The Art of Magic: Infamy of the Facility

Rarity sat behind her arcane control panel looking at the countless Old-Unicorn symbols. Soon a new bolt would emerge in the chimney. She sighed deeply and decided where the bolt had to go to.

The unicorn left her office and walked down the many stairs until she reached the bottom, but as she walked through the hallway and a hallucination of her sister being dragged in played before her. Rarity quickly shook her head, getting the image out of her head and went out the door. Entering the cloud the Facility was accommodated on.

Twilight and Trixie resided in Twilight’s sleeping quarter talking to each other about the best events as they laid on the bed.

“She, she has gone nuts Trixie...” Twilight said.

“Trixie has noticed yes... She has become too corrupted by the waste... She is, mentally insane...” she replied under a light sigh as she closed her eyes.

“Let’s hope for the best...” the mulberry mare spoke as she wrapped a hoof around her mare, kissing her on the cheek.

Rarity looked over the land that was visible, the place was hidden in plain sight, yet nopony could find it. She turned her attention back to the Magic Facility and started to smile at the sight of it. Not much longer, she thought. And on top of the chimney it was, the bolt. A powerful green bolt began to make itself ready to be fired which it did after a couple seconds.

The bolt came rushing down, heading straight for her. Rarity stood ready, ready to accept the blast. As the blast hit Rarity, she become more powerful than ever and sparks of green magic went all over her body. “I was chosen, for how cold heartened I could be... I did not fail...Cosmos...” She mumbled as she looked at the sparks flowing over her body.

As she went back inside, more visions of her sister started to haunt her but she disposed of them quickly as she made her way to the ‘Death-Floor’. When she entered it she had a look at all the ponies who were waiting to die. The mare got a grin on her face as she charged up her horn getting a mix of blood red and green aura around it as all the body liquids needed left the ponies without warning.

“I, am, the, Facility!” she shouted as she let the liquids flow to the syringes and let them enter. After that she went back to her office, looking at the many arcane screens under a maniacal laughter which resulted in her starting to sing a song, the song of the Magic Facility.