Origin of The Rubber Koopa King (Patreon)

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An explanation of this case: The Rubber Koopa King 

In the not-so-distant future, the world of entertainment had evolved, embracing the strange rubber mascot suits produced by a long-forgotten secret lab. These suits were cheap, reusable, and surprisingly durable, making them an attractive option for companies looking to cut costs. Little did they know, however, that the forgotten secret behind these suits was about to resurface.

As a new entertainment pack opened, the owner decided to utilize these cost-effective suits, unaware of the mysteries hidden within. Some suits came with manuals, but others were left with performers only and a sense of impending doom. Rumors circulated about employees going missing after their performances, leaving behind numerous copies of their suits on stage. The managers were alarmed, but no investigations were initiated.

The suits had a peculiar working mechanism, revealed through old manuals with missing pages. Each suit housed a timer that would initiate when worn by an employee. The timer counted down, ensuring the performer's safety only after it reached zero. To maintain the illusion of the characters, entry points like zippers and Velcro were sealed by the rubber exterior, leaving no noticeable marks. The complex life-support system within the suit allowed performers to stay inside for extended periods, enhancing the immersive experience for the audience.

However, there was a catch. Attempting to remove the suit prematurely or causing damage to the entry points triggered a bizarre consequence. Layers of the suit would multiply around the performer, creating an onion-like structure. Struggling to open the seams only generated more layers, using the performer's stamina to create copies of the suit instead of repairing the damage. When the stamina reached its limit, only a blank null body remained within the final layers, devoid of features, colors, or markings.

The only way to free the trapped performer was to contact the lab, but the company had been closed for many years. No one knew how to unlock the mysterious mechanism that held the performers captive within the layers of their suits. The once-cost-effective solution now became a nightmarish entrapment, and performers found themselves in a desperate struggle to unravel the secrets of the rubber mascot suits and escape their strange, layered prisons.