Band of Five Attributes (Re-Written)

The bucket was punched so hard by a scarlet hoof it spun on one back leg like a ballerina having an adrenalin rush. It span and span, velocity increasing, until its leg slipped and it landed on its flat bum with spinning eyes and a hoof-shaped bruise making the margin of the right eye.

“I’ll go ahead and take the young hooligans upstairs before this gets too violent.” 01 sighed, putting Mimi and Mimu on his back after he stood up. He quickly made his way upstairs, and disappeared into the second floor with them.

The bucket regained its composure, only to find its face grasped in a blue aura which forced it to turn to Koto.

“Maybe we should put you in a washing machine after this!” Koto stated, smiling wickedly as she delivered her punch. Now, the other eye had been marred in a hoof-shaped bruise.

“Ahem.” Nagare started, causing the bucket to look at him with tears welling in its eyes. It noticed that the pegasus had his front legs slack against his sides, and he was giving it that soul-crushing glare again. “I have a feather in one of my front hooves. Guess right, I’ll let you off scot free. Guess wrong, and another bruise comes on your face. It’s that simple.”

By now, the bucket’s teeth were chattering rather loudly. “R-right?” It asked, and the pegasus lifted his front hooves back to the table, revealing that a purple feather was in fact held in his left hoof.

“Wrong!” Nagare chimed, delivering a punch of his own. The bucket now had a bloody nose, which was quickly jammed with wads of toilet paper encased in magic.

“We don’t want stains on the table.” Raki sighed, her horn aglow. She shook her head.

“Didn’t know monsters that were part object could bleed.” Rekka stated, scratching his head with a hoof at the anomaly. The toilet paper was crimson now, and the bucket was wincing in pain.

“Their organic parts work much like a pony’s does. Same blood vessels and everything.” Raki replied, sighing again.

“Hey, mutant smurf.” Yuuki hissed, causing the bucket to turn its face to her. “How would you like it if you had wings, and I went and yanked your feathers out?” She asked, eyes appearing to glow under her bangs, which darkened her face.

“It...would hurt, and I’d...hate it.” The bucket answered, beginning to shake. It was sweating more profusely at this point; staring into those purple eyes made it feel as though the metallic body would snap in two.

“Exactly.” Yuuki replied, swiftly delivering a punch from her hooves. Another bruise marred the bucket’s face, which had looked halfway squished from the assault it took.

“Hey, testtube.” Tenmei jeered, and the bucket quickly looked at him. His glasses gleamed as he cast his own glare. “Suppose you had a kid three weeks ago, and a jerk went and poured hot water all over the little bundle. Would you be happy about that?”

“No…” The bucket answered, trembling so much it was unable to stand on its hind legs.

“What if your kid got hypothermia? Or a blister from the hot water that was poured onto it?” Tenmei continued, eyes narrowing.

“I’d...think I’d raise hell…?” The bucket seemed to hesitate with its words, its voice as shaken as it appeared.

“And raise hell, you did.” Tenmei replied, punching the bucket himself. A magic aura grasped the bucket, forcing it to stand upright. A tapping sound came, sounding more akin to a knock on the door, and the bucket was now looking at Kaguya.

The elder mare’s face hardened into a stone-cold glare when the bucket made eye contact with her. “Before I deliver your needed punishment, I must ask: What did you do with the uniforms in question?” She asked, her voice as cold and piercing as her face.

The bucket gulp hard. “I...uh...I...dumped them in the rainbows...at the weather factory?” It answered.

Kaguya looked at Nagare, her glare easing into a neutral look as she did. “What do rainbows do to uniforms?” She asked.

“Rainbows, in liquid form, aren’t to be fucked with--you can taste them, but any other object that is not special weather equipment or an organic being gets dissolved like it was in a vat of acid. I was personally showed the spectacle during a flight-class training break.” Nagare answered before his own answer clicked in his head. His eyes widened, and he slammed his hooves on the table before standing on his hind legs. “Okay, something tells me this bucket was made from a type of special weather equipment!” He cried.

“Which would explain why he carried rainbows...and not get dissolved in the process.” Raki sighed, shaking her head again.

“Fair enough.” Kaguya replied with a nod before returning to glaring at the bucket. After her hoof connected with its face, it vanished from the world.

“At least we can tell Spitfire the news...but she’s probably going to flip her lid.” Yuuki sighed, shaking her head as that image played out in her head.

“Why’s that?” Kaguya asked, brow arched.

“The Wonderbolt uniforms are not only as expensive as Celestia’s left horseshoe, but they’re meant for a select few fliers--the best of the best. Made by the finest artisans in freaking Canterlot, so I was told, and with materials even more expensive than an entire hospital AND its whole staff put together!” Yuuki answered, cringing at the image still doing a roundabout in her head.

Kaguya’s eyes widened. “That...sounds rather expensive.” She murmured.

“So, yeah, Spitfire’s gonna throw a bit of a bitchfit--and we can’t blame her at all.” Nagare sighed, closing his eyes as he finished speaking.

“I assume the violence is over?” 01 stated, causing all to glance at the stairs. He stood on the flight, the two fillies he escorted upstairs earlier still perched on his back.

“Yes, the bucket has been addressed.” Kaguya replied with a nod.

“Spitfire’s still going to absolutely lose it when she catches wind of what became of the uniforms. She’s probably going to need another legged bucket to vent her anger out on.” Nagare sighed, shaking his head sadly.