Rainbow Factory FanFic Reading

Line 1: C’mon, Orion! We’re gonna be late for our final test! (excitedly)

Line 2: I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME! (mad, upset)

Line 3: You have beautiful eyes. (soft and calmly)

Line 1: Any meeting of a friend is a welcome meeting. (say with sincerety)

Line 2: At least we can talk, now (whisper)

Line 3: I noticed... it was maybe the same amount of time from when we left the coliseum to the place the carriage drivers swapped, that it was from the swap place to here. But... I don’t know. I’m confused. Maybe that’s just a coincidence.

Line 1: Places, places, every pony.

Line 2: Alright. Aurora Dawn. You’re up first. Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete.

Line 3: Get the fuck onto that field before I fail you myself.

Line 1: Get back.

Line 1: You degenerates are probably wondering where exactly you are. Stupid fillies. You’re in Cloudsdale! The Rainbow Facility, to be correct. Allow me to show you around.

Line 2: Like you failures have a choice. You’ll be here for the rest of your lives! Oh, I’m sorry, where are my manners? I am Dr. Atmosphere. My degree isn’t a medical one, I shall reassure you, in case you’re picturing some dreadful surgery going on behind the scenes. Strange how so many worthless pegasi get that idea. No, no, my degree is in engineering. I’m one of the Forecolts in this facility. I’m sure you’ve all had the tour of the lower factory, no?

Line 3: There’s plenty of nooks and crannies and vents and vats one could fall into. One must be careful not hurt themselves. After all, you’re all hopeless as it is, any more so and even we couldn’t use you.

Line 1: The one who had that bad case of hoof and wing. She looks pretty confident though. (nervous)

Line 2: No one’s coming to help her. (say through clenched teeth)

Line 3: That can’t be right. We were traveling for way too long. We’ve got to be far away from Equestria now, not to mention the city. (concerned or wondering)

Line 1:

There’s long been rumors as to how exactly rainbows are made in Equestria. While a great amount of Pegasi ponies are employed in the Rainbow department of the weather factory, almost all of them do the low-end work. What’s known is that great streams of Spectra, the individual colors of the rainbow, flow through large grates and into vast vats. From there, workers carefully and equally mix the spectra into the coagulated rainbow pools that dot and run through the factory and surrounding city.

Line 2: To become an employee of the upper Rainbow Factory meant sacrificing any life outside those black walls. Workers are sworn to secrecy and forbidden from leaving, and live inside the facility itself. Those few who ever managed to make it out not in a body bag were twisted and disturbed, too damaged to ever bring themselves to talk about it. A lot of theories were proposed; Dark magic from captured unicorns, chemicals and environmental hazards that no sane pony would tolerate, and even thoughts of another unknown sister of Celestia’s, destined to create the Spectra instead of raising the Sun or the Moon. None of them could be farther than the truth.

Line 3: Scootaloo stood shocked, hardly hearing her name called. She moved numbly up the ramp, never taking her eyes off her friend and the pony who sacrificed himself to help. After a brief moment, she shook her head, recovered her thoughts, and looked to the judges. Thoughts passed through her head as she watched them all nod. Oh, Celestia. What do I do? I can’t let everyone I know down... but, I’ll never see Orion again... I suppose... I hope he knew that risk when he did that. I’m sure he’s thinking the same right now.

Line 1: Cool it, hot shot. There may be more, too.

Line 2: Alright, alright, sheesh. Hey, Patches. Doctor her up before we head out. I don’t want any blood on dem seats, I just washed dat thing. You otha’ two. In the cart.

Line 3: You goddamn worthless ponies can hardly call yourself ‘Pegasus’

Line 1: Only then could the Spectra be separated! And it was such a beautiful idea, such a wonderfully horrible idea. It worked so well; we could create exponentially more rainbows, of better quality with real Spectra. And it finally gave us a way to prevent Cloudsdale from being tainted by all those horrible pegasus which couldn’t fly! Ahahaha!

Line 2: You can’t have happiness. You ruined me. Now I’ll ruin you. Workers! The brown one, there! Him first!

Line 3: Kill her!

Line 1: How could you ever get away with this? How could Celestia, or even Luna know about this and tolerate it? It’s slavery! It’s torture!

Line 2: What did those horrible people do?!

Line 3: Fly