The first survivor: A creepy tale

RGB2 was still sitting in the wagon with the old pony pulling it. It was still extremely dark, and she still couldn't understand how such an old pony could manage to trot all the way through this dark tunnel without crashing, or at least loose track. This meant he must of been doing this for years. RGB2 started to daydream once again. You know to pass the time...

RGB2 was playing Mine craft. Her mother working on some blue-prints for a contraption, and her dad was out at work. RGB2 started to get curios on what the mechanic was doing today.

"Whats that?" RGB2 asked.

"A machine." her mom replied.

"What kind of machine?" RGB2 asked.

"For the Rainbow Factory the workers need a new model, and I'm going to design, and build it." she replied again.

"So, what are rainbows made of?" RGB2 asked.

Her mom paused. She didn't know how to reply to that comment. "I...I don't know. Magic I guess."

RGB2 could tell her mom was lying, because didn't want to talk about the subject. Her mom then got up to do something.

"I'll be back okay?" she said as she trotted off.

RGB2 ex amend the blue-prints. It looked normal gears, beams, and a lot of what RGB2 thought was "chicken scratch". Angles, percents, numbers, and lines. Then she saw something that shocked her. There was a part of the machine that was meant to move, and had blades that looked like knives, and a platform that looked as if something had to be strapped down to it.

"Fruit?" RGB2 thought.

Then she remembered that her, and her dad weren't allowed, because they were not "authorized personnel". Only her mom was.

She remembered how creepy her mother looked when she came from the factory. Her lab coat stained with dark red smears, and blotches. Then the screams. It all made scene now.

"P-ponies is that what rainbows are made of." RGB2 inferd

Her mom stood in the living room pale as a ghost.

"W-why...oh...oh god, she wasn't suppose to figure...until she...oh no." she mumbled

RGB2 turned around. "Mom?" She asked.

"The rainbow shortage, she wasn't." she mumbled.

"Mommy?"

"KID!" the old pony yelled.

"Huh?"

3 masked ponies walked up.

"Common kid, we haven't got much time." one of them said.

RGB2 stepped down from the wagon.

"This is the only one?" he asked.

"Yep, missed the first hoop smacked her right in the head." replied the old pony.

"What the hell is up with her right wing?"

"Scoliosis." the elder replied. "That wing must hurt like crazy when she flies, though this is very rare."

"We will put it out of its misery then." the masked pony replied. "Common kid lets go!" he yelled. Then they all walked off.