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Jesus Christ: In this house we worship the Hive Mother. Out.

the suave fucker: Go do that on FimFiction then.

Dragon'z Wrath: It took me half a month to write that beforehand.

jak3combat: Yes. Nobody!

Author's Note: I'm pretty sure you all will get the reference in this chapter. It's a big, obvious and rainbow sprinkled one.

I woke up one night by a creaking noise coming from the room that Schmidt and Scoots occupy. Frowning, I quickly checked my watch and noted that it was past midnight.

'Why in the fuck is somebody awake?' I thought, quietly getting out of bed, so as to not disturb AJ. Peeking out into the hallway, I barely saw a rainbow tail slip into their room. 'Alright. Why in the fuck is Dash here at this hour?'

"Huh?" I heard Schmidt say, before a solid thump quietly echoed towards me.

'Oh shit. Scoots is in there!' I thought, hurriedly going over to the door and ripping it open. The last thing I saw before getting a burlap sack thrown over my head was Scoots looking in mute horror and several goggled pegasi while I had my ass handed to me, but not knocked out for some reason. I was tied up by one of them, probably with Schmidt's blanket. It felt warm enough to be it.

"Good job. This reject's going to the rainbow factory. What do we do with him?" One of them, a male, said.

"Bring him with us. Could use some extra coloring." Dash replied. I was dragged out of the room silently, wondering what the fuck was going on. Couldn't move for dick, but I could still hear and feel.

'The fuck does she mean by coloring?' I thought, before grunting as I was thrown into something. It felt like wood, but I wasn't sure, since I couldn't see. Another, higher pitched groan and a slam into my stomach indicated where Scoots was.

"M-Mark?" She quietly whimpered.

"I'm here, Scoots." I whispered back, wriggling around a little.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"I honestly don't know. I think one of the Pegasi said something about rainbows." I answered, before feeling a hoof smash into my head.

"No talking!" A voice barked, along with another smash. I held back a groan, keeping my head from collecting further injuries. As we waited for whatever was in store for us in silence, my mind started wandering. It was not a good thing, as my mind sometimes makes up the weirdest shit. At the moment, I was thinking about being shoved into a small ass cell with a big, burly homosexual Mexican named Pedro. It was not fun.

About an hour later, the cart or whatever the fuck we were in halted, and I felt a pair of hooves roughly drag me to my feet, the sound of industry assaulting my ears.

'So they have DO have industrial factories here...' I thought, before I heard a filly grunt next to me.

"So, what's the Rainbow Factory?" I quietly asked Scoots as we were led into an unknown location.

"It's where rainbows are made... Rainbow Dash gave me a tour once..." Scoots replied, fear lacing her foice.

"Well, I think she's giving us another, possibly more menacing one." I replied. Scoot's whimpering, along with a weird noise under my feet, told me that we were possibly up very high or somewhere batshit scary. Scoots was not a filly who wore her fear upon her metaphorical sleeve, either.

"Heh. You can take the sack off the ape's head, Cloud." Dash said from behind me. Having the sack roughly removed from my head, I decided to take in my surroundings. I wasn't off when I thought of industry, as there were steel walls, chains, catwalks, and a big ass meat grinder thing below us. The grinder had several pipes leading from it, all faintly glowing in different colors. Scoots was whimpering and shaking violently, her eyes pleading with Dash.

"The fuck?" I questioned, looking at Dash with a scowl. She didn't reply, only kicked Scoots off, sending the screaming filly to her death via meat grinder. After being forced to watch her get grinded up, one of the pipes in the bottom that was orange glowed brighter. Then she must've decided I wasn't a threat to her as she unwrapped me before doing the same. Biggest bloody mistake of her life, as she's obviously never fought a Marine before.

"Fuck you, whore!" I growled and rolled out of the way, spotting a broken pipe lying on the catwalk a few feet away. I picked it up fast enough to bring it down on one of the pegasi, smashing her head against one of the rails. I hit her hard enough to pop her head open like a rotten watermelon.

"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death..." I started quoting, ducking under another pegasus and punching him in the stomach. "I will fear no evil, for thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me."

'Lord, I know I've never believed in you...' I thought with a frown, spearing one of them and quickly withdrawing the makeshift weapon. Her blood dripped from it as she crumpled, coughing up more of her blood.

"...Even though I won't make it out of here..." I muttered, bashing it against another one, but accidentally made him to slam into me, sending me against the railing and causing me to drop the pipe down to the floor far below.

"...I pray that you keep Applejack, Apple, and my men... My FAMILY safe." I growled, drawing the combat knife that I was now glad to have stuffed into my boot, glaring at the pegasi surrounding me. I wished that I had my energy sword, but I left it on my nightstand while I grabbed the knife and put it in my boot.

"You can't win. Just give up." Rainbow chuckled, coming out of the shadows in a rather creepy manner.

"It's not about winning, it's about taking as many of you sick fucks with me." I growled, before doing something none of them expected; I rushed Rainbow and tackled her, sending the both of us off of the edge and causing us to plummet towards the meat grinder thing.

"Let me go!" She screamed frantically, then in pain as I buried the knife into her chest.

"YOU'LL NEVER MAKE IT OUT ALIVE!" I screamed back at her, as the both of us hit the grinder at the same time.

The last thought that ran through my mind was relatively simple; 'Forgive me, Applejack.'

'In the end is death. After death... Who knows?' Jak3combat.

Author's Note: The next chapter will be of Schmidt and the others, and then it will end.