It had been 8 hours scince Sweetiebelle had first run into Dinky, and she was profiting from having a friend with her. Having conversations and singing songs together definitly made the dark foundation less scary, even if Pinkamena was on their tails. Sometimes, they'd be silent and try to hear if there was a grating sound behind the next door, or Dinky would shush them because she'd think that she'd heard the "Radical Dashie Rumbles".
"What is Radical Dash, anyway?" Sweetie gave Dinky a sideways glance. Dinky looked uncertain for a moment, but offered no resistance to telling her white unicorn companion. "She's a mean version of Rainbow Dash. She's covered in blood, and she'll take you into a weird place that she claims is the "Rainbow Factory". It's so... weird. I've never been there though," Dinky added quickly. "I guess that's lucky, then." Sweetie smiled.
Dinky nodded, and they cautiously opened the door to another hall. Dinky gasped as she glanced over and saw a pony armed with a gun in a locked room. The pony's clothes had the words "NEUCLEAR TASK FORCE" embalmed on them. "We have to get to the elevator in that room," Dinky murmured to Sweetie. "We can turn off the generator." Sweetie nodded. "Are you good with magic?" she asked. Dinky dipped her horn in affermation. "It's my special talent," she said. Sweetie smiled. "Good. I need you to teleport us into the elevator. I'll press the button before we get shot. In any case," Sweetie opened her sac. "We have medicare!"
Dinky smiled, now filled with confidence, as she created a star pony in the other side of the room. The Task Force pony began to walk towards it, firing her gun. "NOW!" Sweetie shreiked, and Dinky teleported them into the elevator, quickly pressing the button as the task force pony whipped around. The duo high-hoofed. They entered the basement room that the elevator took them to, and walked over to the extra passage where the controls for the generator were located.
Sweetie gave a satisfied face as she heard the generator shut down once the controls had been turned, and glanced over to her travelling companion. But Dinky wasn't smiling. "Is something wrong?" she asked. Dinky looked up at her despairingly. "She's here! Radical is here!" Dinky squeaked. Sweetie listened; there was a gurgling sound, and nearing rock music. She scampered across the bridge to the elevator, Dinky on her heels, as Radical burst out from the wall.
"WHERE'S THE BUTTON?!" She screamed, realizing that it had dissapeared. Dinky looked back out at the nearing pegasus apparation. "I'll just teleport us! There's no time!" Dinky squealed, and her horn lit up. The next thing they knew, they were back in the elevator chamber. The Task Force pony lay dead on the ground, and they heard a high-pitched, giddy laugh on the P.A. "Looks like Pinkamena left her mark," Sweetie said, and yelped as she heard the rock music faintly growing close again.
"Run!" Dinky shouted, and the two mid-mares ran through several eerie hallways until they were sure that they were alone. Panting, the two nestled next to each other. Dinky looked like she was on the edge of tears. Sweetie stroked her friend's mane with a hoof. "It'll be okay," Sweetie murmured. "We'll find a way out soon." Dinky looked her forlorn eyes up at Sweetie. "I hope so."