SCOTALOO: I still can't believe we failed! And even mais can't believe how angry Dashie was.
(FLASHBACK:
arco iris, arco-íris angry flies over to Scotaloo after learning she failed the test.
RD: *intimidating the Pony.Mov series* What did I tell y'all about failing that TEST!
PRESENT TIME:)
ORION: Oh come on.. I'm sure she'll get over it. It's arco iris, arco-íris Dash we're talking about here. She'll ALWAYS amor you..
SCOTALOO: I guess.
ORION: She IS your segundo mother after all.
SCOTALOO: True, true.
UNNAMED DRIVER: *rudely* Would you three shut the hell up already!
SCOTALOO: *angrily stands up* Just cause we failed that stupid test, dosen't mean you could treat us as shit!
UNNAMED DRIVER: I can treat you however I want. You hardly classify as ‘Ponies’ to Cloudsdale, or any of Equestria for that matter. Now sit the fuck down and shut up until you get to your destination.
Scotaloo, feeling hurt por this, sits down quitely.
ORION: Where are we being taken, anyways? Not like we can tell anyone now, and I’m sure as the deliverers, you guys should know
UNNAMED DRIVER: Hell if I know. We hand this carriage off to ponies in suits, and we get a bagful of coins to keep quiet about the whole thing. It’s how it’s always been, for a thousand years.
AURORA: *gulping* That's about as comforting as worms in a salmoura, pickle jar..
SCOTALOO: Ya, th-.. Wait.. Worms in a salmoura, pickle jar?
AURORA: What of it?
SCOTALOO: That's the weirdest thing I ever heard in my life.
UNNAMED DRIVER: I'll have to agree with your laranja friend on that one.
ORION: Ya.. Who says that!?
AURORA: I don't know.. It just came to mind, okay.
UNNAMED GUARD: But WHY!?
AURORA: I really like pickles... Plus I actually saw such a thing once.
ORION: Serious?
AURORA: I opened the fridge, grabbed the pickles. And their they were, floating around. Like nobodies business.
UNNAMED GUARD: How the fuck would they even get in their!?
SCOTALOO: She lives in a fishing place. Shit like that happens quite a lot.
AURORA: Strangely I STILL like pickles.
UNNAMED GUARD: Speaking of witch.. Have any of you ever tried pickles with amendoim butter?
ALL THREE: No
UNNAMED GUARD: Well don't.. It's disgusting.
Awkward silence.
Suddenly they came to a stop, and three friends were forced out of the carriage and followed a large group of OTHER test failures, into a mysterious building.
*LATER*
SCOTALOO: This place... the architecture... it’s all so familiar... I think we’re in the weather factory!
ORION: 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.
AURORA: Actually, Scootaloo may be right... 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.
SCOTALOO: Ya... Coincidence... Maybe.
DOCTOR ATMOSPHERE *revealing himself*: Welcome, mules... You degenerates are probably wondering where exactly you are. Stupid fillies. You’re in Cloudsdale! The arco iris, arco-íris Facility, to be correct.
SCOTALOO: What’s going on here? Do you expect to use us as slaves? Because I’d rather be deported, thanks,
DOCTOR ATMOSPHERE: 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?
SCOTALOO: What lower factory? *gets tazed por Factory worker standing behind her, making the poor thing cry in agony*
ORION: Hey! You can't jus- *gets tazered* AHH YOU MOTHERFU- *Gets tazed once again, at this point he was near tears, as Scotaloo helped him up*.
DOCTOR ATMOSPHERE: In any case. *opens door* enter this room.
DOCTOR ATMOSPHERE: Quickly now! Quickly now! Before mais 'encouragement' is needed.
The three frightenedly walk in
DOCTOR ATMOSPHERE: Enjoy the rest of your pityful lives! *slams door*
Well. That's the chapter..
Please review and all that great stuff.
And stand por for the seguinte chapter
arco iris, arco-íris Dash leads Twilight to the town square.
"So what is it"? asks, Twilight.
"I found the alicorn amulet"! says, arco iris, arco-íris Dash.
"WHAT?!" I thought I locked that thing away!" says Twilight. "Me too" says, arco iris, arco-íris Dash.
"Rainbow Dash have you seen my brother?" asks, Twilight. "No sorry Twi." replies, arco iris, arco-íris Dash.
Twilight tries to find the others. "WAIT!!!" yells, Trixie. "I am coming with you". "You can't Trixie it's far too dangerous and Sombra can be any of these ponies." explains, Twilight. "Oh please let me! The Great and Apologetic Trixie can do it"! explains, Trixie. "Fine" says, Twilight.
To be continued....................
"So what is it"? asks, Twilight.
"I found the alicorn amulet"! says, arco iris, arco-íris Dash.
"WHAT?!" I thought I locked that thing away!" says Twilight. "Me too" says, arco iris, arco-íris Dash.
"Rainbow Dash have you seen my brother?" asks, Twilight. "No sorry Twi." replies, arco iris, arco-íris Dash.
Twilight tries to find the others. "WAIT!!!" yells, Trixie. "I am coming with you". "You can't Trixie it's far too dangerous and Sombra can be any of these ponies." explains, Twilight. "Oh please let me! The Great and Apologetic Trixie can do it"! explains, Trixie. "Fine" says, Twilight.
To be continued....................
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