Prismatic Wish

“Where exactly are we going?” Rainbow asked annoyed as she and the three other fillies walked through the Ponyville streets together.  After breakfast, Scootaloo had ran to find Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom for some reason that completely passed her ears.

“We’re going to Wheeljack’s shop on the other side of Ponyville. He should be done with those bows and arrows that he said he would make for us,” Scootaloo explained only to have Dash roll her eyes.

“Don’t get upset if everything in the shop is in flames or reduced to ashes.”

“Why do you keep saying bad things about Wheeljack? He’s made a lot of cool things.”

“Like what? He once set drums on fire in a lake by just looking at them.”

“I’m sure that everything will be totally-“Apple Bloom started before the four saw smoke rising from a farther area in the town. Rainbow looked at her with a smirk.

“I'm sorry, what were you were saying?”

The four started to gallop to the source to see a blue building with smoke pouring out of every window and the front door. There was an old, rickety sign hanging above the door that read: W--elj-ck’s In--n-ing Sh-p. Rainbow Dash assumed it was like that because of all of the accidents that always happened here. She could faintly hear someone coughing inside of the shop.  They looked inside to see a stallion running around a room, coughing as he looked for something. “Oh where did I put that infernal contraption?” The stallion had a light blue coat like the sky, a bright grey mane showing that he was a bit elderly which stopped just above his dark blue eyes; he had small round glasses along with a gear for a cutie mark. Rainbow still wasn’t sure how Wheeljack could have possibly gotten that as a cutie mark, she would think a bomb would be more suitable. For some reason, Mayor Mare had decided to have him be the town inventor, even though nearly all of the things he made ended up exploding, and that was if he was lucky.

“Wheeljack, are you okay? What happened?” Sweetie asked concerned.

“Don’t worry there young filly, I’m fine. *cough* I may be getting old but I can take a few explosions *cough*. As for what happened, I’ll show you as soon as I can find that pile of scrap metal,” Wheeljack replied as he searched quicker for whatever device he needed while trying to not breathe in too much of the smoke.

“Step aside, I’ve got this,” Rainbow said confidently as she flew into the building. She immediately began to spin around as fast as she could, creating a small tornado that started to suck up the smoke only to have it all gather around her and make her cough madly. She stopped flying and fell onto the ground in pain.

“A little reckless aren’t ya?” Rainbow heard Wheeljack say as he walked toward her with some kind of vacuum on his back. He flipped a switch on the side and a tube was raised in the air. It instantly began to drain all of the smoke inside of the vacuum until the air was fresh once again.

Rainbow couldn’t believe that she had just seen Wheeljack use machinery and having it work. “How did you…”

“It’s not that hard with this glorious piece of machinery. I always have this around in case any of my inventions happen to go up in flames, which admittedly happens quite a lot. I designed it to suck up and smoke, fire, and any kind of dangerous chemicals and gases in the area and convert them into fresh air. Quite an amazing thing it is, if I do say so myself.” He looked at her curiously, “You look a lot like Rainbow Dash. Are you her little sister?”

“Yep, name’s Prisma.”

“Well it’s good to meet you Prisma. I must say I didn’t know that Rainbow actually had a younger sister or any siblings at all. Word of advice though Prisma; don’t go flying into smoke. Now, what can I do for you all?”

“We came to check up on the bows and Scootaloo’s scooter,” Applebloom explained.

“They weren’t turned to ash were they?” Sweetie asked.

“Of course not, I would never leave a creation of mine just sitting in the open while I work at the risk of explosions. I put them inside of a vault for safe keeping until the requestors need them.” He led them to another room where they all saw a small but rusty locker in the corner.

“Please tell me that that isn’t your vault,” Rainbow begged.

“Good gracious no. How could that rusty old thing keep anything safe? No, the vault is behind it.” He slid the locker aside revealing a small button that, once pressed, opened up a hole in the wall. Inside of the hole, were several strange looking devices along with three bows and a scooter. “See, what’d I tell ya?”

“Those bows look so cool,” Scootaloo noted as she stared at them in awe.

“Well I’m glad that you seem to like them young one. These bows are Alpine Archery Silverado Limited Editions. A feature of these bows is the Velocitric Hybrid Cams with a locking mechanism that enables the shooter to relax the string for adjustments of peep sight installation and removal without a bow press.  It just looks hot with its black, powder-coated riser, brown components and Mossy Oak Infinity camouflage-finished limbs. The bows are 17-inches axle-to-axle, weigh less than four pounds, and have a 5 1/4-inch brace height, adjustable draw lengths from 19 to 25 inches and an IBO speed rating of 330 fps. Good for beginning youngling’s like you.”

“Whoa,” they all said in unison causing Wheeljack to let out a hearty chuckle.

“What kind of arrows do we get to use?” Scootaloo asked excited.

“Well I don’t want any of you breaking anything or at the very least hitting anyone with actual arrows, so I simply made a few dozen arrows with tips made of cotton. I believe that should suffice.”

“This stuff is so amazing,” Sweetie praised the inventor. “How did you manage to make these without causing anything to explode?”

“Well I’ll admit that I’m surprised at that myself. As you already know, my inventions tend to have a nasty habit of blowing up in my face or even just being set on fire for no reason. Take my latest invention for example.” He motioned He motioned towards a few pieces of metal scattered across the floor. “My latest invention-in-progress, the Phase Shifter. If I can get it to work, it would allow the wearer to pass through solid objects at will; though I’ll need to find some way to make sure that the pony using it wouldn’t phase through the ground itself. Not sure how I would manage to do that.”

“If you know that you can’t do it, then why even try?” Rainbow asked.

Wheeljack didn’t seem to like her question as he looked at her with a frown. “To believe a thing impossible is to make it so. Impossible only means that you haven’t found the solution yet. So many of our dreams at first seem impossible, then they seem improbable, and then, when we summon the will, they soon become inevitable.”

Where did he read all of that nonsense? "Yeah, okay, I'll remember that."

Wheeljack gave a short look of disapproval before looking back to the Crusaders. "Well I hope that these are all to your liking."

"Totally," Scootaloo chimed eagerly holding a bow. "Come on Crusaders, let's go get our cutie marks in archery."

"CUTIE MARK CRUSADER ARCHERS! YEAH!"

Wheeljack just smiled at their enthusiam as they ran outside with Dash slowly following behind. "Hold on there." He pushed the scooter to her. "Make sure that Scootaloo gets this back and remember what I said."

"Yeah, I know, things are only impossible if you say they are, blah blah blah, can I go?" She asked clearly irriated.

"Yes go on."

"Thanks." She left, leaving Wheeljack contemplating.

"She is a very reckless filly, she acts likes she's an adult. Hopefully that filly will learn to be more respectful and think before she acts." With that he turned back to the chared mess on the floor. "Well, twenty-seventh time is the charm."