Scootaloo and her two friends were forced into a mysterious carriage.

SCOTALOO: I still can't believe we failed! And even más can't believe how angry Dashie was.

(FLASHBACK:

arco iris 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 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 tu three shut the hell up already!

SCOTALOO: *angrily stands up* Just cause we failed that stupid test, dosen't mean tu could treat us as shit!

UNNAMED DRIVER: I can treat tu however I want. tu hardly classify as ‘Ponies’ to Cloudsdale, o any of Equestria for that matter. Now sit the fuck down and shut up until tu 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, tu 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 conservar en vinagre, salmuera jar..

SCOTALOO: Ya, th-.. Wait.. Worms in a conservar en vinagre, salmuera 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 naranja 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 tu ever tried pickles with maní, cacahuete 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... tu degenerates are probably wondering where exactly tu are. Stupid fillies. You’re in Cloudsdale! The arco iris Facility, to be correct.

SCOTALOO: What’s going on here? Do tu expect to use us as slaves? Because I’d rather be deported, thanks,

DOCTOR ATMOSPHERE: Like tu 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! tu can't jus- *gets tazered* AHH tu 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 más 'encouragement' is needed.

The three frightenedly walk in

DOCTOR ATMOSPHERE: Enjoy the rest of your pityful lives! *slams door*


Well. That's the chapter..
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