The Forgotten Papers: A Short Love Story

The Forgotten Papers: A Short Love Story

Prologue

A Dusty Old Factory

Lights buzzed around, combing the dusty factory. This place, this old and dusty factory, it was home. Well not exactly. It wasn't the kind of home that held a fireplace and a dining room with food set out across the table. Nor did it have cozy bedrooms that made you feel like you needed to belong there. Yet this place, it wasn't home. It was a prison. A killer house. This was the Rainbow Factory.

       A tall, white stallion pulled down a red lever that would make the killer machine flutter to life. The machine rocked to life, buzzing with pure energy. It could take somepony's life away in a split second. It was a deadly weapon, used to make the colorful rainbows that are widely-known in Cloudsdale today. The pegasus fixed his eyes on a screw that was coming loose. He grabbed his blue screwdriver that sat next to him and the stallion began to work. Sweat beaded his forehead after a few hours, going from machine to machine, checking on to see if any screws were falling off. Luckily, there had only been a few dozen or so, there were usually some around hundreds of screws that needed to be cared for. Yet it seemed like a lot, yet it wasn’t. The stallion was used to the hard work, day to day basis. He never slept and rarely ate, making him unpleasantly thin. All of the workers there were used to that, for they all signed a contract, stating that their needs will be fulfilled at any given time if necessary. The stallion’s hot pink eyes fluttered over to his left towards the mean coworker, Dex. Dex was that kind of pegasus who liked to bug other people with negative comments. He was just a pony who needed some love and toleration. Yet everyone tried to ignore him, but when they tried, they either failed or got into a gory fight. It wasn’t really his fault though, it was the time he had spent working at the Rainbow Factory. After a few years, you’ll get used to the screaming and blood that it will change you, from the mind onwards.

     Dex hovered towards the white pegasus, keeping a watchful eye over him. Slowly, the stallion crept up and spooked him. "Whoa! What did you do that for?" Dex grinned, showing off his rotten, yellow teeth. "Oh. I wanted to see you cry like a small little filly. I would love to see the strong and skillful Argus cry." The dull brown pegasus snickered. His deep blue eyes crept, they seemed to crept inside his soul. "Ok. You got me. I almost cried." Argus grunted and turned around as his back faced Dex. The brown pegasus snickered once more. "You're sooo weak. You know you don't deserve to be here. Besides, a cutie mark still cannot keep you tucked away in this dusty old trap. That cutie mark is nothing. It proves to be worthless. I mean seriously, two small gears? Stupid." The pegasus pushed Argus and then showed off by gracefully flying back to his former place. "Hey, every pony knows that I'm the best mechanic here." Dex narrowed his eyes from the far distance. "Actually, you are really soft and helpless like a filly. You don't even know you're way out of here." This drew Argus mad, not furiously mad, just mad. He stomped a hoof down and dramatically stared at the foolish pegasus. Argus shouted back as he stood in a silly position, his front hooves touching as his back hooves were bent back, making him look like he was trying to stretch.  "Hey! At least I don't have a dagger as a cutie mark!"

After fixing around 357 machines, Argus felt defeated and limp. It was more of a record for he often fixed around 353 machines per day and not four more extra. Feeling sick, the white pegasus vomited as he gripped onto the handlebars of the lower section of the factory. This would happen, following a nose bleed and then he would causally continue fixing up machines that were overloaded with rainbows or screws that were easily falling off. He staggered slowly towards an overloaded machine that was filled with pieces of gum. Disgusting. As Argus cleared off some of the tidbits of trash, he crept forward, peering through a vial of red color, a color that was sucked freshly out of a pony’s body. Dex was chewing on some gum as he looked around, hoping that nopony could find him up to no good. Of course Dex was responsible for all of the wrecks this past year, the overflowing of bubbles mixed in with pony guts, or the time he somehow unleashed a troop of spiders that clambered down and bit innocent ponies. But the worst one yet was when he replaced all of the rainbow colors with regular paint. Thus, when the pegasi put on the rainbows, instead of shimmering and sparkling like normal rainbows do, it filled Cloudsdale and Canterlot with a city full of paint. Everypony was covered in paint that day, along with a few pony guts and eyes.

The bold stallion ran towards Dex, hoping he could stop him until.. Commander Maverick's beady dark orange eyes stared down at him. Argus felt sick, along with a sense of fear. Commander Maverick was not a pony you could just happily agree with. No, he was a cold, hard and harsh stallion who could easily beat up a ton of metal. Maverick was that pony who looked like he belonged to an old battle up north. He had scars that stretched from his face to his waist, a black eye patch that covered up his ruined left eye, and frizzy, uncared and ungroomed mane and tail. He was a wreck yet managed to be that pony that could tell what you were thinking. He was feared by most ponies, for he was known for snapping off ponies’ heads, those who have tried to escape yet were caught in Commander Maverick’s fury. His eyes blazed as he stared at Argus, menacingly. “Argus Evander!!”