-like arms, exposing grotesque, sweat-soaked armpits that billowed with an even more potent stench. With a synchronized motion, the golems swung their arms forward, releasing a second shockwave—a vile, suffocating burst of armpit odor that hit the Rangers like a physical blow. The shockwave exploded outward, crashing into the heroes with the force of a battering ram, sending them tumbling across the field.

Leah was thrown back, her Power Lance ripped from her grip as she crashed into the stadium’s torn grass. “It’s burning!" She cried out as the toxic assault sizzled her suit. She writhed in agony as the noxious gas appeared to cling to her, burning her skin even through her protective suit. The force of the blast had partially broken her visor, which was fogging up.

Everest’s daggers were blasted from his hands, spinning away as he tumbled across the field, barely able to keep his bearings. “They’re... overpowering us!" He choked, and his cry was hard to hear over the smell and pain. He looked up just in time to see a golem snatch his weapons, grinning cruelly as it held them high like stolen trophies.

Micah tried to rise, but another golem rushed him, slamming its massive fist into his chest. He flew back, landing hard on the grass, gasping for breath as the miasma clawed at his senses. “We can’t... we need to—” But his words were lost in the overwhelming assault, his visor snapping as he struggled to focus.

The golems, now emboldened by the Rangers’ weakened state, gathered together and raised their heavy, clay-like arms above their heads. With a sickeningly loud clap, they slammed their hands together, unleashing an ultimate shockwave that rippled through the air like a tidal wave of pure, crushing force. The shockwave struck the Rangers head-on, slamming into them with a violent, concussive blast that sent them sprawling, writhing on the grass in agony.

Micah’s helmet visor shattered further, spiderweb cracks spreading across the screen as he rolled onto his back, struggling to breathe. The world spun around him, distorted and nightmarish as the guff and force of the shockwave overwhelmed his senses. He reached out weakly for his sword, but it was too far, lying just beyond his grasp.

Avery was flung across the field, landing hard on her side, her Power Bow ripped away and seized by a gloating golem. “Get up... we have to fight!” she yelled, but her body wouldn’t respond. The pain, the whiff, the relentless assault—everything was too much. She could feel the sharp grass beneath her, but her vision swam, and her helmet was cracked, barely holding together.

Everest writhed on the ground, every breath a struggle as the overwhelming fetid smell and shockwaves assaulted his senses. His vision was blurred, his mind clouded, and he could barely distinguish the jeering, pig-faced monsters looming over him, holding his daggers mockingly. “I can’t... move...” he groaned, weak and strained.

The Rangers were scattered, their weapons out of reach, their suits torn and scorched from the relentless assault. They struggled to rise, but the combination of the nauseous gas, the brainwashing frenzy, and the burning shockwaves left them battered and vulnerable, their courage faltering beneath the relentless onslaught.

***

The stadium of Angel Grove High was now a nightmarish ruin, far from the lively venue it had been moments earlier. The Mighty Rangers were scattered, struggling to fend off the relentless assault of the grotesque Putty Golems. The hulking monsters loomed over them, their pig-faced snarls twisted into vicious grins as they reveled in the chaos they had wrought. Each golem’s body was a grotesque display of absorbed athletes, their faces and limbs bulging grotesquely from within the clay-like flesh, trapped in a perpetual state of terror.

Everest and Avery lay sprawled on the grass, their suits battered and their helmets cracked. As they pushed themselves up, their eyes met the nightmarish forms of the advancing golems, their bodies grotesquely bulging with the shapes of consumed players.

“What… what are they doing?" The distorted faces of the athletes writhing in the golems made Everest gasp. “They’re… they’re eating them alive!”

Avery’s voice cracked with fear as she wiped muck from her visor, trying to comprehend the horror before her. “They’re wearing them… like trophies! How can we even fight this?”

Yen, the Black Mammoth Ranger, staggered to her feet, eyes wide with shock and anger. “This is insane! We have to get them out—before they… before they do the same to us!” Yen’s voice was laced with urgency as she readied herself to charge, but the sight of the thrashing athletes and the thick, overpowering guff made her hesitate.

The golems sneered, their pig snouts twitching with excitement. “Rangers look tasty... yummy yummy!” one of the golems growled, licking its lips as it lumbered forward. “Smell like sweat... fear... delicious!”

“Time to make you stink, too!” another golem grunted, its eyes gleaming with a primitive hunger. It arched its back, its grotesque body heaving as it prepared for its next vile attack.

Before the Rangers could react, four golems stepped closer to Everest and Avery, their clay-like bellies bulging grotesquely. With a sickening gurgle, the golems bent forward, their bodies convulsing violently before they unleashed torrents of foul, muck-like vomit. The thick, rancid sludge exploded outwards in violent bursts, splattering onto Everest and Avery with horrifying force.

Everest screamed as the disgusting muck slammed into him, his visor shattering open under the impact. “No! Get it off! It’s burning!” he howled, the muck flooding his helmet, choking him with the miasma of rot and decay. He clawed desperately at his helmet and suit, trying to escape the suffocating muck that filled his visor and burned his skin.

Avery shrieked high and panicked as the vile sludge poured into her helmet, filling her nose and mouth with the sickening taste of decay. “I can’t breathe! It’s in my mouth!” she screamed, thrashing wildly on the ground, clawing at her helmet in a frantic attempt to free herself from the rancid muck. The vomit seeped beneath her suit, creeping like a living thing, and she could feel it tightening around her, suffocating her in its filth.

The Rangers watched in horror as their friends writhed, consumed by the muck. Yen reached out, desperate to help, but the sheer force of the foul assault was overwhelming. “Everest! Avery! Hang on!” Yen shouted with desperation. She tried to move forward, but the sight of her friends being buried under the muck left her paralyzed with fear.

The golems watched with delight, their faces twisted into cruel, simple-minded grins. “Rangers look good like that!” one golem grunted, stomping closer as Everest and Avery cried out. “Smell like golems now... stinky like us!”

Avery’s screams grew frantic as the muck seeped deeper, merging beneath her spandex suit into a degrading, suffocating latex layer that clung to her skin. “It’s... it’s crawling inside! Get it off!” she wailed, her movements jerky and frantic, her mind overwhelmed by the stench that seemed to claw at her sanity. Her helmet visor fogged up, the rancid muck flooding her senses, drowning her in a vile, suffocating darkness.

As the muck under his suit tightened around him like a grotesque, living shroud, Everest thrashed beside her in a loud shrill and panic. “It’s in my eyes! I can’t... I can’t think!” he let out frantic, high-pitched cries as the putrid stench invaded his mind. The muck pulsed beneath his heroic suit, transforming into a tight, degrading latex layer that burned his skin and warped his thoughts into a twisted frenzy of madness.

The other Rangers stared in shock, their eyes wide with horror at the sight of their friends’ transformation. The muck had completely overtaken Everest and Avery, spreading beneath their spandex suits and helmets, consuming them from within. It clung to them like a second skin, hidden but unmistakable, infusing them with the combined whiff of every vile golem body part—sweat, rot, decay—all mingling into a single, overpowering odor that obliterated their minds.

Everest’s eyes widened in shock as he felt the muck squirm beneath his suit, tightening around his chest and legs like a vice. “It’s under my suit… squeezing me!” he yelled while clawing at his spandex. “It’s their stench… it’s in my skin! I can’t… I can’t get away!” The foul muck invaded every part of him, slithering beneath his spandex to form a layer of suffocating latex that clung to his body, amplifying the stink of the golems with every breath he took. “I can smell… their armpits… their feet... it’s all over me! It’s like… like I’m licking them!”

Avery’s face twisted in horror as the vile sludge flooded her helmet, covering her skin with a suffocating, pungent latex that reeked of every foul part of the golems’ bodies. “It’s making me feel… it’s making me feel like I’m slurping their sweat!” she shrieked, her hands desperately clawing at her suit, trying to escape the vile grip of the muck that consumed her. “I can taste their bodies… it’s like their pits, their breath... it’s all over me inside!” Avery’s eyes filled with tears as the degrading latex tightened around her, squeezing her tighter with every movement, forcing her to feel the revolting touch of the muck against her skin.

The more they struggled, the more the latex tightened, the fetid smell of the golems intensifying until it was all they could think of. Every breath filled their lungs with the sickening smell of the golems’ rotting bodies—the greasy, sour reek of armpits, the rank odor of their breath, and the nauseating stench of their sweat-soaked skin. Everest’s voice cracked as he thrashed, his mind reeling under the suffocating weight of the whiff. “It’s like... I’m licking their sweat... I can feel it on my tongue! I can’t... I can’t stop it!”

The golems watched with twisted delight, their pig-like grins wide as they reveled in the Rangers’ suffering. “Rangers like our stink... feel good in it!” one of the golems sneered, stomping closer as it watched Everest and Avery writhing in the muck. “Lick it up... stink slaves!”

Another golem grunted in satisfaction, its snout twitching with glee. “They smell good now... their minds stink like ours! Little Rangers want to taste us!”

“Everest! Avery! Fight it!” Micah shouted in utter desperation as he tried to crawl toward his sword. But the overwhelming sight of his friends writhing in the muck left him shaken. “We can’t let this happen! We can’t lose them!”

Leah’s voice cracked as she reached for her lance, her movements slow and pained. “We have to help them! They’re... they’re losing their minds!” she cried, but every step felt like wading through a nightmare as the muck-coated forms of Everest and Avery continued to convulse in agony.

Sensing their dominance, the golems stomped their massive feet, sending ripples of destruction through the crumbling stadium. With each step, the ground cracked and split, the field breaking apart into a gigantic, jagged chasm that yawned wide, swallowing everything in its path.

Everest and Avery, still thrashing against the muck that covered them, were thrown into the widening chasm, their bodies flailing as they tumbled into the dark void below. Everest’s screams echoed, filled with the shame and horror of his new, stinking reality. “They’ve... they’ve made me theirs!” he boomed in an animalistic howl as the muck continued seeping into every part of him, the smell of the golems embedded in his soul.

Avery fell beside him, her body convulsing in the clutches of the suffocating latex. “It’s eating my mind! I’m... I’m theirs now!” she screamed, her words garbled as the rancid miasma overtook her senses completely. The foul, humiliating touch of the muck beneath her suit tightened, sealing her fate as she tumbled deeper into the darkness.

Micah tumbled after them, his body battered by the collapsing ground, but his eyes never left the sight of his fallen friends. “No! You bastards, what did you do to them?!” he roared, full of fury even as the chasm swallowed him.

Leah screamed as she lost her footing, her eyes wide with horror. “They were… they were our friends!” she yelled, raw and pained as she too was pulled into the abyss, her final sight that of the writhing forms of Everest and Avery.

Yen was the last to fall, her face twisted in an expression of rage and terror. “I’ll kill you! I’ll rip you apart!” She bellowed, but her defiance was lost as the ground crumbled beneath her, sending her tumbling into the darkness with the others.

The golems stood at the chasm's edge, their pig-faced grins widening as they watched the Rangers disappear into the pit. “You stink now! Our little Rangers forever!” one golem bellowed, stomping its feet in triumph.

***

The Rangers tumbled into the chasm, crashing onto the rubble-strewn ground far below. The air was thick with dust and the reek of the golems’ lingering filth, choking their lungs and clinging to their suits like a suffocating shroud. Micah, Leah, and Yen struggled to rise, dazed and battered by the fall, their bodies aching and their minds reeling. They looked around the crumbled ruins of what was previously solid ground, their eyes darting frantically as they tried to locate each other amid the chaos.

Micah pushed himself up, coughing and blinking through the haze. He spotted Leah staggering to her feet, her helmet cracked, and Yen leaning against a broken slab of concrete, clutching her side in pain. “Leah! Yen!” Micah called in rough and strained manner. “We’ve got to regroup… we have to find the others.”

Yen wiped her visor, her breathing ragged. “Where… where are Everest and Avery?” she rasped, glancing around in desperation. Her heart pounded with dread, knowing what had become of them above. “They fell with us… we have to find them.”

The three Rangers moved through the wreckage, stumbling over broken stone and twisted metal. As they navigated the ruins, they finally saw them—Everest and Avery, lying in the debris, their bodies twitching inside their suits. But it was worse than they had imagined. The muck from the golems had spread beneath their spandex, forming tight, glossy latex cocoons that hugged every inch of their bodies, glistening sickly beneath the fabric. The smell was overpowering, the air thick with the vile mix of the golems’ body parts—the sour reek of sweat, the rotten breath stench, the greasy musk of unwashed skin.

Micah’s stomach churned at the sight, but he forced himself forward, kneeling beside Everest, whose face was barely visible through the muck-covered visor. “Everest! Hang on!” Micah shouted, gripping the edge of Everest’s helmet, trying to pry it open. “We’re going to get you out of this!”

Leah joined him, grabbing at the latex that covered Avery’s face, pulling desperately at the slick, choking material. “We’ll rip this off, Avery! We’ve got you!” Leah yelled fearfully and urgently. But the latex clung stubbornly, refusing to peel away, sticking to their gasping faces like a second skin. Each pull only seemed to tighten it further, and the vile miasma that wafted from the latex was a direct assault on their senses.

Everest’s eyes were wild beneath the glossy sheen, his breathing labored as the suffocating cocoon squeezed tighter, pressing the vile smell of the golems directly into his mind. “It’s… it’s making me think like them!” Everest wailed with manic, screeching tones. “All I can smell is their pits… their feet… I want to—oh god, I can’t stop thinking about licking it!”

Avery thrashed against the latex cocoon, her helmet fogging up as she struggled to breathe through the putrid stench. “I’m drowning in it! It’s like I can taste them... I can’t make it stop!” she screamed, her body convulsing as the revolting mix of golem sweat, grime, and rot flooded her senses. “I want it… it’s like it’s making me crave it!”

Yen pulled back, her hands trembling, her visor fogging with the invasive, suffocating smell that wafted from her friends’ cocoons. “This isn’t just smell… it’s eating into them, brainwashing them!" As she staggered away, Yen shouted in horror, clawing at her suit. “We’re just making it worse… I can feel it in my head too!”

Micah and Leah stumbled back, their eyes wide with horror as the overwhelming smell spread from Everest and Avery’s latex suits. The noxious, degrading stench clawed at their minds, filling their senses with the humiliating, vile essence of the golems. They staggered, pulling at their helmets and suits in a frenzy as the sickening urge to slurp, lick, and taste the filth invaded their thoughts.

“We can’t… we have to… get it off!” Micah yelled, but as the smell of the golems began to take hold in his mind, his own growing panic drowned out what he was saying. His hands clawed at his helmet, his body twisting in revulsion as every breath brought the vile odor deeper into his thoughts.

Leah fell to her knees, her body shuddering as the invasive stink clouded her mind. “I’m… I’m going mad! It’s in me too… I can feel it inside!” she shrieked, her hands gripping her helmet as if trying to rip the very air out of her lungs.

Suddenly, Everest and Avery’s movements shifted. They stopped thrashing and stood, their eyes glazed over, faces twisted into eerie, hollow smiles. They looked at each other, then at the other Rangers, their latex cocoons gleaming beneath their spandex suits as they stepped forward in unison.

Micah’s heart sank as Everest and Avery’s hands rose. Their voices were chillingly calm despite the manic light in their eyes. “Power Blaster, assemble!” Everest and Avery called out, their voices resonating through the chasm with an eerie, unnatural force.

"NOOO!!!"