The Rainbow Factory

by Silver Inkwell

The Rainbow Factory

The Rainbow Factory

Stomp, grind, stomp, grind, hiss, repeat.

That was the pattern of the gears and machines in the Rainbow Factory.

Grind, stomp, grind, stomp, hiss, repeat.

He had memorized it after it being pointed out by another fellow coworker of his, and ever since then he had to focus on it to keep his mind distracted because he really did not like the work that he had to do here, he rather hated it instead.

Whir, whoosh, whir, whoosh, hiss, repeat.

But the job still payed money no matter what happened in life, even if it did go against his normal regular ideals and morals, because he had never thought that the Rainbow Factory could be so bloody, cold, cruel, and horrifying too as well.

Clink, clank, clink, clank, hiss, repeat.

He was absolutely terrified, shocked, surprised and filled with horror when he first saw the whole entire process of how they did produce the rainbows exactly that came at the end of every and each rain storm no matter what happened.

Plip, plop, plip, plop, hiss, repeat.

And no matter what he tried to do he just couldn’t change their ways.

Bang, boom, bang, boom, hiss, repeat.

And eventually he just gave up trying altogether and accepted his fate.

Fuel in, waste out, hiss, repeat.

And that was why he was here now just being a small little tiny part of the system, he was no pony important or special, just another regular ordinary worker, and he had nothing to distinguish him apart from the rest of the crowd, no hairstyle or special talent or body color, he was just completely normal, probably the most normal and ordinary of the group as well too.

Water in, steam out, hiss, repeat.

But maybe that was why he was chosen and hired, because he wouldn’t be more expensive than any other worker, which made him just perfect for the job even though he did lack the needed skills for his job at first.

Twist, turn, pull, push, hiss, repeat.

But eventually after some training he knew the factory very well and could do almost any job except the most dangerous risky ones filled with peril and ones that could very potentially kill a pony if they weren’t careful enough.

Hot is good for engines, repeat.

Sometimes the pattern could get annoying, and the routine eventually became very old and boring, but it was just something that he had to love with now.

But they also need cooling, repeat.

Every hiss let off a little tiny bit of steam and everything in the factory was made to be just perfect, nothing ever was supposed to overheat or slow down.

And they always need fuel, repeat.

Everything had to be just on time, and nothing was ever delayed.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, hiss, repeat.

It was exactly like precise accurate clockwork on the dot.

In, out, in, out, hiss, repeat.

In fact the grinding sound of the gears and tools could signal either the end of the day if they stopped or perhaps on a very rare occasion an accident.

Push, pull, push, pull hiss, repeat.

But every pony played their part to makes sure that an accident never happened.

Open door, close door, hiss, repeat.

No pony was ever left behind and all felt relatively safe.

Never get in the way, repeat.

Yet somehow the factory had now almost become like a second home to him after quite some time working there, after all, he did know the place very well now.

So please move away now, repeat.

And it was very funny and odd how one can get used to something very quickly to the point where it becomes ordinary and regular and not out of place anymore.

And stay far away from me too, repeat.

That was what happened with him and his job, and he didn’t mind it so much anymore, after all, he had a job to do no matter what the cost might be or was.

Whoosh, grr, whoosh, grr, hiss, repeat.

Although he did sometimes feel a little bit guilty, horrified and filled with terror at first he eventually came to understand that everything has its cost, even rainbows and this factory since its tale wasn’t quite as nice as he once had heard.

Beep, blip, beep, blip, hiss, repeat.

It wasn’t all sugar and spice, it wasn’t even remotely close to what he had expected when he had grown up and realized what the world really was.

Zap, whoosh, zap, whoosh, hiss, repeat.

Most ponies wouldn’t even understand their social psychology even if they heard it, and they would probably react as he did, with fear, horror, and terror too as well, and they would also probably try to deny the truth of the whole entire matter, but they couldn’t since some things are too unbelievable to be false.

Ring of the phones blaring, repeat.

But that didn’t mean that they couldn’t ever understand it, it just meant that they probably weren’t ready to hear what they did exactly in the factory now then, yet they all hoped for the day to come where that could happen.

Click, clack, click, clack, hiss, repeat.

Yet they knew it would probably never come since ponies were too weak to ever handle the news, they were too weak and soft to work at the factory.

Make sure to take a break, hiss, repeat.

But he wasn’t, he was very strong instead, and that was why they chose him.

Never give up, always move on, hiss, repeat.

He could change and adapt very easily since he was so regular and ordinary.

Do your best always, hiss, repeat.

He didn’t have anything extreme, which made him perfect to mold and shape to their own little tiny perfect design, and now he had become the ideal worker just like everyone else that worked here, he was just another piece of the puzzle and a pawn in their plans, but he never let that fact bother him or hold him down.

Hammering, drilling, nailing, screwing hiss, repeat.

He still continues to work to the best of his ability no matter what happened.

Move the line along always, repeat.

But still, the cost of his work could grow heavy on him sometimes.

And never hold the line back, hiss, repeat.

After all, what would the other ponies think about this, not that he cared.

Push the fuel in, push out the waste, hiss, repeat.

They would say that it was wrong, but sometimes it doesn’t really matter at all ever because you have to do something very wrong to make the end right.

Don't think too much, just work instead now, hiss, repeat.

And that’s just the way it was with the Rainbow Factory, after all, nothing ever came without a price, and the price they had to pay was a very heavy one indeed.

These are the sounds of the Rainbow Factory, hiss, repeat.

Because with every rainbow that they made, all the colors, some pony had to die, and generally it was the weakest which made it sort of better, but not by much since he knew that it was still wrong no matter what he did or how much and long he worked, and that was why he had tried to make them change.

Make the sacrifice now then, repeat.

But they explained the whole entire thing, concept, and idea, and he had then eventually accepted it, and he didn’t even bother to put up a fight anymore eventually.

Burn the fuel, hear the whoosh of the fire, repeat.

But every time that he heard those sounds he died a little tiny bit deep down inside.

Lights on, lights off, flash, repeat.

And that was because he knew ponies were dying just to make one very special precious perfect rainbow, and he knew that it always would be wrong no matter what happened or changed in life.

Stomp, grind, stomp, grind, hiss, repeat.

And so he accepted his fate eventually and he then let the sounds echo in his mind now then as he went back to work letting the sounds repeat in his mind forevermore.

Stomp, grind, stomp, grind, hiss, repeat.

Author's Note:

Note: Inspired by this video.

Anyhow I hope that you liked, loved, and enjoyed this, please comment down below.

Comments

[Sk1Tz]

First off, this isn't 2nd POV. This is 3rd.

2nd, this is very monotonous unfortunately. You repeat the same line over and over, which I get is the style of your fic, but you overdid it here.

3rd, this brings nothing new to the table. The table being this Rainbow factory verse. The fic shares stuff we already know about.

Finally, this is mostly an experience rather than a story. Has no plot, nor any sort of climax. In fact, each paragraph personally feels like a repeat of the previous one, but in different words. Either you're being too descriptive, or this is just a repetitive piece of work.

I'm not gonna hate on ya for using the Rainbow Factory idea, but you surely didn't convince me that this is unique.

[Silver Inkwell]

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How is it third person if I never say his name?

[Sk1Tz]

7926583 2nd POV is where the pronoun "You" is used. In 3rd POV you don't need to say his name. Just by using the pronoun "He" is enough to make this fic a 3rd POV fic.

[Nugget]

In writing: Usually when you do a type of repetitive theme or quote, you are usually trying to reinforce it's meaning upon the reader through different perspectives of the same line, theme, or dialogue. It helps to strengthen the tightness of the writing within the story if it keeps reverting back to old plot points with a new, refreshing perspective that isn't boring or extremely repetitive to the levels of annoying. To which, in this case, its very annoying and interrupts the flow of the story itself while serving almost absolutely no purpose for the reader other than giving us a sense of what the factory sounds like. That is it.

Other than that, sk1Tz has already covered my other biggest criticisms.

Edit: Here is a better idea of using a repetitive theme / qoute:

[Silver Inkwell]

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Well the repetition is to emphasize...death? (I guess?)

[Nugget]

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Stomp, grind, stomp, grind, hiss, repeat.

That got annoying, fast.

[Silver Inkwell]

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How fast, third, fifth, or seventh line?

[Nugget]

7926710 The moment you stopped narrating about it and didn't honestly do anything to change it around and make it sound more original. So... I guess right after you said it the first time.

[Silver Inkwell]

7926713
Okay then... hold on...

[Silver Inkwell]

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7926742
Fixed, please go check it out again.