Colors of a Rainbow - Spaghetti End

>As the gears grind and the screams of terror and pain are heard, Rainbow looks down, her eyes pinpricks.

>”H-he thinks my eyes are… beautiful…?” she mutters, trembling.

>Suddenly, an alarm begins to sound. All of the ponies look up at the machine.

>Doctor Atmosphere lets out a cackling laugh, standing above the machine. “Yes! YES! Work, my beautiful creation! GRIND HIM INTO DUST!”

>The machine, gears grinding and steam fizzling, continues pushing out red, bubbling liquid through its pipes.

>”No… Anon, what have I done?!” Rainbow cries out. “Why did you have to go and do that, you… you baka!”

>Everyone in the room goes silent.

>Almost instantly, a large crack begins to drag itself along the side of the machine, before bursting and spraying the red substance all over the pegasi.

>Rainbow screams out in sheer horror.

>…And from opening her mouth, is involuntarily forced to taste the liquid.

>Her cries stop, and she looks down in surprise.

>”Is this… tomato sauce?”

>As if the realization was like the opening of the flood gates, the machine itself begins to ooze out a strange, meaty substance in addition to the sauce.

>”Oh… oh my…” Doctor Atmosphere mutters, before he is caught in the eruption of sauce and meatballs, swept into the machine by the sheer amount of sauce.

>The machine lets out spurts and puffs of various Italian substances at random intervals; at this point, all of the pegasi are panicking, unsure of what to do.

>Rainbow, however, just stands there, baffled by all of this.

>And then… comes the noodles.

>The machine at this time has reached its breaking point, and is near to bursting forth with all of the spaghetti contained within.

>”I guess…” she mutters as chaos erupts all around her, “Humans really are made of food…”

>And then Rainbow was spaghetti.

>Good end.