Toy Master's Strings of Fate (Patreon)

Follow Hiroto, the last Go-Onger, navigating the eerie toy factory. It's a labyrinth of shadows where puppets dance following their master’s strings and even the strongest spandex heroes fall. Will Hiroto break free, or become just another toy on the factory's line?

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In the confined darkness of their respective lockers, the severed heads of the Go-Onger heroes were enveloped in an overwhelming sense of despair. The realization dawned upon them—there was no escape, no freedom from the grim fate that awaited them in this eldritch toy factory shack. They were trapped, lost in a nightmarish existence that seemed to stretch into eternity.

Sosuke's voice, once filled with courage, now echoed with a heavy weight of regret. "Where... where are we? Is this the end? Did our battles lead us to this horrifying conclusion?"

Gunpei, his cries tinged with hopelessness, added his two cents. "We used to be all about justice. Now? We're just leftovers. What's the point in being trapped in this crazy place?"

Renn's voice, once full of courage, wavered in the dark. "I can't even see a thing here. Feels like we're lost in some weird void. Did all our wins just bring us here? This is messed up."

Hanto, the acrobat turned silent observer, gasped with sudden realization. "Our epic showdowns, our triumphs—were they just for nothing? Did we only set ourselves up for this crazy destiny?"

Miu, her once-heroic spirit now shattered, added to the chorus of despair. "Our victories turned to ash….”

As the severed heads grappled with their grim fate, the eldritch vibe of the toy factory shack weighed down on them. The air was thick with regret, and the weight of their past battles felt like a ton of bricks. The memories of their victories now seemed like distant illusions, replaced by the harsh reality of being eternally stuck.

In the stifling darkness of their confined lockers, each severed head of the Go-Ongers couldn't escape the haunting memories of past victories now turned bitter. Gurimbatto, the eldritch monster, reveled in their despair, and each hero faced the harsh reality of their once-celebrated triumphs.

Sosuke, recalling a battle of epic proportions, couldn't help but mock his former confidence. "Remember when I thought I could take on that giant Barbaric Dohma with just my Engine Soul? Yeah, real genius move, right? Now, look where it got us!"

Gunpei, reminiscing about a close call, added his own self-deprecating commentary. "Dodging that explosion during our showdown with Kegalesia? Pretty smooth back then, huh? But now, it just feels like a dumb move in the grand scheme of things."

Renn, who had once faced a fearsome opponent, couldn't escape the irony of his past bravado. "Taking on that Savage Water Barbaric Machine Beast like I was invincible. Talk about overconfidence! Now, all I've got is regret."

Hanto, recalling acrobatic feats, now faced the consequences of his past showmanship. "Backflips, somersaults, and daring stunts against those YogoZunos. I was the king of cool, or so I thought. Look at us now—trapped and powerless."

Saki, who had faced perilous situations before, couldn't help but scoff at her past bravado. "Defeating those Ugatz and emerging unscathed. I used to think I was invincible. Now, we're just a bunch of heads in lockers. Real heroic, huh?"

Miu, reflecting on her battles as Go-On Silver, couldn't escape the irony of her past victories. "Launching those insane attacks against the Gaiark. I thought I was untouchable. Now? I'm just pieces of a broken hero."

As Gurimbatto continued to assemble his grotesque army of minions from the discarded limbs of the Go-Ongers, the heroes faced not only the physical torment but the weight of their own regret. Each victory that had once been a source of pride now mocked them, a bitter reminder of their journey to this nightmarish fate.

In the grim confines of the eldritch toy factory shack, the lockers housing the severed heads of the Go-Ongers now bore colors matching each individual Ranger, a cruel symbolism of their downfall. As they lamented and even mocked their past experiences as heroes, the resonance of regret echoed through the confined space.

Sosuke's locker, painted in bold red hues, seemed to pulsate with the weight of his former leadership. "Red was supposed to symbolize strength and leadership. Look at us now—just disembodied heads in a crimson cage. Real heroic, huh?"

Gunpei's locker, adorned with shades of navy and black, exuded a somber energy. "Black and navy used to be all about stealth and mystery. Now? It's just a dark reminder of our past missteps. We're prisoners in our own color scheme."

Renn's locker, donned in vibrant green, felt like a mockery of nature's vitality. "Green was supposed to be the color of growth and life. Now, it's just a sick joke as we face an eternity of regret."

Hanto's locker, adorned with energetic shades of yellow, seemed to taunt the loss of his acrobatic prowess. "Yellow was supposed to be the color of energy and excitement. Now, it's just a fading echo of a time when we thought we could defy gravity."

Saki's locker, saturated in bright yellow, mocked her past bravery. "Yellow was supposed to be the symbol of courage. Look at us now, courage turned to despair, trapped in a yellow prison of our own making."

Miu's locker, adorned with shades of silver, seemed to gleam with a cruel irony. "Silver used to signify strength and resilience. Now, it's just a metallic reminder of our shattered heroism."

As the lockers pulsed with the colors of their respective Rangers, the Go-Ongers continued their self-inflicted lamentations. Little did they know that in another part of the twisted toy factory, Hiroto, the Go-On Gold, was navigating through a psychedelic tunnel of turning spirals.

Just in time, Hiroto narrowly escaped a jack-in-the-box monster before a heavy door slammed shut behind him. The force sent him tumbling into another cylindrical sliding tunnel, leading him straight back into the ominous Rubik's cube room. Groaning and disoriented, Hiroto attempted to contact Miu or any other Go-Onger through his communicator, but the airwaves remained silent. Unbeknownst to him, he was now the last Ranger standing. “Go-Ongers, are you there? Where are you, guys? Being a lone wolf turns out to be a bad idea, especially in a place like this!”

Hiroto stumbled into the ominous Rubik's cube room once again. The colored cubes seemed to mock him as he groaned, trying to regain his bearings. The muffled screams and panicked dialogue from the lockers containing the severed heads of his fellow Rangers reached his ears, but in his dazed state, Hiroto remained oblivious to their desperate pleas.

As he limped past the lockers, his friends called out in agony. "Gold, help us!" pleaded Sosuke, his voice a mixture of desperation and regret. "We're trapped in this horror!"

Gunpei's voice followed, "Don't leave us behind, Hiroto! We need you!" Each cry from the lockers was a grim reminder of the dire situation his teammates faced.

Yet, Hiroto couldn’t hear them. The locker cabinet walls muffled their pleas. Saki cried as a severed head of a powerless Go-On Yellow heroine as she could see Hiroto passing them by through the small slit window of her locker cage. “No, No, please come back! Help us!”

Unbeknownst to him, the room ahead harbored another trap, one set by the sadistic Gurimbatto. Hiroto rushed to the spinning candy corridor and left the rest of the Go-Ongers in utter shock. No one could help them.

***

In the gaudy Go-Onger themed room, Hiroto, exhausted and sweaty, found himself confronted by the malicious labyrinth. The twisted corridor seemed to mock his very existence as the booming voice of Gurimbatto echoed, taunting him with the impending doom that awaited. Gurimbatto reveled in the sadistic pleasure of watching the Go-On Gold struggle in this diabolical stage of the toy factory.

"Ah, Go-On Gold, you've reached a pivotal moment," Gurimbatto's voice sneered. "But, my dear hero, your journey ends here. Solve these puzzles swiftly, or face the crushing embrace of the walls."

With determination burning in his eyes, Hiroto dared to challenge the malevolent entity. "I won't be defeated so easily. Just watch me, Gurimbatto!"

Gurimbatto chuckled, his laughter reverberating through the walls. "Oh, such bravado. We shall see how well you fare. Solve the puzzles in five minutes, or enjoy becoming one with my glorious toy factory forever."

As the holographic timer flickered to life, counting down ominously on the walls, Hiroto wasted no time. The corridor stretched before him like a twisted maze, and he sprinted through the room with superhuman speed, scanning for the scattered components required to solve the three toy puzzles. The disorienting atmosphere played tricks on his senses, but Hiroto's acute instincts guided him through the chaos.

The first puzzle components resembled miniature Engine Souls, scattered across the room. Hiroto snatched them up with urgency, his hands moving swiftly as he worked to assemble the intricate pieces. Gurimbatto's voice echoed in the chamber, providing a disconcerting soundtrack to Hiroto's frantic efforts.

"Time is ticking, Go-On Gold. Do you really think you can outpace the inevitable?"

Hiroto, panting and determined, shot back, "I'll outpace anything you throw at me, Gurimbatto. You won't break my spirit!"

The walls began to close in, a visual representation of the impending danger. The holographic timer displayed the dwindling minutes, intensifying the sense of urgency. Hiroto, sweat streaming down his face, moved to the second puzzle component: a set of Gear Tri-Fusion Gearboxes.

The labyrinth seemed to play tricks on him as the gears interlocked in complex patterns. Gurimbatto's voice continued to mock him. "Faster, Go-On Gold! Can't you feel the walls closing in? Time is slipping away!"

Undeterred, Hiroto gritted his teeth, assembling the Gear Tri-Fusion Gearboxes with unwavering focus. With each completed puzzle, the walls momentarily ceased their advance, only to resume as the holographic timer relentlessly ticked down.

As Hiroto approached the third puzzle, the components resembled Engine Cell Chrono-Timers. The labyrinth seemed to tighten its grip, echoing Gurimbatto's sadistic laughter. "Your time is running out, hero. Soon, you'll be nothing but a memory."

As Hiroto sprinted through the labyrinth, his boots suddenly became ensnared by a trap sprung by Gurimbatto. Giant bubblegum balls emerged from the walls, wrapping around his feet with a sticky resilience, effectively disabling his superhuman speed. Panic surged through Hiroto as he struggled against the gooey entanglement, but the more he fought, the more ensnared he became.

Gurimbatto's voice echoed through the chamber, filled with sadistic glee. "Ah, Go-On Gold, did you really think escaping my clutches would be so simple? Enjoy your slow demise."

The holographic timer continued its merciless countdown, each second ticking away as Hiroto desperately tried to free himself from the sticky trap. The labyrinth walls, now closing in relentlessly, presented a formidable challenge as Hiroto could no longer rely on his incredible speed.

"Come on, come on!" Hiroto's panicked voice resonated through the chamber. "I can't let this be the end!"

But the bubblegum balls tightened their grip, encasing his boots in a sticky prison. Hiroto's breath quickened, his movements becoming sluggish as the walls closed in. Gurimbatto's taunts fueled his desperation.

"Your speed won't save you now, Go-On Gold," Gurimbatto taunted, reveling in the hero's predicament.

As the walls closed in, Hiroto felt the crushing pressure intensify. The gooey bubblegum balls clung tighter to his boots, rendering him completely immobilized. His agonizing cries filled the chamber, a symphony of pain that seemed to amuse Gurimbatto.

"No, no! This can't be how it ends!" Hiroto's panicked pleas echoed off the walls.

"Such sweet music, the melody of your doom," Gurimbatto chuckled. "Embrace the inevitable, Go-On Gold. Become one with my toy factory."

In the flashy Go-Onger-themed room, the walls closed in fast, ready to squash Hiroto like a bug in this twisted toy factory nightmare. Gurimbatto's creepy laughter echoed, blending with the terrified screams of Hiroto's teammates—Renn, Gunpei, Hanto, Sosuke, Saki, and even Miu—all pleading for a miracle.

Amidst the chaos, Hiroto's mind raced, seeking an escape plan. He gritted his teeth, focusing on the speed-tech in his tire-themed boots. "Come on, boots! Don't fail me now!" he muttered.

The boots whirred to life, creating a friction force against the gooey bubblegum trap.

Despite the pressure, Hiroto kept pushing, fueled by the frenzied cacophony. "I won't let you win! Not today!" he grunted, his boots whirling faster against the gum's hold.

In the midst of this life-or-death struggle, the individual pleas of his friends intensified. "Hiroto, save us!" Renn's voice begged. "We can't bear it any longer!" Gunpei added in a panicked tone. Hanto, Sosuke, and Saki echoed desperate cries for help, their words merging into a symphony of fear.

Gurimbatto laughed, relishing their torment. "Struggle all you want, Go-Ongers! Your doom is inevitable!"

With one last burst of effort, Hiroto broke free from the gooey grip. Crawling between the narrowing walls, he could still hear the fading cries of his friends. "Hang in there, guys! I won't let you down!"

Bruised and breathless, Hiroto pressed on, determined to prove Gurimbatto wrong. The labyrinth awaited him, and the relentless game continued. "This isn't over," he muttered, ready to face the next sinister challenge within the twisted toy factory dimension.

***

Hiroto found himself in a corridor adorned with deformed Engine Soul-themed decorations, unsure of the malevolent twists awaiting him. Suddenly, three grotesque figures emerged from the shadows, each a nightmarish amalgamation of different Go-Onger members. Renn's icy blue, Hanto's leafy green, Gunpei's shadowy black, and Sosuke's fiery red fused together into menacing entities.

In their misshapen hands, they wielded twisted versions of the Go-Onger weapons—Junction Rifle, Road Saber, and Kankan Mantan Gun. The Road Saber sported blades resembling street markings, while the Kankan Mantan Gun combined the Kankanbar and Mantan Gun in a horrifying union.

Without warning, the nightmarish trio attacked Hiroto relentlessly, swinging and unleashing energy blasts from their grotesque weapons. Hiroto, fueled by instinct and survival, showcased an impressive display of acrobatic prowess. Cartwheeling, flipping, leaping, and dodging, he avoided the deadly strikes, his movements a desperate dance of evasion.

Despite his agility, a stray energy blast grazed Hiroto's shoulder, sending him tumbling backward. He landed on a massive Go-On Yellow balloon, wincing in pain. Seeking refuge behind the inflated monstrosity, Hiroto underestimated the evil trio's ruthlessness.

The combined figure aimed the Junction Rifle at the colossal balloon, unleashing a destructive blast that caused it to burst violently. The explosion flung Hiroto against the wall, leaving him sprawled on the floor, disoriented and vulnerable.

As Hiroto struggled to regain his composure, the mocking voices of the twisted combination figure echoed through the corridor. "Nice try, Go-On Gold! But you can't dance forever. Your fate is sealed, just like your friends'. We are the culmination of your failures!"

Hiroto, bruised and battered, glared defiantly at his tormentors. "You won't break me. I'll fight until the end!"

The grotesque figures cackled in unison, their voices a nightmarish blend of Renn, Hanto, Gunpei, Sosuke, and the cruel laughter of Gurimbatto. "Oh, we love a good challenge! Let's see how long that defiance lasts."

The twisted amalgamation of Renn, Hanto, Gunpei, and Sosuke, the malevolent trio formed from their grotesque combination, reveled in their sadistic assault on Hiroto. The distorted echoes of the Go-Onger weapons reverberated through the evil corridor, a nightmarish symphony of torment that sought to shatter the hero's will.

"Go-On Gold, you thought you were invincible, didn't you?" mocked the trio in a chilling chorus, their voices a distorted blend of the fallen Rangers. "Let's see how long that bravado lasts!"

With relentless precision, they unleashed a relentless barrage of energy blasts, each strike accompanied by the agonized screams of Hiroto. The once-mighty Go-On Gold found himself helpless against the onslaught, his weapons reduced to fragments, and his suit smoldering from the malevolent energy.

"Your flashy heroics won't save you now," jeered the distorted voice of Sosuke. "You're just a puppet in our sick game!"

As the Road Saber slashed across Hiroto's chest, he was sent hurtling towards a massive Go-Onge balloon, his body bouncing helplessly in a grotesque ballet of suffering. The trio, their laughter a cacophony of sadistic glee, reveled in his torment.

"Look at him, a pitiful plaything," sneered the amalgamation, the voice shifting between the fallen Rangers. "How does it feel to be utterly powerless?"

With each collision against the balloon and subsequent explosion, Hiroto's strength waned. The once-graceful acrobatics were replaced by desperate, flailing movements as he struggled to endure the relentless punishment. The combination figure, fueled by malevolence, orchestrated the torment with ruthless precision.

"Give up, Go-On Gold!" urged the twisted chorus, a haunting blend of the Rangers' voices. "You're nothing but a broken toy now!"

Defiance lingered in Hiroto's eyes, but the ceaseless torment gnawed at his resolve. The trio, unsatisfied with the mere physical destruction, sought to break his spirit. Each burst of laughter from the amalgamation echoed through the corridor, emphasizing the degradation of the once-indomitable hero.

As Hiroto's suit smoldered and his body writhed in pain, the trio prepared for the final act. The pummeling shots intensified, sending him crashing into the giant balloons once more. The impact and subsequent explosion created a spectacle of despair, a cruel reminder of his helplessness.

"Beg, Go-On Gold. Beg for mercy!" taunted the amalgamation, the mocking laughter intertwining with the echoes of Hiroto's suffering. "You can't escape the fate we've crafted for you!"

Defeated and broken, Hiroto's voice trembled as he finally succumbed to the torment. "Please, no more... Mercy."

The explosion of the giant Go-Onge balloons revealed the sinister core of the room—walls adorned with numerous framed mirrors. A haunting aura emanated from each reflective surface, and as Hiroto, the Go-On Gold, gazed upon them, an unsettling feeling crawled beneath his skin.

The mirrors, no longer containing reflections of reality, unleashed beams of malevolent energy that engulfed Hiroto in searing flames of torment. The flames, though ethereal, inflicted real pain, each lick of fire burning through his body and scorching his senses.

His reflection in each mirror portrayed a different facet of suffering—agonized cries, desperate pleas for help, and twisted contortions of his heroic form. The mirrored versions of himself pounded against the unbreakable glass, their voices a cacophony of torment that reverberated through the room.

"Help me! Please, somebody help!" screamed one reflection, its fists futilely striking against the mirror.

In the mirror to his left, Hiroto witnessed a nightmarish version of himself, strapped to a colossal gearwheel constructed from dismembered toy limbs. The mirrored cries of agony mixed with the unsettling mechanical sounds as the grotesque, fleshy wheel consumed his body. "Cease this mechanical nightmare! Someone, make it stop!" pleaded the tormented image, its voice a grotesque blend of anguish and desperation.

On the opposite side, another reflection portrayed Hiroto surrounded by an eldritch darkness that morphed into mischievous jack-in-the-box toys with malevolent grins. These toy entities sprang forward, their cackles echoing as they tormented him. "No escape... I'm being toyed with!" gasped the mirrored hero, the eldritch toys dismantling him piece by piece.

The mirror directly in front revealed a vision of Hiroto ensnared in thorny vines, each tendril pulsating with an otherworldly energy, now adorned with malevolent toy figures. The vines, adorned with wicked miniature toys, constricted around his limbs, penetrating his flesh with eldritch tendrils shaped like tiny robotic arms. "It hurts... Release me from this twisted toy grasp!" cried the mirrored Hiroto, the eldritch pain etched across his face mirroring the real hero's torment.

As Hiroto's gaze shifted, the mirrors on either side showcased variations of his suffering, each delving further into the eldritch horrors. One reflected him trapped within a swirling vortex of searing heat, the flames now transformed into fiendish toy soldiers that danced around him. "Why won't it end? Please, free me from this infernal toy parade!" begged the agonized hero, his skin now burning with eldritch glyphs.

On the adjacent mirror, Hiroto saw an underwater abyss transformed into a churning void of eldritch darkness, his mirrored self drowning with tendrils of shadow reaching out to drag him into the abyss, now populated by malevolent toy sea creatures. "I can't breathe, I can't see... Help!" cried the submerged reflection, the eldritch void echoing with the sounds of distorted gasps.

Each mirror revealed a different facet of eldritch horror within the toy factory theme, and Hiroto, suspended in the nightmarish web of strings, couldn't escape the relentless onslaught of his own eldritch nightmares.

In the suffocating grip of malevolent strings, Hiroto found himself at the mercy of the eldritch toy factory's wicked design. The once-indomitable hero gasped for breath as the spectral threads wound themselves around him, his mirrored selves bound in a macabre dance of torment. Their mirrored reflections pleaded and screamed in unison, their voices coalescing into a haunting chorus of despair that reverberated through the eerie room.

"Damn it! Let me go!" Hiroto's struggle against the sinister strings echoed through the twisted labyrinth. Yet, his defiance was met with a sinister delight as Gurimbatto seized the moment to taunt him.

"Oh, what's this, Hiroto? A wish? How delightful!" Gurimbatto's mocking laughter mingled with the hero's desperate pleas.

"Anything... Please, just make it stop! Bring Miu here!" In the throes of despair, Hiroto's anguished wish hung heavy in the air. The labyrinth responded, a rumble was heard. Discarded different limbs of Go-On Silver were dragged into the room by an unseen force. With an eerie jittery motion, each part reassembled themselves to form a complete figure of Miu. The last part was her helmetless head with her living face still in shock. “Hiroto, what’s happening?!”

“You’re here! You’re the only one who can-”

But Hiroto’s words were cut short when more mirrors shot out strings at Miu. The heroine shrieked in terror as she too was put on a spread-eagle position and lifted off the floor. Then, an agonizing transformation began. “Hiroto, help!” cried out Go-On Silver in dread.

The spandex-clad limbs of Hiroto and Miu gradually morphed into plastic string puppets, the once-heroic material replaced by the lifeless rigidity of plastic. With each passing moment, the Go-On Wings duo could feel the entirety of their transformation, limbs turning stiff and lifeless, their very essence being drained away.

"Hiroto, no! What is this?!" Miu's shocked voice cut through the eldritch silence, but there was no escape.

"I thought... I thought I could save us." Hiroto's regret-laden words were now tinged with the surreal sensation of his body turning into an inanimate puppet. The plastic strings entwined around them, suspending them in the room as the final grotesque decoration.

Amidst the chilling symphony, the voices of other trapped Go-Onger heroes joined the chorus.

"Why did we play heroes?!" Renn's despairing cry resonated through the cursed space.

"My life can’t end like this!" Saki's frenzied voice clashed with the grim reality.

"Someone, please... help us!" Gunpei's desperate plea echoed in the void, unanswered.

“Don’t let the Go-Onger story end like this!” shouted the despairing Sosuke.

In the labyrinth, the walls absorbed the agonized voices of the fallen heroes with their regrets woven into a haunting tale. The slow and agonizing transformation of Hiroto and Miu into plastic string puppets was soon complete and each passing moment was marked by the macabre sensation of their bodies being turned into lifeless dolls, suspended from the malevolent strings. The labyrinth reverberated with their collective anguish.

"I don't want to be trapped like this!" Hanto's panicked words lingered, trapped in the eternal depths of the eldritch toy factory like his color-coded friends in their skintight suits. All of them became a new toy line for the evil powers.