"They say ponies are happy, bright, and always helping. Not everypony is cheerful. Some can be a bad muffin..." -Pinkamina Dianne Pie
Chapter 1: I'm not happy
Here I am again. Dark, loud, and busy. Its a nice day today. But not everyday for me is fun or happy or filled with sunshine. In fact, it can be a mess. Its hard to drown out the screams for help and the blood on my clothes. I can't seem to focus today. So I pull the lever and the rainbow comes out. It doesn't seem right. I've been doing it for a long time now. Is it because my friends were here? Or because this is technically murder? I don't want to think about it but it somehow gets into my head. I continue to watch the ponies chosen go down into the machine, a knife through their chest and their blood spilling into a tub. From there the blood transfers to a container and spills out of Cloudsdale as rainbows. You may think it sounds bad, but you don't know everything. I think I'll take you on the whole journey... A journey through... The Rainbow Factory...
Now a rainbows tale isn't quite as nice as the story we knew of sugar and spice...
But a rainbow's easy once you get to know it, with the help of the magic of the Pegasus device...
Its a normal day for me gain. Going to Canterlot and talking with Dashy. She is so full of herself but I have to listen to my boss. I hate Apple Jack too. She is mean to me and always teases me. Grr... It always pisses me off! Anyway, I thought about Twilight Sparkles smartness and neatness. It surprises me and makes me wonder how much she knows about my... interests...
In the rainbow factory...
Where your fears and horrors come true...
In the rainbow factory...
Where not a single soul gets through...
Not everypony wishes they could change. They're not unhappy. They're always cheerful and nice to each other. Hardly anypony is nice to me. I get sad, nopony to pat my back. I get mad, nopony to make me happy again. Just blood spurting and screams. Really loud screams. I try my hardest to block them out but they get into my mind. When I sleep I hear the begging and pleading... the inhumane yelling. No other pony should have to go through that, but the victims pile up. Worst part is, nopony knows they're gone. We choose from the forgotten and unwanted ponies. We choose very carefully, and they go into the machine. The rainbow machine... Hehehe... I want to tell you more, oh so much more, alot more. I want to tell you the true process of the rainbows. Of Cloudsdale... But I have to think about things because you see... I'm not happy...
