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// Extended ending 
// Story: The Art of Magic: Infamy of the Facility 
// by Rarity Belle 
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	Rarity sat behind her arcane control panel looking at the countless old-unicornian symbols. Soon there would have  been a new bolt that emerged in the chimney. She sighed deep and decided where the bolt had to go to.

The unicorn then left her office and walked down the many stairs until she reached the bottom. Though when she walked through the hallway and a hallucination of her sister being dragged in played before her. Rarity shook her head quick while she tried to get the image out of her head and went out the door. She entered on the cloud on which the Facility was accommodated.

Twilight and Trixie resided in Twilight’s sleeping quarter talking to each other about the best events as they laid on the bed.

“She, she has gone nuts, Trixie,” said Twilight.

“Trixie has noticed yes... She has become too corrupted by the waste... She is, mentally insane,” she replied under a light sigh as she closed her eyes.

“Let’s hope for the best,” the mulberry mare spoke before she wrapped a hoof around her mare. Ending with a kiss on the cheek.


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Rarity was looked over the land that was visible. The place was hidden in plain sight yet nopony could find it. She turned her attention back to the Magic Facility and started to smile at the sight of it. Not much longer, she thought to herself. And on top of the chimney was it visible. The bolt. A powerful green bolt began to make itself ready to be fired which it did after a couple seconds.

The bolt came rushing down and headed straight for her. Rarity stood ready, ready to accept the blast. As the blast hit Rarity, she become more powerful than ever and sparks of green magic went all over her body. “I was chosen, for how cold hearted I could be... I did not fail... Cosmos,” she mumbled before she looked at the sparks flowing over her body.

The unicorn went back inside there were more visions of her sister started to haunt her but she disposed of them quickly as she made her way to the ‘death-floor’. When she entered it she had a look at all the ponies who were waiting to die. The mare got a grin on her face as she charged up her horn getting a mix of blood red and green aura around it as all the body liquids needed left the ponies without warning.

“I, am, the, Facility!” she shouted while she let the liquids flow to the syringes and let them enter. After that, she went back to her office. There would her eyes be looking at the many arcane screens under a maniacal laughter. Which resulted in her starting to sing a song. The song of the Magic Facility.