Atticario

Come Whooves, TO ADVENTURE! XD But on a more serious note, welcome to the forums.

I knew about her after I named my OC and nothing else fits her, really. ;^^

Gah, your GIF is killing my slow and sad laptop!! Anyway, thanks. ^^

Oh I buckin love bananas! xD So yeah, we totally should hang out. X3

And also, if anyone here makes music, I'd like to get into it! It'd be nice for some tips and such!

Its not weird at all, haha! I have actually done the same thing over RP. ^^ Successfully. And he was another brony too. The internet is a wonderful thing. :3

Hiya, guys! I'm new to the forums here! I do some artwork, but a lot of the time its just a doodle. xD I also occasionally write fanfics but not clop. I have an OC, her name is Cloud Kicker and she's a Pegasus. I hope to make more friends here! Brohoof!

I wrote all of this myself, inspired by the Rainbow Factory FanFic. I will perhaps not finish it, unless you already think it could be finished now. Anyway, enjoy. The pony sits in the queue of the factory, anxious to sign herself up and do the job she had heard so much praise for; rainbow making. She shifts her flank on the soft cloud floor, her large black eyes scouting the room for interesting things to look at. She sees, through a window into the inner factory, a large machine, a dark red liquid pouring in and spectra of bright colours pouring out through tubes. What caught her eye was a robotic arm in the background, it looked like it was dragging a pony through the room. She must have imagined it, nerves making her see things. Time passes and finally she gets to the front of the queue, she signs herself up and is told to put on her white uniform and begin work immediately. She does as instructed and readies herself, trotting happily to the door she had too meet her tutor at. Her tutor was a large, strong dark green stallion with a short cut red and blue mane and tail, his voice was deep and loud. "This way, recruit, your job for today is to help ready the...," the stallion pauses, sweating slightly, "To prepare the... subjects for spectra making." he finishes his sentence, with a hint of relief and delight. The young mare nods, excited to start her new job in the Rainbow Factory. Her tutor leads her through a maze of corridors and past doors and windows looking into the otherwise hidden inner factory, as she passed, she sees horrible sights of pegasi everywhere, some workers, pulling levers and watching where things unseen by the mare move from one place to another, some pegasi locked in cages, cowering in terror, and occasionally, the top opens and a robotic arm picks a pegasus up and takes it elsewhere. And the worst of these sights, a pegasus, strapped with thick steel bands, to a table in midair, its chest opened and its heart and blood removed, going down tubes into spectra machines. The young Pegasus gulps and flaps her light blue tipped wings nervously, her courage depleting, wishing she hadn't applied for the job. Alas, she arrived to her sector, the large stallion turned to her and opened the door, "Go in here, the ground level of the factory, every pegasus in here is yours to check. You need to take your supplies in that room over there and use the syringe to take some blood, then test it in the small spectra machine. If any ponies struggle, take a knife of your choice and don't be afraid to remove any limbs. We're counting on you, newbie." And with that, the tutor pushes the mare into her workplace and leaves her to do her bloody work in the Rainbow Factory... The mare passes the cages of pegasi, thin and tired, like they have been kept in the cages for weeks. Some yell out to her and plea for release, but all the mare is thinking about is that she has to do her job right, as wrong and disgusting as it is. She enters her small workroom and sees her tools, readily laid out on the desk. A variety of syringes, ranging from small to large, a meat cleaver, a large kitchen knife, a scalpel and a rusty dinner knife. She examines them all with care and weighs them in her hooves, taking a large syringe with a sharp needle and the meat cleaver and scalpel, carrying the cleaver in one hoof, the scalpel in her pocket and the syringe in her mouth, she wanders to a cage with a small yellow pegasus with a crippled wing in. "Please release me!" the pegasus cried feebly. "I-I cant! This is my job, its against the rules!" the new worker replied, "I need to just take a sample of blood, I'm still not sure what for, though..." She sets down the cleaver and fumbles with the syringe, while preparing, she notices that this small pegasus must only be a small filly, she closes her eyes and grits her teeth, digging the needle into the filly's now unhidden forearm. As she does, the foal screams in pain, the pain obviously unlike one she had experienced before. As she does, she tries to pull her forearm back, struggling against the new worker. "Stop struggling or it'll hurt more." she whispered through gritted teeth. "S-sorry..." squeaked the filly through streams of tears. "It hurts" "It will, but it will be over soon." the worker smiles, but one of her black eyes twitches slightly as she pulls the syringe back, the blood of the yellow filly steadily going into the glass phial. The syringe is pulled out of the filly's arm, a small blood spot remains where the needle was pushed through the flesh and the filly is sniffing her tears away. "Is it over?" she asked in between sobs. "Yes. But you cant go home. My tutor says all the ponies have to stay here for a bit after I do my job." the worker replies. "But you'll be back?" the filly looks into the mare's black eyes, with fear in her own eyes, as if she knew what her fate was. "If I can..." replies the worker sadly, who had cottoned on to what the factory was for. Then, the worker picked up her cleaver and walked slowly into her workroom to prepare the blood into spectra, fearing for the filly's short life and her close inevitable death. The worker puts her cleaver onto her desk, back in place with the other knives and locates her small spectra machine. Quite simply, it looks like a large metal box with seven tubes for output and one tube for input. She places the needle end of the syringe into the machine and presses the other end, the filly's blood squirting into the machine, bright spectra pouring out of the other side, yellow being the most prominent colour. The shaken mare looks at the chart lain out by a worker for her, the brighter the spectra, the better it is for rainbow making. That small filly was going to meet an early death at the hands of the rainbow factory, there was no way out. The mare scribbles down the results and sighs, wishing she could spend more time with the foal. But her job would not allow it and she would have to watch her die. She shivers again and picks up her cleaver and a clean syringe then walks out of her workroom, past the filly whom she gives a somewhat reassuring look, and toward an older, slightly overweight pegasus. "Arm," she says bluntly. The colt whimpers softly and pokes his arm out of the bars of the cage, she sticks the needle in his arm and tries taking some blood, however, he struggles and tries breaking free of her grip. "Hold still!" she snaps, but he doesn't listen and starts yelling out, he struggles more, the needle coming loose and cutting down his arm, causing him to yell out and squirm more. "I said HOLD STILL!" the worker shouts, jerking his arm suddenly. But she jerked it too hard and they both hear a cracking and popping sound as the arm is pulled from its socket. The colt looks in shock at his arm, then back up to the worker, who still has the needle in his arm and is looking at the disjointed arm. "Thats what happens when you struggle! Now," She removes the needle and puts his arm down, "Give me your other arm." The colt whimpers but puts out his arm for her, she takes the blood without him fussing and puts her syringe away. "A-aren't you going to fix my arm?" The colt says quietly to her. "Whats the point, you wont need it again. Either keep it like that or I get rid of it, your choice." Replies the worker, shocked about the words that came out of her mouth, as normally, she would've helped him. The colt just mumbles something inaudible and turns away. The worker picks up her cleaver and returns to her quarters, still shocked about what she said to that pegasus. She tests the blood and it comes out dull, meaning it is useless. But it was what she read she should do with useless pegasi that shocked her the most... The horror of what the poor worker had to do to the overweight pegasus she had already harmed, weighed on her mind. she didnt want to go out of her quarters for she knew that if she did, she would have to kill the colt. But it was her job. After a while, she decides to go and do it, it was her job after all. She grabs her cleaver, the large kitchen knife and makes sure the scalpel is still in her pocket. She was all set, ready to destroy the pegasus. She walks past the filly, giving her a warning look and gets to the pegasus' cage. "What do you want now?" asks the colt, a tone of spite in his voice. "Y-your blood was unclean, unfit for rainbow making." The working mare replies, her voice trembling. "So you're here to fix me and release me?" "Im here to end your life." she readies the cleaver and unlocks the colts cage, grabbing a few spare restraint chains from the outside and jumps on the pegasus, forcing his wings open and chaining him to the bottom of the cage. He is paralyzed in fear, his wings flap feebly as the worker stands above him, her eyes twitching, glinting with a touch of insanity. She takes the large cleaver in both hooves, taking large swings at his wing in an attempt to cut it off. The colt screams in pain, the sound of his pain reverberating around the walls and in the workers ears, the sounds of the screams satisfying a lust for blood she never had before, she brings the cleaver down again, the blood spraying on her and the colts faces, the muscle sinew ripping and the bone splintering and cracking. She brings the cleaver down again, and again until is snaps through the wing and it drops from the colts body in a spray of blood and more screams from him, tears streaming from his eyes. She does the same with his other wing, but right at the end, instead of cutting it clean off, she cuts until there is only some skin left holding it onto the colts feeble body, then she puts the knife on the floor of the cage and uses both hooves to pull the wing off, more blood going everywhere as she does so. "Please stop!" yells the colt in terror and pain. "What has to be done has to be done, I can't shirk my work." Replies the mare, brandishing the kitchen knife. She takes the knife and cuts shallowly into the colt's flesh, only half a centimetre, and cuts around his chest and belly into an oval shape. Then takes hold of what she cut and rips it away from the colts body, he yells louder than before as she does then casts it, and the wings aside as if they were used toys. She rubs a hoof on the exposed flesh and muscle, causing him more pain, then takes the scalpel from her pocket, and cuts halfway up his belly until she can peel back the sinew, muscle and flesh to reveal his internals, working and untouched. "This isn't what we want! We want the good stuff! The REAL organs!" She yells maniacally as she cuts higher revealing a still beating heart and working lungs. "Thats better." The colt protests, knowing what she is planning as she brandishes the scalpel in front of him and digs it into a pipe coming from the heart. As soon as a clean cut is made, the colts blood sprays from both ends of the tube, and she cuts all but one as she grabs the heart and yanks it out afterwards, tossing it aside like she did the wings and skin and walks from the cage back to her workroom, leaving the pegasus to quickly die on the floor of his cage. The worker goes back to her workroom, laughing low and pacing the room, licking the blood from her hooves and knife. She looks agitated and her eyes twitch and have gone dead, the screams of the colt still ringing in her ears, making her ears twitch too. She tries to lie down and settle but shifts her flank constantly on the floor only to get up and pace again, something pressing down on her mind like a vice. She yells out in frustration and paces faster, her heart rate raising and her blood running hotter and faster through her veins, her brain feeling like it was throbbing, screaming out in pain. she roars in frustration again and lies down again, shifting her whole body until she was relatively comfortable. Then the burden of sleep pressing upon her, closing like a door, a door being slammed by an angry child. And it went black. Her dreams her hardly better than being awake, she was haunted by the open, wingless corpse of the pegasus, taunted, questioned, tortured. Like a nightmare she didnt have the control to wake up from. Like being back in school, being bullied in a desolate playground, pushed around like a doll and cast aside like a toy, like the wings, skin and heart of that pegasus. The pegasus that was not the first to be haunting her dreams.