Hopes in a Star

"The Crypt? Ok, I'm not doing anything until I get some answers."

"What do you want to know?" I was hoping he'd be more upset.

"Well, first of all who are you and what do you do?"

"Me? Haha, my name is Remmer, Remmer Streams. I'm the assistant manager for the Aviation business as a whole, I'm right under boss Sparkle." Boss Sparkle? "You see, when I started working here, I was just like you. Well, perhaps a little more sane. But none the less, like you. Then I chose to embrace my new workplace. Being here is a home to me, hearing the bang and clang and klanck of the machines, it's music in an unorganized fashion."

"What does Remmer stand for?" He stops, looks over, and walks to me forcing me to back up.

"What, does Remmer mean?" His right eye begins twitching. "Remmer, Remmer the streams. Remember the streams. Remember. Those who died, remember them. Those who leave, remember them. Those who are cheated!" He pulls out a pocket knife. It is bloody and in it, on the side of the blade is the letters RF in blue. My heart stops, I understand. "Remember them! My friend was killed with this knife! I tried, so hard. I tried to avenge him, to save him. But I was too weak. I wasn't capable of doing the right thing, and now I have a name. Remmer, remember the streams that killed my friend. And that is why I am here. I escaped my old work and found this place. Now, as the assistant manager, I find any ponies Ms. Sparkle wants and bring them here for her."

"I'm sorry." I say, hoping to calm him down.

"I am too."

"So, how did you meet Sky Falcon?"

"Oh, sky? Heh, I guess I never really thought about that. When I found Aviation Industries, I was not fit in any way. Mentally, phisiclly, emotionally, I was was a complete wreak. But since she is the main nurse here, she brought me back to full health." A bell goes off and Remmer turns and runs over to a place, waving me with him. Once we get there, I see a manufacturing line. He begins to pick things up, put them together, and put the things back down. "Well? Come on!" I try to do it, but fail miserably. "Come on! Quit goofing around and work!"

"I don't know how to do this!" We can barley hear eachother over the noises.

An intercom clicks on. "Write Holliday! Report to Ms. Sparkle's office please!" Remmer nods and I run to the door. I open it and there is a long, white hallway. I slowly go down it, reading all of the plates on the walls.

"How could you?"

"Hello?" I look around, knowing I heard something. After last time, I know I'm not. Crazy. I begin walking, and suddenly I am hit in the back. I fly at a wall and go through it face first. "Remmer! This isn't funny! Let me go!"

"It isn't Remmer!" I know the voice. I relax, and wait for us to stop. I feel her let go and I fall into a river on the ground. I stand up, but get punched on the back and fall. "Ahh!"

"How could you do this to me?!" With every word there is a punch.

"Rainbow! Please!" The punches stop, and Rainbow Dash backs away. She is in her Shadowbolt outfit.

"How? I thought I could trust you, but this?"

"Dash, what in the world are you talking about?" I ask, spitting up blood.

"Working for Aviation Industries!"

"Why is that an issue?! You shouldn't be talking, you kill foals and fillies for rainbows!" She skips a breath, loosing balance for a second.

"W-what?! Are you talking about that story you showed me when I was over your house?"

"Of course! I met a pony who has a knife that killed his friend with the letters RF on it, is that just a coincidence? I don't think so, the Rainbow Factory is real! It explains why you were muttering as I read it."

"It is certainly not real! I was muttering to myself because I wanted to memorize the answers to a test I had the next day, and not be inconsiderate! RF here in the real world of ponies stands for Red Floor, a video game we have where you kill zombie ponies! Your so called friend probably bought a knife based off of it, and there just happened to be a murder with the same knife. He could have been mugged, robbed, anything. He could even be insane! But the Rainbow Factory, is not, real!" I slump to the ground. Of course, the outsider blames someone for something they didn't do and is caught for bring wrong.

"Listen, I'm sorry. Just, what is the issue with Aviation Industries?"

"What isn't the issue is more like it. Do you truly know why they make flight technology?"

"Well, to make the sky better and safer obviously."

"Is that what you believe? Or is that what you are told to believe?" I stop. "You have no idea what they are trying to do. What's happening is bigger than the story line in Star Wars you humans have, with the separatists making the clone army for the republic to kill the Jedi, it's evil Write, you can't work for-" she disappears.

"Dash? Hello?"

"Don't listen to her Write, you are completely safe working for us." Twilight walks up behind me.

"What, the heck, is going on here?" I ask, mad with her. She is hiding something, but I can't put the pieces together.

"What is happening is ponies don't want the skies to be safe. I mean, look at Dash, she was in her Shadowbolt outfit. Do you really believe someone like that?" I stay silent. I really wouldn't, but I know Rainbow and she wouldn't lie. "Besides, do you really think that we want to overthrow Celestia? I mean why would I want to get the throne from my own personal teacher? It makes no sense."

"She never said anything about that, you just did." She begins to look around, and whistles into the air.

"You shouldn't have made that wish Jacob, you would have lived longer." I am hit in the back of the head. I look behind me and there is Remmer holding a lead pipe. There is a thud, and I pass out.

Chapter 4: 6:51, the minute of the hour

"Ughh." I sit up, the walls black and the door showing only a sliver of light. "Stop knocking me out!" I yell to no pony in particular. I lie back on the bed. How did this happen? I went from two years without a single mess up and suddenly, I'm in jail because of Twilight.

"P-p-party." A voice comes from a certain corner. It almost sounded like Pinkie Pie, but too robotic.

"Hello?"

"L-life is a p-party, make t-t-the b-best of it."

"Pinkie Pie? Is that you?" The pony, or thing, walks into the light. Standing in front of me is a robotic