The Uprising

by Rainbow Scalpel

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe, Dark
Length: 2247

Ten years after the disappearance of Scootaloo, unidentified mares and stallions have somehow mysteriously entered the Cloudsdale Weather Corporation and released a number of failures.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-30 20:06:44 UTC

Release to Doom

"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.

Kyle

"Well? Anypony?" Henry continued. There was complete silence for a full minute as the ponies stared dumbfounded at the insane stallion that stood before them. Henry stared back with an enormous expression of satisfaction. After a long period of time, a yellow stallion finnally, slowly raised his hoof. "You, the one with you hoof up, what's your name?" Henry asked.

"Kyle." He replied. Henry's eyes narrowed.

"Sorry, did you just say 'Kyle'?" Henry question the volunteer.

"Yes, yes I did." He answered. Henry's smile faded. He lunged at Kyle's throught, screaming.

"YOU! YOU DESTROYED MY BOTS! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Henry shouted at the unicorn. Kyle head-butted Henry with his horn and he fell backward, hooves on his forehead which was bleeding profusely. Another pegisus in the crowd, a green pony with a black mane, a hat, and a dotted scarf yelled.

"Everypony, get out while he's distracted!" He yelled. The pony pressed a button near the exit. All the other ponies escaped, leaving only himself, Kyle, and the scientists alone in the factory.

"You moron! do you know what you've done?!" Henry screamed at the two lone ponies.

"Absolutely; I just let the  prisoners out of this purgatory." The pegisus replied. Henry was posatively livid. He glared at the green horse with a contorted expression, his face red from screaming and blood. The ponies all stared at each other silently, waiting for the explosion.

"You infiltrated my factory, you killed my robots, you released my prisoners, and now you're acting like it's all good?" Henry asked, angry but calm.

"Uh, yeah?" The green pony replied.

"You lousy piece of useless, goddarn crap." Henry said, starting to loose his cool, "You inconsiderate, incompetent, mother dog. I HATE YOU!" He finnished, no longer calm at all. He charged at him, his mind compleately gone from his anger. He didn't care about the bots anymore, or the escaped ponies, or that the pony before him had infiltrated the facility without his concent; none of that matered anymore. All that matered now was that he was in his way. He was nothing more than an obstical, just a destraction from what was really going on. Halfway from where he had started, Henry felt a jolt of pain in his stomach as the other pony jumped at him and thrust his head into Henry's under side, sending them both flying at the nearby conveyor belt. "Get off of me, fatty!" Henry screamed at the stallion, now lodged in his belly.

"No. And the name's Sam." The pony replied. Henry shoved Sam off and jumped to his feet. Sam's scarf was caught in the grinder, and he was tugging franically to get it out. Henry flew over and began forcing Sam into the machine. Kyle dashed to Sam's side and threw Henry off, shattering his glasses against the wall. Sam finnally got free of the machine and flew over to the bloody pony that was Henry. He picked Henry up by the mane and pressed his head against the belt, pealing half Henry's face off. The machine was now covered in more blood and muscle than ever.

"Stop that! Ow!" Henry screamed in agony. He pulled one of the bots over to him and slammed it in Sam's mid-area, Sam fell off instantly and hit the floor with a loud crack. He lay there, motionless and bleeding. He stopped breathing. Henry tried to get up but heard a snap and sudden, intense pain in his neck. He was tired from blood loss already, so he slumped down in pain as the conveyor belt pulled him slowly to the grinder. He fell into the machine and felt his limbs being pulled and twisted in ways he could never have immagined, his flesh tore off his body quickly, and he felt every inch of his body being smashed and crushed into a fine powder, then poured into a liquid solution and mixed with blood and natural pigment. He was dead within seconds.

Escape From the Factory

Outside the machine, the other scientists and Kyle watched as the tubes filled

with red, orange, yellow, and blue. The scientists turned and looked at Kyle in

fear, who simply looked back at them and pulled out a hidden blade. Seconds

later, he was alone in an empty room filled with dead bodies. He trotted over

to the conveyor belt and picked up the body of his friend, Sam, then slung the

body over his back, walked to the door, and left, closing the door behind him.

As he left, the lights went out; leaving the room in darkness.

Soon after, the sound of slow dripping was heard and the liquids in the spectra

containers went down. In time, the vaugue outline of a pony formed in the in

the shadows bellow the rainbow machine. The dripping stopped and the figure

picked something off the ground and placed it on its face. Two glowing, white

circles stared distantly after the unicorn whom had recently left. The figure

raised a hoof and the metal on a nearby decommissioned bot peeled off and

floated in midair the rectangles reformed, levitating to the bodies of the

scientists and through their remaining flesh. The bodies jolted to life and

stood up."Welcome back from the dead, friends." Said a weak and scratchy voice

comming from the figure, "I'm Mr. Doctor; but my coworkers just call me 'sir'."

"Sir, is that you?" Said the reanimated body of Dr. Atmosphere.

"Yes, it's me. Mr. Dr. Proffessor Sir Lord Henry." The figure replied.

"But sir, we saw you die." The undead Rick said.

"I've escaped death before my good Rick, many times." The figure smiled.

I've escaped death before my good Rick - jpg by pony-henry

TO BE CONTINUED...

The Bots

"Hold on," Henry began, "You mean to tell me that you just came in and every single bot had about fifty bullets jammed in their heads?!" He was livid; nopony ever escaped the factory without help from him.

"Sir, we have no idea how it happened; the cameras went out in the middle of the night, and when they went back on, well... the bots were full of holes." Rick explained, "The only clue we have as to who did it is a unicorn with a chain gun strapped to his back walking in just before the cameras went out." Henry's face contorted into a horrible grimace as he slowly simulated the event in his mind.

"Kyle." He muttered.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Dr. Atmosphere asked.

"Kyle," Henry repeated, louder this time, "Kyle, the one with the chain gun. He came in and shot all the bots I assume." He continued, "But no matter, I have an idea." He gave the wicked smile only he could give. He trotted over to a nearby control panel and typed in a sequence of numbers: 3, 1, 4, 1, 5-- Rick cut him off,

"Sir, there is a button for 'pi'." Rick explained.

"Yeah, but it's way cooler when I type in the individual digits." He started over: 3, 1, 4, 1, 5, 9, 2, 6, 5, 3, 5, 8, 9, 7, 9, 3, 2, 3, 8, 4, 6, 2, 6, 1... "Besides, I have to put it in without the decimal." He continued. A light went on and an alarm sounded as a large metal rod protruded from the ceiling behind them. Henry approached it and held out a hoof towards it. The rod cracked uniformly into small squares which all floated in midair where an iron rod had existed only seconds ago. Henry waved his hoof and the millions of tiny quadrilaterals all reformed, starting at the top. They levitated into the shape of a mechanical arm, sharp at the tip which was pointing at the floor. The remaining rectangles clustered together and materialized into a button inches away from Henry's hoof. He pressed it and the arm jolted to life, splitting into four smaller, finger-like points and four thin, scalene, metal claws. A cylinder came down from the center of the eight metallic appendages and a blue sphere relocated halfway out through the cylinder's bottom. Henry positioned a bot under the sphere and the arm's eye lit up, signaling that it understood there was an object below it. The fingers came down and held the bot in place as the four claws went down and up, repeatedly stabbing the android bellow. The bot was soon after fixed, and another arm picked up different bot and placed it under the first arm, replacing the original, now fixed, robot. The two arms continued doing this until all the bots were rendered fixed.

"Stallions, to the cells!" Henry shouted to the other scientists, and they began the trek to the lower floor.