Rainbow Factory: A Look Inside

Yay, another day in the control room with my friend Ebony. Oh, how silly of me, I’m Dream Darling. The happiest pony around, I work mostly in the cupcake department of the rainbow factory, developing new extraction techniques. Ebony and I zoomed up the stairs, ready to start our work. I stopped on the walkway, which lead to the control room and took a look into the pit.

It was as dreary as ever. I had wanted to paint it but the boss wouldn’t let me. Fooy, what a meanie pants. But oh well!

Well, everyone else is giving a sob story about their past  so I will too, I’m dream Darling and I was born up here in Cloudsdale. My parents were cloud farmers, which is BORING! So I’d hang out with my best cousin foreva, Pinkie Pie! Pinkie rocks, we have so much in common, our parents don’t understand our need to have fun and we both have a serial killer mode! So we’ve pulled a few job together, that doesn’t mean were mean. I mean its just what we do for a living, I work in the Rainbow Factory and she makes cupcakes. Also, never have the pony special cupcake… Trust me…..

Anywho, Pinkie and I were bored one day as fillies so we decided to look around for somepony to… play with. We walked along Main Street looking for a playmate, when Pinkie whispered to me.

“Hey, look over there. There is a yellow filly with long brown hair! She looks fun!” Little did I know that that filly was a mare who was soon to be one of our best friends, so we trotted over oblivious to who she was or what she was capable of.

“Well hello there,” I chiddled.

“Are you new here? I haven't seen you around, like ever!” I giggled, she was pretty, extremely… But she looked very lonely too…

“Um yeah, new… My name is Ebony, Ebony Runwick.” She shuffled her hooves on the ground uncomfortably and adjusted her wings so they lay flat on her back. Pinkie bounced up and down and joined in.

“Hey yeah, nice to meet you, say do you wanna come and play?”

“Um, sure, what are we playing? Do I get to use these?” She pulled three wing blades out from under one of her folded wings with the other wing and flicked them with deadly accuracy at a tree, slicing three of its large limbs off of it. Then like boomerangs, the knives changed course and flew back into her outstretched wing. Ebony smiled and tucked them back under her wing, me and Pinkie starring with our jaws dropped. This pony wasn’t one to make cupcakes out of, she was a playmate to CREATE the cupcakes. With her knives we could have WAY more fun than before with my mothers kitchen knives!

“Yes you will! Now all we gotta do is find somepony to use them on, since you’re the guest you get to pick. Anypony you want Ebony, its your choice.” Pinkie exclaimed, while she was still bouncing like crazy. She hummed and looked around the plaza, looking for a good playmate.

Her eyes rested on a darker blue filly with short purple hair and pointed to her.

“That one.” She smiled evilly.

“But we can’t have just one, you girls pick another so we can all join in the fun and nobody is pushing and shoving.” Pinkie nodded at this and bounced up and down with excitement, she picked a gray colt with green hair. So later the two ‘friends’ were at Pinkie’s house in the basement and the colt was strapped to an old surgical table that my dad had given them to use for storage purposes. In one corner we had a box of my mom's old kitchen knives, the other filly was backed into a corner staring defiantly at Ebony with fire in her eyes.

“Tear my flesh, kill me for all I care, it doesn't change the fact that you’re all monsters!”  She shouted. Ebony went up to her, taking a hoof and gently rubbing the underside of the filly’s chin.  “Oh, my sweet innocent,” She cuffed the filly’s ear. “And naive friend, there’s no reason to be frightened.”  Her face was now a mask of maniacal killer instinct, and she smiled. “It’s just a ‘game’…”

Pinkie and I approached, both of us with a cleaver in hand. The filly kicked out and grabbed a steak knife from the box. “S-stay back!” She looked frightened, extremely frightened, at the time I wasn’t used to that face…that’s when I recognized her, her name was Lightning Dancer and a young recruit for the rainbow factory scout team.

“Lightning Dancer?” I questioned.

“W-what do y-you want?” She stammered. Ebony looked back and forth between us and her, then shrugged.  “If you know her, we can all share the colt.” With that she trotted over to the colt bringing out some nails and a hammer. I turned back to Lightning Dancer and saw no more of what Ebony was doing. Though I could hear the colts screams muffled under the gag, I looked a Pinkie Pie for what we were going to do.

“Well, the more the merrier! Now we have our own little gang!” She bounced up and down and bounded over to the box of knives drawing out a long one with sharp teeth. Then walked over to Lightning Dancer. “Here you go!  Have fun with the colt, imagine it as a game.”

She smiled maniacally and drew the knife up to inspect it.  “Sounds fun!”