The Uprising

"Sir, why don't we just go down the elevator? the stairs will take approximately one hour, thirty minutes, and twenty-three seconds." Rick asked. Henry stopped and stared forward for a few seconds. He slowly turned to face him.

"There was an elevator this whole time and nopony thought to tell me?" Henry said slowly.

"Well, to tell the truth, we all sorta kinda thought you knew; so nopony wanted to disturb you to say something obvious..." Dr. Atmosphere explained.

"So then I decided to ask if there was a reason why we weren't using the elevator." Rick finnished.

"Stallions, to the elevator!" Henry shouted to the other scientists again.

TWO MINUTES LATER, IN THE ELEVATOR...

All the ponies sat quietly as the elevator music played in the background. They all stayed awkwardly motionless as the elevator went down. *Koff, koff* One of them tried to make conversation.

"So, about this plan of yours, Henry..." Dr. Seed asked.

"Yes?" Henry replied.

"What is it?" Dr. Seed continued.

"Oh, right. Forgot. My plan is that we send all the ponies in the cells strait to the machine. If we process enough rainbows all at once, Kyle is sure to come out of hiding. Then, we can easily overpower him." Henry answered.

"Oh, I get it. More murdering to attract the good-guy." Rick said.

"Exactly." Henry replied.

The ponies finnally arrived in the jail where all of the ponies that were to be turned into rainbows were kept."Alright fillies, you're all comming out of your cells!" Henry shouted to the caged ponies, "Follow me!" And the cell doors symoltaneously opened to release the thousands of captive horses who stepped gingerly out of their confines. The ponies did as they were told and followed Henry, Rick, Dr. Atmosphere, and Dr. Seed, who all trotted to the wooden pannel connected to the top floor by ropes and pullys. Henry pulled a lever when everypony was safely on the makeshift elevator and all the horses and scientists began moving up to the top floor containing the rainbow machine and the many recently fixed bots. "Careful now, don't want any, ah, casualties." Dr. Atmosphere explained to the surrounding ponies. They all took a step toward the center of the giant wood plank in fear of the evermore distant floor below.

When they finnaly arrived at the main floor, The scientists stepped off the elevator and onto the floor adjacent. Henry walked to the edge of the plank and selected a light-green filly with a blue and cyan mane, then pulled it out from between the other horses by the back of the neck and carried her to the nearby rainbow machine. "Now, little filly, do you know what this is, or what it does?" Henry asked the young pony. The filly shook her head, being too young to talk. "Well here, it's simple. I'll show you." Henry said, steping closer to the machine. "First, I strap you in here..." He said, straping her to the machine, "...Then I pull this lever..." He continued, pulling the lever, "...And then this big knife-looking thing here--" And the giant mechanical scalpel thrust into the filly's chest, sucking out her insides and color."--Does that." Henry finnished.

The now only half-conscious foal slumped her head on one side and the knife pulled out of her now-colorless body. Henry unstrapped her from the machine and put her over his shoulder to rest. The little filly shut her eyes slowly on Henry's warm body and dug her face lovingly into his side and he carried her to a soft, red, elevated part of the floor. He set her down slowly and just sat quietly and watched as the foal slept soundly. Henry smiled happily and turned to press a button next to him. The floor below the filly creaked and creases opened at equal distances. The foal woke up suddenly, realizing what was going

on; the soft, red floor on which she was resting was a freshly bled-on conveyor belt. She tried to get off, but she found she no longer had the strength to move. The bots all swarmed around the belt and brought their hacksaws down simultaneously over and over again, until the foal was no longer recognizable as an indevidual. Her eyes were still open, darting around the room at the other ponies. Seconds later, she fell into the grinder and an ear-piercing scream was heard throughout the facility. within seconds, the scream stopped and the filly was dead. Bright green and blue liquids filled the tubes and then canasters around the machine. The other horses shivered and stepped back as Henry turned and grinned. "Who's next?" He asked.