A walk into cloudsdale. A trip to see the snowflakes and the rainbows. The rainbows... Aren't they beautiful. They must be delicious. The swirling colours must be made of something magical. On second thought... what are rainbows made of?

A fanfiction based off my favourite creepypasta, The rainbow factory. I have rated it teen based on the language and the theme. This is my first fanfiction. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.