Crushing Shadows: DekaRangers' Battle against the Inescapable! (Patreon)

In the second chapter of the Hades House Dekaranger Peril series, witness DekaRed, Blue, and DekaBright as they grapple with the asphyxiating power of evil rooms. The walls close in, threatening to crush them beneath the weight of despair. Can they break free from this relentless squeeze, or will they become mere echoes in the suffocating silence?

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The walls! The walls!

The hunger-driven corridor of the infected Dekabase tightened its grip on DekaBlue, responding to every futile struggle with a cruel embrace. Sharp protrusions sprouted from the walls, piercing his spandex-clad suit and anchoring him in place. The relentless pressure threatened to crush him, and each gasp for air became more labored as the corridor seemed to revel in his torment.

DekaRed, Banban "Ban" Akaza, and DekaBright, Lisa Teegel, witnessed the unfolding nightmare. Their teammate, Hoji Tomasu, was trapped in the shifting and inescapable grasp of the corridor, his once-confident demeanor replaced by a look of sheer panic. Ban's disbelief mirrored the horror etched on DekaBright's face as they frantically attempted to break down the block wall that now separated them from their comrade.

The atmosphere within the corridor echoed with the sounds of torment. Sharp edges of the protrusions gnashed against Hoji's suit, tearing at the fabric while anchoring spikes sought to immobilize him further. Desperation fueled his struggles, but the corridor responded with an eerie sentience, tightening its hold in strategic intervals.

"Ban! Lisa! Help!" Hoji's voice trembled with amalgamated fear and desperation. He strained against the unyielding walls, the realization of his inescapable predicament sinking in. "It's squeezing the life out of me!"

DekaRed slammed his fists against the block wall, frustration mounting with every failed attempt to breach the barrier. "Hold on, Hoji! We're getting you out of there!" His voice strained with resolve, yet a twinge of uncertainty lingered beneath the surface.

DekaBright, her analytical mind racing, scanned the corridor for any sign of weakness. "We need to find a way to disrupt the corridor's response mechanism. Ban, we must act quickly!"

As Ban continued to batter the block wall, the shifting corridor seemed to tighten its grip in response to Hoji's escalating struggles. The spandex-clad hero's breaths became shallow gasps, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as the corridor threatened to crush him.

In the confined space, DekaRed's eyes met Hoji's, a silent promise of rescue amidst the chaos. "Hang in there, Hoji! We won't let you become a victim of this nightmare!"

Yet, with every passing moment, the Hunger-Driven Corridor intensified its torment. Hoji's voice wavered between cries for help and desperate gasps for air. The walls, now stained with his suit's torn remnants, seemed to pulse with a predatory rhythm.

As DekaRed and DekaBright fought against the unyielding block wall, the shifting corridor claimed its victim. Hoji's struggles ceased, his body now anchored in the merciless grasp of the hungry predator within the confines of Hades House. The corridor's hunger had been satiated with the sacrifice of one of their own.

In his final frenzied moment, Hoji's muffled cries for help echoed through the corridor, a desperate plea lost within the wicked embrace. "No, please! Ban! Lisa! I can't breathe! Help!" The echoes of Hoji's anguish reverberated through the corridor, a haunting testament to the horrors of Hades House.

DekaRed and DekaBright could only watch in sheer horror as their comrade met an unthinkable demise. Ban's eyes widened in shock, and Lisa Teegel, her usually composed demeanor shattered, uttered a gasp of disbelief at the cruel fate that befell Hoji. The shadows seemed to thicken, accentuating the profound loss that resonated through the corridor.

As the evil membrane finished its suffocating embrace, leaving behind the lifeless form of DekaBlue, a sudden shift in the extradimensional horror unfolded. Another room, equally destructive, seized DekaRed. The room's walls contorted and stretched, reaching out with sinister intent. In an instant, the room pulled DekaRed away from DekaBright, separating the two teammates.

DekaRed struggled against the unseen force, his voice echoing through the twisted corridors. "Lisa! Hold on! We'll find a way back to each other!" His words resonated with resolve, though uncertainty lingered in his eyes.

DekaBright's analytical mind raced, searching for a solution amidst the chaos. "There has to be something we can do. Ban, we need to find a way to disrupt this... this nightmare!" Her usually composed demeanor cracked, replaced by urgency and disbelief at the unfolding horror.

The walls of the evil room enveloped DekaRed, trapping him in a confined space that seemed to defy all logical dimensions. The room pulsated with an ominous energy, and the air itself felt charged with malevolence. DekaRed, separated from his teammate and surrounded by the unknown, faced a new layer of horror within the extradimensional labyrinth.

Meanwhile, DekaBright navigated the oppressive corridors, determined to reunite with DekaRed and face the enigma that Hades House presented. The shadows seemed to dance with malicious glee, and the air carried whispers of unknown dangers.

As the walls continued to close in, Banban felt the crushing weight of despair settled over him. His frenzied panicking dialogue reverberated through the shrinking room, a desperate plea for salvation in the face of relentless malevolence.

"No, no, this can't be the end! Someone, please, help!" Banban's voice wavered, the usual confidence replaced by a raw vulnerability as the reality of his predicament sank in. His once steadfast resolve now teetered on the edge of desperation.

The tendril-filled walls seemed to mock his pleas, absorbing his cries and reflecting them back with a haunting echo. "DekaSword, do something! Anything!" Banban's attempts to rally his weapons for a final stand were met with a cold, indifferent resistance. The malevolence of Hades House defied his every effort.

As the spikes threatened to breach the diminishing gaps, Banban's voice escalated into a crescendo of frenzied panic. "I can't breathe! Somebody, please, get me out of here!" His words, tinged with fear and a sense of impending doom, echoed through the corridor, a desperate SOS to anyone who might hear.

The shrinking room intensified Banban's struggle, the once-heroic space now a claustrophobic prison. "Lisa! Anybody! I can't do this alone!" The weight of isolation bore down on him, and the realization that he might face a lonely demise within the heart of Hades House fueled his despair.

In the cruel theater of malevolence, Banban's cries for help seemed swallowed by the shadows, lost within the extradimensional labyrinth. The walls pressed closer, the spikes loomed larger, and DekaRed's dialogue painted a vivid portrait of a hero pushed to the brink, his hope slipping away in the relentless grip of an unimaginable horror.

The room, now a suffocating sarcophagus, tightened its grip on Banban, the once-resolute DekaRed. Sinister spikes punctured through the sides, extracting droplets of his blood that seemed to nourish the encroaching evil constraints. The malevolent laughter echoed in a disembodied chorus, mocking Banban's desperate struggles and heralding his inexorable descent into darkness.

Banban's dialogue, once filled with courage and leadership, devolved into a cacophony of losing hope, despair, and frenzied panic. "Lisa! Anyone! I can't... I can't breathe! Help!" His once-commanding voice wavered, choked by the tightening constraints that harvested his life essence for the insidious forces at play.

The metallic sheen of his heroic suit now bore the crimson stain of sacrifice, each drop of blood a testament to the toll exacted by the malevolence. The spikes, like cruel sentinels, reveled in the hero's vulnerability, extracting vitality with each merciless puncture. Banban's cries for help became increasingly desperate, the walls closing in as his spirit crumbled within the cocoon of doom.

As another tight membrane enveloped his helmeted form, Banban's gasps for air transformed into anguished pleas. "Lisa! Where are you? I can't... I can't do this alone!" His leadership spirit and courage, once unyielding, faltered in the face of an unimaginable fate. The room, now a harvest of despair, claimed the very essence of heroism within its suffocating grasp.

The destructive noise of laughter intensified as the membrane deflated, becoming a suffocating shroud that clung to Banban's spandex-clad body. The hero's attempts to reach DekaBright for help were drowned out by the echoes of his own desperation. The shadows of Hades House reveled in the grotesque spectacle, the once-mighty DekaRed reduced to a captive prey within the clutches of an extradimensional horror.

Shock and agony gripped Banban as the realization of failure sunk in, a grim acknowledgment that he would soon be consumed by the malevolence of Hades House. The sinister spikes, relentless in their pursuit, pierced deeper, harvesting more of his life essence. Banban's voice, once resolute, now quivered with a mixture of desperation and resignation.

"No, this can't be happening! I can't... I can't fail like this!" Banban's anguished words reverberated within the tightening cocoon of doom. The malevolence of Hades House seemed to feed on his vulnerability, delighting in the hero's unraveling. His face, concealed within the helmet, became a canvas of shock and horror, mirroring the grotesque dance of hellish evils.

The shapeless evil laughter echoed in the suffocating silence, a cruel soundtrack to Banban's descent into despair. "Lisa, I'm sorry... I tried. I tried so hard." His depleted strength betrayed him, and the delight in the abysmal storm of gut-wrenching noises intensified. The metallic sheen of his heroic suit bore witness to the toll exacted by the insidious forces, and the malevolence feasted on the essence of Banban's heroism.

In the tightening cocoon of doom, Banban's dialogue became a haunting lament, a poignant reflection of a hero facing his inevitable demise. The shadows, indifferent to the hero's plight, danced with a perverse glee at the culmination of his despair. "I wanted to save them, to save everyone," he whispered, the echoes of his words swallowed by the abysmal storm of gut-wrenching noises.

The stark realization hit Banban like a cold wave – Hades House now owned him as a sacrifice. Horror gripped him, the very essence of this twisted fate standing against everything heroic he stood for. Frenzied panic crept into his dialogue, a desperate attempt to break free from the suffocating clutches of the tight cocoon trap that restrained him, the piercing spikes inside adding to his torment.

"No, this can't be it! I can't be a sacrifice... not like this!" Banban's voice, once filled with steely spirit, now echoed through the corridors in a haunting plea. The malignant forces reveled in the hero's desperation, the walls of the cocoon trapping him, amplifying his vulnerability. Each piercing spike inside the cocoon seemed to mock his struggle, a cruel reminder of the impending sacrifice.

The metallic sheen of his heroic suit now bore witness to a hero in the throes of captivity. The shadows cast by Hades House celebrated their triumph, as Banban, the once indomitable DekaRed, grappled with the horror of becoming a pawn in an insidious game. The malevolence feasted on the turmoil within him, relishing the breaking of a spirit that had stood strong against countless adversaries.

Banban's dialogue, frenzied and panicking, painted a vivid picture of a hero pushed to the brink. "I can't let this be the end. I won't let it!" His restrained condition within the tight cocoon only intensified his struggle, each futile attempt to break free met with the cold resistance of an unforgiving trap.

The cocoon, a sinister echo of DekaBlue's demise, deflated with rancorous intent, subjecting Banban to its utterly tight and airless embrace. Panic surged through him, manifesting in a frenzied struggle against the suffocating grip of the cocoon and the relentless assault of the piercing spikes. The once-commanding voice of DekaRed now screamed in panicked desperation, echoing through the corridors of Hades House.

In the heart of the extradimensional horror, Banban's final moments played out in vivid, grim detail. The metallic sheen of his heroic suit glistened with sweat, a testament to the exertion of a hero fighting against an inescapable fate. The shadows, cast by the malevolence that held him captive, danced with wicked delight as Banban's struggle intensified.

"Lisa! Someone! Help!" Banban's cries reverberated through the tight confines of the cocoon, each plea a desperate attempt to defy the impending darkness. The piercing spikes, like cruel sentinels, continued their relentless assault, draining the life essence from the hero who had valiantly faced adversaries beyond count.

His writhing form, once a symbol of unwavering resolve, now contorted in futile defiance. The cocoon tightened its grip, rendering each struggle more desperate than the last. Banban's dialogue, once a beacon of leadership, now dissolved into a cacophony of frenzied screams. "I won't... I won't let it end like this! Someone, please!"

As the airless embrace of the cocoon pressed tighter, Banban's struggle escalated to a frenetic climax. His heroic form convulsed with each gasp for air, the piercing spikes driving him further into the clutches of an inexorable doom. The echoes of his frantic struggle bounced off the walls, a haunting chorus that served as a testament to the indomitable spirit now succumbing to the malevolence of Hades House.

In his last moments, Banban's struggle transformed into a desperate gurgle, the tight cocoon and piercing spikes choking the life from him. The shadows of Hades House reveled in the spectacle, the once-mighty DekaRed reduced to a victim of an extradimensional horror. The villainous aura claimed their sacrifice and the room fell silent, haunted only by the lingering echoes of a hero's futile defiance.

***

Lisa, the lone Dekabright left in the hungry corridor, found herself engulfed in a maelstrom of heartbreaking screams emanating from her communicator. Each piercing scream tore through her heart, leaving an indelible mark of horror. The gut-wrenching cries of Banban and Hoji, torn apart by the insidious clutches of Hades House, echoed in her ears, each scream a cruel reminder of the horrors unfolding. The hungry corridor seemed to resonate with the agony of her fallen comrades, amplifying the weight of despair.

As if the malevolence weren't satisfied with claiming their lives, the cocoons that cradled the lifeless bodies of DekaRed and Blue unleashed a new wave of torment. Zapping dark energy surged through the lifeless forms, draining them of their Sentai power. The corridors became a stage for an unspeakable transformation, and Lisa, horrified, could do nothing but bear witness to the unfolding nightmare.

To her shock, the black tendrils within the corridor began to coalesce, gradually forming humanoid figures. Dread crept through her veins as she beheld the birth of an evil yet eerily similar copy of her Dekabright form. The Hades House was weaving a mockery, creating rancorous clones that mimicked her very essence. Lisa's breath caught in her throat as she faced the twisted reflection of herself.

The screams of her fallen comrades mingled with her own horrified dialogue. "No, no, this can't be happening! Banban! Hoji!" Her voice wavered with a mixture of grief and disbelief as she witnessed the grotesque transformation before her.

The evil Dekabright, born from the shadows and darkness, spoke with a distorted yet hauntingly familiar voice. "Lisa, the time has come to embrace the hunger within. Your Sentai power is a delectable feast, and Hades House hungers for the primal essence you possess. There is no escape; the grotesque dance of darkness awaits, where your nightmares manifest into a primal nightmare reality."

The words dripped with malevolence, a sinister proclamation that echoed through the corridor, sealing the fate of the last remaining Dekabright.

The cocooned corpses of DekaRed and Blue, now subjected to the zapping dark energy, pulsed with an otherworldly glow. The Sentai power within them was harnessed to create a twisted semblance of life, an abomination wrought by the hellish evils at play. Lisa, gripped by a profound sense of dread, could only watch as the corridors transformed into a nightmarish spectacle.

The evil Dekabright, a mockery of her heroic identity, approached with an unsettling grace. Its form mirrored hers, yet every movement exuded a cruel intent. "Your friends are no more. Accept your fate, for you shall share their destiny." The corridors, once a bastion of heroism, now bore witness to the birth of an evil counterpart.

The last Dekabright standing attempted to muster her courage in the face of overwhelming horror. Ready to retaliate, she swung her legs defiantly, but the black tendrils swiftly overwhelmed her, immobilizing her. Panic set in as she struggled and screamed within the suffocating grip of the cruel tendrils.

To her utmost horror, the evil Dekabright, a grotesque imitation of her heroic self, emerged from the shadows. With a ruthless punch to her gut, the blow pierced her suit, triggering an agonizing pain. Through gritted teeth, Lisa's tormented voice cried out, "No... I won't let you... take me!"

Her eyes widened in the helmet as she involuntarily vomited black goop, a gruesome sight that marked the beginning of her assimilation into the sinister clone. The once-heroic corridor now transformed into a nightmarish scene, blurring the lines between hero and villain.

Amidst the anguished screams, the evil Dekabright, with a voice saturated with ominous intent, declared, "Your life ends here. Embrace the assimilation, for only darkness remains in the end."

The corrupted laughter of the evil Dekabright resonated, intertwining with Lisa's desperate cries. The assimilation progressed with cruel precision, the tendrils tightening their grip and drawing her essence into the violent clone. The hero's journey met a gruesome end in the suffocating clutches of malevolence.

In the heart of the hungry corridor, the transformation reached its peak. Tormented by the relentless pain, Lisa, the true Dekabright, succumbed to overwhelming darkness, her body melding with the evil clone. Her voice echoed through the haunted corridors, a caterwauling of agony and despair, as she desperately fought against the encroaching malevolence.

Within the grotesque fusion of hero and malevolence, Lisa Teegel's assimilated face contorted in perpetual anguish. The once-vibrant eyes that had witnessed countless battles now pleaded for release from the chest of the sinister Dekabright. Her hands, now part of the stomach and sides, futilely attempted to escape the fleshy confines that held her captive.

The haunted corridors of the Hades House echoed with the torment of Lisa's voice, now melded with the sinister laughter of her evil counterpart. "Release me! Let me go!" she cried out in desperate tones, the words resonating through the cruel expanse. The evil Dekabright, a mockery of her former self, remained indifferent to the pleas, its grotesque form pulsating with a sinister energy.

The atmosphere within the corridor seemed to vibrate with dark intent as Lisa's trapped hands clawed at the fleshy interior. "I won't be part of your darkness! Release me from this nightmare!" she exclaimed, each word echoing with a blend of desperation and defiance. Yet, the tendrils that bound her responded only with an unyielding grip, the assimilation process irreversibly trapping her within the monstrous clone.

The imposing laughter of the evil Dekabright reverberated through the corridors, creating an eerie storm of despair. "Your futile struggles only feed the darkness," it hissed, a grotesque imitation of Lisa's voice layered with ominous undertones. The assimilated heroine's face, now an agonized mask within the clone's chest, bore the weight of a thousand battles lost to the insatiable hunger of the Hades House.

As the assimilated Lisa continued her ceaseless struggle, the evil Dekabright's form pulsated with an otherworldly glow. Sinister energy emanated from the grotesque fusion, casting twisted shadows along the corridor walls. "Accept your fate, Dekabright. You are now one with the darkness you sought to defy," the cruel clone declared, its voice a macabre noise of triumph.

The air within the corridor seemed to thicken with a palpable malevolence. Lisa's agonized voice, now trapped within the evil clone, wailed in a chorus of despair. "I won't succumb to this darkness! There has to be a way out!" Her pleas, however, were met with an unsettling silence, as if the very walls of the Hades House reveled in the suffering that unfolded within its bowels.

The assimilated heroine's hands, now entwined with the nasty form, continued their futile struggle. "Heroes don't surrender. They fight until the end!" Lisa's defiant words, though muffled by the organic prison that enveloped her, resonated with a lingering spirit that refused to be extinguished.

The dreadful Dekabright, now a grotesque puppeteer of the assimilated heroine, laughed in sinister mockery. "Your heroism is a relic of the past. Embrace the eternal night, for you are now a sacrifice to the Hades House," it proclaimed, the very essence of Lisa's struggles absorbed into its imposing being.

Lisa's once defiant spirit now crumbled within the confines of her evil clone prison. The courageous Dekaranger, who had faced countless adversaries with unwavering resolve, was reduced to a whimpering, regretful soul. The echoes of her regrets reverberated through the corridor, a mournful tumult that resonated with the sinister delight of the Hades House.

"Why did I choose this path? What was the point of being a Dekaranger?" Lisa's voice, now tainted with cowardice, whispered within the nasty expanse. The courageous heart that had fueled her heroic endeavors was now overshadowed by the weight of regret, each whimper an admission of defeat to the encroaching darkness.

"I thought I could stand against the darkness, but look at me now—trapped, broken, a mere puppet for the malevolence that surrounds us. I chose this path, and now I'm paying the price." The once-heroic words that resonated through countless battles now echoed with the haunting realization of irreversible choices.

As Lisa's voice wavered, the Hades House seemed to feed on her remorse, the corridor absorbing the essence of her regrets. The ominous laughter, an otherworldly chorus, swirled around her, amplifying the desolation of her soul.

"I was meant to protect, to inspire hope, but all I've done is contribute to the darkness. I've failed those who believed in me." The lamentation in her voice painted a portrait of a hero haunted by the ghosts of her own decisions.

The evil Dekabright, a twisted reflection of what Lisa once stood for, reveled in her vulnerability. "Regret is a potent poison, isn't it, Dekabright? You believed you could defy the inevitable, and now you're entwined in the very shadows you sought to dispel."

With every uttered word, Lisa sank deeper into the abyss of remorse. "I should have been stronger, wiser. I should have known the consequences. Now, I'm just a prisoner, a pathetic remnant of the hero I once was."

As the corridor absorbed Lisa's soul-crushing words, the Hades House exulted in its triumph. The evil clone smirked with her eyes running black blood as a grotesque mockery of the once-proud Dekaranger withLisa's regrets echoed into the unforgiving expanse.