Rainbow Factory: Reconstruction

Soarin woke up to find himself in an unsavory predicament. He was suspended in chains dangling over the maw of the Device, the twin crushers within currently inactive. Besides the controls of the machine were three figures: Silo, Rainbow Dash, and Hazel. On the other side of the machine was Dr. Atmosphere, who locked eyes with Soarin. He gave the soon-to-be-grinded pony a look of sympathy. The three noticed that he was awake. Silo was the first to speak.

"Hello, Soarin. You have been found guilty of homicide and abuse. How do you plead?" Confused, Soarin responded.

"What the hell are you talking about? I didn't commit any crimes!" Rainbow Dash flew towards him, hovering mere inches from him.

"Wrong answer!" She yelled as she slapped him across the face with her right hoof. "You know what you did, you cheating bastard!" As she screamed in his face, Hazel activated the chains. They pulled at Soarin's wing, leg, and arm bones, causing him to panic.

"I didn't do anything, I swear, I swear!" The chains continued to pull, further increasing Soarin's hysteria. "I'll do anything you want! Anything! Just please don't kill me, please don't kill me please don't kill me!" His bones snapped, causing him to scream in pain. Tears leaked from his eyes, pouring down his face. As Soarin was writhing in agony, Dr. Atmosphere looked away in disgust. Dash and Silo were grinning ear to ear, admiring the machine's efficiency. Hazel was giggling with glee at the sight of her parent's killer being murdered slowly and painfully. She released the chains on Soarin's legs and activated the lowering mechanism, which was slowly lowering Soarin into the grinders. Hazel trotted over to observe the imminent carnage. As Soarin's broken body was inches from the machine, Hazel said what she wanted to tell him since he killed her parents.

"You killed my parents! Now, I'm going to kill you!" Hazel began to laugh as the machine started tearing at Soarin's legs. His already-broken bones were being grinded slowly. He could feel his muscles being ripped apart, his tendons twisting, his blood leaking out of him. Soarin let out many tremendous shrieks, none of which sounded like a pony. They sounded like something from Tar-tar-us. The machine wasn't even halfway through tearing Soarin apart before he died. As the machine had mangled half of Soarin's corpse, the chains restraining his arms were detached. What was left of the pegasus was slowly ground up in an incredibly gory mess.

The machine was coated with blood. Intestines littered the bowels of the device. Soarin had died horribly, and Hazel had never been happier. At long last, her parents were avenged. Sure, she was the one that had to clean the machine, but that didn't matter to her. She was in her own world of joy. Giggling with glee, she thanked Rainbow Dash and Silo for being her new family. Now that Soarin's dead, she awaited orders from her new parents. There was only one more pony left to face justice...

The trio chained Dr. Atmosphere to the machine.

"It's ironic, isn't it Hide," Rainbow Dash whispered in his ear, "that you'll die at the hands of your own creation?" Atmosphere did not reply, staring deep into Dash's eyes. The machine began to stretch his bones. As his bones were broken, Atmosphere thought about Rainbow. What happened to you, Dash? You used to be fun to work with. You were a great boss until you went off the deep end. The machine began to lower him into the rotating grinders. Before his senses were flooded with anguish, Atmosphere spoke his last words.

"Dash," Atmosphere said, "it was an honor to work for you. Goodbye." The machine grinded away at his body, and he screamed in unimaginable pain. As he died, a tear escaped from Rainbow's right eye.

"Goodbye, Hide. You were my favorite employee," Dash muttered under her breath. "But you betrayed me, so now you pay the price." A few seconds later, and it was over. Hazel grabbed a sponge and began to scrub away at the machine, washing away the remains of the two very dead pegasi. While she scrubbed, Silo and Dash collected the light-blue and dark-red spectra from the machine. As the price of the spectra was being estimated and the flight schools that failures would be abducted from were mapped out, both Silo and Rainbow Dash shared one single, collective thought.

The Rainbow Factory had returned.

And it wasn't breaking down anytime soon.