Abarangers - Festival of Heroes!

The city prepares a grand Sentai Day celebration, honoring the Abarangers with joy and pride. Beneath the festivities, however, a hidden evil stirs — a depraved magician manipulates the event, luring the unsuspecting heroes into sinister traps. One by one, bonds of humanity fray, and the first signs of primal, monstrous transformations begin among the team.

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Celebration of Sentai spirit!

Sentai Day burst into life under a brilliant, cloudless sky, the atmosphere alive with a wild, giddy energy that seemed too bright, too loud—a brittle mask over the creeping dread. The Bakuryuu Festival dazzled with a riot of colors, booming cheers, roaring music, and endless booths stretching across the sprawling park like a delirious carnival. Giant banners whipped overhead, proudly displaying slogans like "Thank You, Heroes!" and "Our Protectors, Our Pride!" Stalls overflowed with Bakuryuu plushies, Sentai memorabilia, dinosaur-themed snacks, and custom armor fittings for kids, every inch of the grounds pulsing with manic, too-perfect celebration. Yet underneath all the noise and laughter, something rotten festered, a sickly heartbeat that throbbed unseen beneath the carnival surface.

The Abarangers stood assembled near the festival entrance, surveying the dizzying chaos. Ryoga crossed his arms with sharp discipline, his stance rigid, scanning the crowd with unblinking suspicion. "Stick together," he barked with authority, eyes darting between the shifting masses. "That's protocol. No wandering."

"Protocol?" Yukito scoffed, shifting awkwardly as he rubbed his bruised rear from the previous week's Megalodon battle. "After that oversized lizard used me as a trampoline, I'm due a full month off, not more monster duty." Ranru beamed brightly, already distracted by a gleaming tech exhibit flashing mock "Bakuryuu Gadgets," her gaze drifting hungrily toward the stalls. "Come on, Ryoga, today we're just citizens," she teased with a grin. "We deserve to enjoy the peace for once!"

"We're never just citizens," Ryoga said sharply, voice low, scanning the crowd with a soldier's eye. "Large crowds. Unpredictable layouts. Easy ambushes." Asuka chuckled lightly, voice warm, his hands resting lightly on his belt. "Ryoga, if we can't trust the people we protect, what kind of heroes are we?"

"Trust doesn't block a knife in your back," Ryoga muttered darkly, arms tightening, jaw clenched in a line of steel. Yukito threw his head back with a theatrical yawn, sprawling against the nearest booth like a disinterested cat. "If someone dares to jump me today, I swear I'll demand hazard pay before I punch their teeth out."

Their banter spiraled, Ranru mock-scribbling a vacation request in the air, Yukito pretending to collapse dramatically against a medic booth. Even Ryoga cracked a reluctant smile under the pressure of camaraderie, a brief flicker of warmth flashing in his otherwise grim face, a reminder that beneath the armor and battles, they were still just human. "Fine," he grumbled finally, shoulders loosening slightly. "But don’t split up too far. Eyes open."

That’s when the children came.

A flood of laughing, cheering kids burst through the crowd like a tidal wave, tiny hands grabbing belts, gloves, capes; tiny mouths shouting their names with adoration, a tidal surge of innocent, eager energy that swept everything before it. "AbaRed! AbaBlue! AbaYellow! AbaBlack!"

Ranru was giggling helplessly as she was led away by kids toward the tech exhibitions, her protests light-hearted. Yukito grimaced but allowed himself to be dragged toward massage booths, muttering under his breath about "back privileges." Ryoga was mobbed by fans waving giant foam hands and photo props, their excitement almost infectious. Asuka remained by the Hero Pavilion, a calm pillar amidst the chaos, surrounded by a wide-eyed circle of children, the supposed heart of Sentai Day's spirit.

"Tell us a story, AbaBlack!" they cried, voices high and eager.

He smiled warmly, kneeling down to their level without hesitation. "Alright. Just a short one," he said, voice rich and patient. Settling among them, Asuka began, "Long ago, Dino Earth was wild and fierce, a world of storms and mighty beasts. Bakuryuu like Tyranno and Tricera roamed the lands. We fought side-by-side to protect life."

"Did you punch monsters till they f*cking cried?" one boy shouted suddenly with a nasty grin, far too malicious for his years.

"Did you rip their damn heads off?" another squealed, eyes glinting with something feral.

Asuka hesitated, a shadow flickering across his face, but he laughed it off, unwilling to ruin their fun. "It took teamwork. No hero fights alone."

The children yanked him deeper through winding tent alleys, their grips growing strangely firm and cold. "Tell us more, sweaty knight!" a girl shrieked, her voice cracking unnaturally.

"Show us your juicy arms!" another cackled, yanking at his sleeve.

Their excitement twisted grotesque, their voices warping into something deeper, darker—a pack of hyenas tasting blood.

"Bet you taste like f*cking steak!" another spat, giggling madly.

"Wanna chew those muscly legs till you scream!" another piped, clawing hungrily at his arm.

Asuka frowned, rising to his feet. "Alright, that's enough. Time to go back," he said firmly.

But the children's grips turned iron-hard, fingernails digging into his skin like talons. "No, you sexy meathead!" one girl sneered, her voice dripping venom.

"Gonna rip those muscles open!"

"Chew that sweaty flesh like f*cking candy!"

Before Asuka could react, from the shadows waddled a hideous figure—obese, monstrous, wrapped in a stained red-and-gold tuxedo, sagging top hat shadowing his rotted, split-lipped grin.

Magnifico Gluttoni.

"Welcome to the fcking SHOW!" Magnifico howled, spittle flying in arcs. "Today's act: Split the knight's fat fcking brain like a watermelon!"

Instantly, Asuka shoved the children behind him, protective instincts roaring to the forefront. "Stay back! I'll protect you!"

The children cackled—broken, shrill, utterly wrong.

"Protect THIS, you dumb f*ck!"

"Crack his skull open!"

"Rip out his guts and suck 'em!"

They lunged with animalistic frenzy, biting, clawing, gnashing their teeth into his arms, sides, thighs. Tiny fists pounded him with unnatural strength, hammering him backward.

"Can't hurt kids..." Asuka muttered desperately, reeling, fighting himself harder than he fought them. "Can't hurt..."

Big mistake.

They laughed filthily, shredding at his armor plates, prying them loose.

"Tear his f*cking balls off!"

"Chew his guts till he pukes blood!"

Asuka staggered under their assault, reaching blindly for his Dino Commander—

A sob pierced the chaos.

Mana.

Standing alone at the end of the alley, pale and crying, her small fists clenched to her sides.

"Asuka... why did you leave me?"

He faltered, frozen by guilt, horror blooming in his chest.

"Mana... I—no...!"

The children clamped onto him tighter, dragging him down.

Magnifico surged forward, wrapping bloated, greasy arms around Asuka in a grotesque parody of a hug, pinning him like a trophy.

"Open wide, bitch-boy!" Magnifico screamed gleefully, spit flying from his broken teeth.

From his twisted, demonic finger, a thick, black talon uncoiled, pulsating hungrily.

With a shrieking, victorious laugh, Magnifico rammed the talon into Asuka's forehead, punching through helmet, bone, and sanity.

SKRRNNNKKKHH!!

Blood geysered across the ground in violent arcs as Asuka's agonized scream tore through the night.

"GUAAAAARGHH—KKKHH!!"

Foamy blood fountained from his mouth vents as he spasmed, jerking violently. Still—still—he fought, clawing at the ground toward his fallen morpher—

A child stomped it away viciously.

"Stay down, you twitchy f*ck!"

"Eat dirt, you sweaty mutt!"

Magnifico twisted the talon savagely, grinding Asuka's frontal lobe into helpless mush.

Asuka shuddered, convulsing, drooling and twitching grotesquely in the mud.

The children circled him in a ring, shrieking a twisted chant:

"Ring around the knight, Break his f*cking mind tonight! Blood sprays, armor frays, Bark for us tonight!"

Drooling, shuddering, twitching, Asuka collapsed into a broken heap, the corrupted children kicking his limp, bleeding body gleefully.

"Twitch harder, you broken b*tch!"

"Whimper like a f*cking dog!"

Magnifico threw back his bloated head and let out a triumphant, foul cackle.

"ONE F*CKING PET DOWN!"

The proud knight of Dino Earth—protector, hero—lay shattered in a puddle of blood, foam, and destroyed memories.

Sentai Day had only just begun.

And the nightmare had only started to roar.

***

Families laughed. Balloons floated. Children played. All while, hidden deep in the fetid, rotting alleys where no music dared drift, a hero was dying in ways far worse than death. Deep in the labyrinthine, decayed paths between forgotten booths, AbareBlack—once known as Asuka, proud knight of Dino Earth, protector of life—lay shattered against the trampled dirt. Blood streamed freely from the jagged, gaping puncture in his forehead where Magnifico's demonic black talon had split helmet, bone, and brain, leaving a grotesque ruin of shattered armor and twitching flesh. His visor, once a proud and polished symbol of justice, was now a spiderweb of fractures, reflecting the cold, indifferent moonlight. Through those broken lenses, Asuka’s eyes stared, wild and disoriented, filled not with rage or hope, but with raw, animalistic terror.

He twitched violently, like a dying insect. CONFUSED. PANICKED. AIMLESS. His hands, those once steady weapons of justice, scrabbled weakly at the filth beneath him, nails splitting and bleeding. His legs kicked in random, pitiful spasms. His mouth—his proud, shouting voice—now vented only panicked, slurred gurgles, thick ropes of blood and spit pouring from his vents, staining his shattered chestplate. Every nerve misfired. Every instinct was shredded, leaving only mindless, useless spasms of a mind barely clinging to existence.

Surrounding him in a tightening circle were the corrupted children—no longer human, but snarling, giggling demons wearing the faces of innocence. Their eyes gleamed with manic light, their small hands gripping brutal objects—hammers, jagged pipes, broken boards—each weapon slick with blood and filth.

"TWITCH HARDER, MEAT!" "FLOP LIKE THE F*CKING WORM YOU ARE!" They descended on him, hammering and stomping, crushing armor and flesh alike. Pipes smashed into joints, boards splintered against his ribs, boots slammed into his spine.

"G-GUYS! WHERE ARE YOU!" Asuka screamed, voice cracking into a shriek of animal terror. "BAKURYUU! COME ON! R-RYOGA! RANRU! YUKITO!" Another hammer smashed into his ribs, a sickening crunch, forcing a blood-choked cough from deep within his battered lungs.

Magnifico Gluttoni waddled forward, grotesque and gleeful, drool pouring from split lips, his small piggish eyes gleaming with unholy joy.

"LOOK AT THIS FCKING SQUIRMING WORM!" Magnifico bellowed, his voice rattling the filthy air. "ALL THAT MUSCLE, ALL THAT HONOR, AND NOT A FCKING BRAIN LEFT!"

The demon-children howled with laughter, grinding heels into Asuka's shattered armor, wrenching joints with gleeful cruelty.

"CRY HARDER, KNIGHT BTCH!" "CALL YOUR DEAD DINOS, SHTSTAIN!"

Asuka spasmed, flopping onto his side like a fish, mouth gasping uselessly. "DINOGUTS ACTIVATE! ABA—ABA—ABAREBLACK POWER!" he howled desperately, slurring the words, the battle cries of his soul dissolving into meaningless sobs.

CRACK! A heavy pipe slammed into his helmet, blood splattering the ground anew.

"TRY HARDER, DOGGY!" "NO ONE'S F*CKING LISTENING, SLAVE!"

"ARMEDO BREAKER! BAKURYUU LINK! DINO GUTS IGNITE!" Asuka shrieked, desperation climbing into hysteria, each word snapping apart with every blow. The children roared with delight, smashing his fingers with a rusted mallet, grinding bone to pulp.

"WHERE'S MY GIGABRACE?! ACTIVATE, ACTIVATE!" "DINO BREAKER! SUPER DINO BREAKER! HELP!"

A hammer bashed into his shoulder, shattering the protective armor into useless shards.

"RYOGA! RANRU! YUKITO! ANYONE!" he wailed, voice cracking, breaking into pathetic, wet sobs.

They cackled, grabbing him by his legs and dragging his battered frame toward a sagging, monstrous circus tent. "TIME FOR YOUR FINAL ACT, FCKER!" "BREAK HIS FCKING BRAIN!"

Asuka’s bleeding, ruined hands clawed uselessly at the dirt, fingernails ripping away from the nail beds as he fought the inevitable. Inside the tent, the air grew thicker, heavier, choked with rot and despair. Chains dangled like dead vines from the blackened ceiling. The floor squelched underfoot, soaked in years of blood and bile.

Twisted, broken circus music played faintly—off-key calliopes and warped horns shrieking insanity into the heavy air. Asuka clawed at the tent wall—hopeless. His strength drained with every twitch.

"RYOGA! RANRU! YUKITO! BAKURYUU! ANSWER ME!" he screamed, each word shredding his raw throat.

Magnifico loomed above him, a mountain of sweat and filth. "NO ESCAPE, LITTLE F*CKING DOG!"

The demon-children pounced once again, hammers and boards raised high. "SNAP HIS FCKING ARMS!" "CRACK HIS FCKING KNEES!" "BLEED THE F*CKER OUT!"

Asuka thrashed weakly, screaming, pleading, praying. "BAKURYUU GUTS! ABAREBLACK CHARGE! POWER STRIKE! DINO THUNDER—DINO THUNDER STRIKE!"

Bones cracked with dull, wet pops. Muscles tore like old cloth. Blood poured from him in thick, viscous rivers.

Magnifico leaned close, tongue lolling grotesquely. "ALL THAT FCKING STRENGTH," he howled, "AND YOU'RE JUST A BLEEDING FCKING TOY!"

The children smashed harder, frenzied, until Asuka's black armor split wide open, exposing raw, twitching meat beneath.

"RYOGAAAAA! HELP! BAKURYUUUUU! DINOGUTS!" Asuka’s voice dissolved into frothy, incoherent gurgles.

No salvation came. Only another hammer descending, crushing his collarbone flat with a sickening crunch.

The corrupted children shrieked their broken chant louder:

"RING AROUND THE KNIGHT, BREAK HIS F*CKING SPINE TONIGHT! BLOOD SPRAYS, ARMOR FRAYS, KNIGHT BARKS TONIGHT!"

Asuka’s body convulsed harder, a puppet of nerve misfires, more twitching wreck than man. Magnifico threw his head back and roared, a booming, triumphant howl of victory.

"MY PET! MY BLOODY, BROKEN F*CKING PET!"

Asuka's final screams tore through the tent, shattering into gurgling, mechanical shrieks:

"AAAAABAAABAAAAARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

His eyes rolled back, showing only the whites. His mouth gaped wide, frozen mid-scream. In that final, terrible moment, the last tattered strands of Asuka's mind—everything he was, everything he had fought for—SNAPPED completely.

The corrupted children and Magnifico felt it. They savored it. A blast of shattered Dino Guts surged upward like a dying star—before being devoured into Magnifico's gaping maw. Magnifico roared in ecstasy, his body shuddering, swelling with stolen power.

"HE'S OURS! OURS FOREVER! DRINK HIS F*CKING POWER, LITTLE MONSTERS!"

The children howled like rabid beasts, hammering their bloodied fists into Asuka’s broken, slack form, drinking in every last drop of his stolen spirit.

The tent walls shook with their monstrous, gleeful violence, and the twisted circus music swelled louder, shriller, drowning Asuka’s last, pitiful whimpers under endless waves of mockery.

Outside, the festival glittered on—bright, deaf, blind—while the champions meant to protect them were devoured into monstrosities, lost forever to the roaring abyss.

***

Ranru Itsuki—AbareYellow, the mechanical genius of the team—grinned as she was led by a group of eager children toward the "Future Tech Pavilion." Their tiny hands tugged her gloves, pointing and shouting with bubbling excitement. She laughed, the sound lighter than it had been in weeks, her heart lifting despite the gnawing unease she had buried deep inside. Today was supposed to be different. Today was supposed to be safe.

"TELL US A STORY! TELL US HOW YOU BECAME A HERO!"

Laughing, feeling a rare lightness in her heart, Ranru allowed herself to be pulled into the shining exhibition hall. The air smelled of metal polish and sweet popcorn, bright fake Bakuryuu schematics glittered under spotlights, mock battle stages promising games and lighthearted duels. The children pushed her gently toward a low stage surrounded by giant, oversized tools, everything oversized to make adults look small, manageable, part of a bigger show. Their voices grew more insistent, urgent, their cheers almost shrill.

"STORY! STORY!"

She chuckled, placing her hands on her hips with an easy, carefree grin. "ALRIGHT! YOU WANT THE STORY? YOU GOT IT!" She knelt, golden hair catching the light as she began warmly, her voice rising above the carnival noise, "I WAS A TOMBOY GROWING UP. ALWAYS TINKERING WITH BIKES, MACHINES, ENGINES. I USED TO SNEAK INTO MAINTENANCE SHEDS AND PULL APART HOVERBOARDS—MADE 'EM FASTER! I LOVED SPEED!"

The children clapped enthusiastically, faces beaming, eyes a little too wide, a little too glassy under the lights.

"YOU MUST HAVE BEEN SO COOL!" one squealed, jumping up and down.

"A REAL BADASS!" another said, grinning with a mouth full of too-sharp teeth.

Ranru chuckled modestly, feeling a prickling discomfort but pushing it aside. "MAYBE A LITTLE."

Their applause sharpened, the energy turning wrong, crackling with something hungry and eager beneath the cheers. The children's hands clapped again—too fast, too frenzied, their movements twitchy, almost mechanical.

"SHOW US YOUR TOOLS!"

"FIX SOMETHING FOR US, GENIUS GIRL!"

"FIX US!"

Ranru frowned, sensing the change, feeling the air grow heavier, the shadows longer. She straightened up, her stance shifting from casual to cautious, her instincts screaming that something was off.

"ALRIGHT, THAT'S ENOUGH, KIDS. TIME TO GET BACK."

The children’s grins cracked hideously. Their faces twisted grotesquely, their voices dropping into snarling, broken cadences.

"DON'T LEAVE, B*TCH!"

Their small hands seized her arms, her legs, her waist, with unnatural, bruising strength far beyond what children should possess.

"BUILD US A NEW BODY!"

"CRACK HER F*CKING HEAD!"

Ranru roared, shoving two of the demonic children aside. "GET OFF ME!" She spun, kicking another away, elbowing a fourth viciously, heart pounding with terror. But more and more of the little monsters swarmed her, giggling in broken, distorted voices, clawing and biting and grabbing at her armor.

"RYOGA! YUKITO! ANYONE!" she screamed, panic rising in her throat.

More twisted children hurled themselves at her legs, grabbing, biting savagely through her armor. With a desperate snarl, Ranru unleashed her PTERA SCREAM, a sonic shockwave that exploded outward, hurling the children back violently into booths and fake walls. Their bodies crunched against metal and fiberglass, but even amid shattered bones and broken backs, they cackled wickedly, clambering back to their feet with eerie, unnatural resilience.

"TEAR HER F*CKING NERVES APART!"

"SWEATY B*TCH GONNA BE OUR NEW TOY!"

"BREAK HER F*CKING LEGS!"

Panting, staggering upright, Ranru dashed for a glass box labeled "Innovator's Prize." With trembling hands slick with sweat, she smashed it open and grabbed the prize inside—a simple, gleaming screwdriver. Her heart dropped into her stomach. It was absurd. It was pathetic. But it was all she had.

"FINE. I'LL MAKE THIS WORK," she growled, spinning to face the looming shadow of Magnifico Gluttoni, who had appeared, wobbling through the debris like a bloated nightmare, laughter booming from his rotting throat, arms wide to embrace her final collapse.

She braced herself, brandishing the screwdriver like a dagger—but the tool pulsed in her grip, twisting and writhing with a life of its own. It dragged her arm, tilting the point toward her helmet, toward her forehead, an irresistible pull toward self-destruction.

"WHAT THE HELL—?!" she gasped, fighting the cursed object's malevolent will.

"NO! NO! I WON'T! I REFUSE!"

But her fingers clenched tighter against her will, the metal digging into her palm, blood running down her wrist. Her own body betrayed her, every muscle spasming, jerking against her mind's desperate commands. The children recovered and lunged again with gleeful howls.

"STAB YOUR FCKING BRAINS OUT, TINKER BTCH!"

"TWIST YOUR F*CKING HEAD OFF!"

Ranru dragged her heavy feet backward, shrieking in a cracked, desperate voice.

"DINO GUTS! BAKURYUU GUTS! HELP ME! ANYONE!"

They bit into her armor, kicked her shins savagely, yanked at her waist with clawed fingers, breaking down her defenses with every vile touch. Her cursed hand moved closer, trembling violently. The screwdriver's tip touched her forehead—

SKRNNNKKKHH!

Ranru’s scream exploded from her lungs—a long, soul-shattering screech that echoed off the warped metal walls of the tent.

"BAKURYUUUUU GUTS! PTERAAAAA! AAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHH!"

The screwdriver plunged into her helmet, tearing through metal, flesh, and bone, grinding into her brain like a drill into concrete. Blood erupted from the cracked visor, spilling down her armor in thick, oozing rivers. Her body convulsed violently, spasms wracking her form as her back arched, her legs buckled, her arms flailed uselessly.

Her eyes rolled up into whites, trembling. Her mouth frothed with thick, viscous spit and blood, drool pouring inside the helmet, soaking her chin and neck. She sagged grotesquely, swaying with shattered nerves, her legs twitching feebly to stay upright, her whole form jittering like a broken marionette strung on fraying cords.

Ranru whimpered and gurgled mindlessly, the words of her life dissolving into wet, broken sounds.

"BAKURYUU... CAN'T... MOVE... FIX... SOMEONE... HELP..."

"RYOGA... WHERE... SCREWDRIVER... STOP..."

"FIGHT... BAKURYUU... GUTS... HURTS..."

"HANDS... NOT... MINE..."

"WHY... CAN'T... STOP... SCREAM..."

The demon-children surrounded her drooling, sagging figure, howling in savage glee, brandishing their crude weapons.

"LOOK, SHE'S A TWITCHING BROKEN TOY NOW!"

"F*CK HER ARMOR UP! MAKE HER SWEAT MORE!"

"SHE'S A BLOODY LITTLE MACHINE!"

They hammered her torso with pipes, wrenches, boards—pounding her gut, her arms, her thighs. Her body twitched with every brutal blow, helpless, unable to defend itself, every nerve misfiring with spasms of agony.

Magnifico roared with filthy glee, his voice shaking the entire twisted tent.

"LOOK AT HER! SUCH A SWEATY, TWITCHING LITTLE F*CKTOY!"

"ALL THAT SHINING, HEROIC BODY—NOW JUST A BLOODY, DROOLING PUPPET FOR OUR AMUSEMENT!"

Ranru stood—barely—twitching, blood dripping from the shattered seams of her armor, drooling in long sticky strands, gurgling weak, broken sounds as the brutal impacts rocked her shattered body. Her once-brilliant Bakuryuu armor was cracked, leaking fluids, torn from within.

The warped circus music blared louder, twisted horns screeching and howling above the sound of her collapse, the distorted melody mocking her downfall.

Thus, AbareYellow had fallen. Not slain in a grand battle. Not martyred in glory. But butchered, broken, and humiliated into a hollow wreck as the Sentai Day festival cheered outside, blind, deaf, and smiling, to the true horror festering behind their bright, colorful banners.