The look!(full)

[Vinyl Scratch]

Vinyl Scratch was never, ever, ever one to do things on time. She wasn't on time for things she wanted to do, things she didn't want to do, things she had to do. That was probably the reason she didn't have a house, paying rent always had to be so...timely, when you missed a payment at the storage facility they only kept your stuff until you caught up...or someone else bought it, but that was only at auctions.

She had even been late to getting her costume!! To be clear, Vinyl LOVED[/b] Nightmare Night. It was easily the best holiday ever invented. There were pranks and costumes and foods and a whole bunch of ponies who don't even care when she pranked them! It was a night all for fun, not to mention full of good business, even Vinyl herself had a show late at night, just a short one though. She didn't want to miss the entire night of course!

She had spent HOURS of today in the costume shop. She had woken up before noon to get the right costume. It hadn't been an easy process, she had lost three store clerks in the process due to her indecisiveness...and one due to clumsiness. In her defense, that pony's nose must have been made of cotton candy and glass. His nose just started bleeding when she barely even clipped him...with her hind leg...okay, legs. He surprised her! Besides, the maid costume he had suggested had looked stupid anyways, even if she had made it work~.

Aaaaanyways, Vinyl had finally made her decision, when she realized she had been a vampire last year. She couldn't be a vampire two years in a row now could she?!?! Back to the drawing board!!! As she solemnly trotted back to the dressing room Vinyl had an amazing idea. One that took one good costume, some glowstick fluid, and a bunch of time, not to mention some audio equipment. She collected her materials and ran for home
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Hours later she was finished, her blue mane shone in the evening air like it was magical, it wasn't of course. Vinyl had the musical talent of an eggplant, so keeping her mane glowing all night would have been a chore, instead she had filled her mane with the same fluid that resided in the glowsticks. She had even been smart enough to cast a small protection spell on her hair to keep it from being corroded away in case the material was acidic or something!

Her body was covered in metallic looking plates, all of which had been painted a shiny white by yours truly. Even her hair's light reflected off of the covering. Her shades added to it, covering the small area of her eyes and the bridge of her nose. That wasn't the best part though! using some of her sound equipment, she had set up a bit of wiring and audio!...honestly that had taken the vast majority of the time and still didn't work perfectly. It was supposed to make an electronic sound, every time she moved. It was powered by her magic though, so it could go long periods with her forgetting to run it, and half the points it was supposed to make noise at weren't working anyways. So it only made the robotic sound she was looking for when she was walking, or turning her head. Not to mention she didn't have any way to alter her voice like she wanted.

Still though, Vinyl thought she made a pretty good robot.
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The mare soon found herself in the middle of the carnival. Her show wasn't for a while. The night was still young, much too young for one of her appearances! "Vinyl Scratch is here!!!" she yelled out as soon as she heard a slight lull in the noise levels. It was time to have some fun, it was Nightmare Night.

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The lull of the early stages of the party was soon pierced by more than just Vinyl’s shouts as trumpets blared from the direction of the road. In the middle of the dirt path stood a stallion, with a coat as pure white as the arctic snow , a helmet as golden as the sun, shield and lance by his side as he stared at the party goers with piercing, blue eyes hidden behind a fluffy grey beard and mustache combination.

Of course the helmet, to anyone with an ounce of observation skills, was a shaving basin, and the shield and lance obviously had seen better days with the look of rust and the dents. Even the trumpets, the one thing that had seemed to be of good quality, was simply the product of a small boombox levitating behind him. But the most troubling of all these things, however, was that the pony wearing them was none other than Prince Blueblood.

”Citizens of Ponyville, thou shall have no fear this Nightmare Night, for…”

Blueblood stopped as the trumpets started blaring again, and as his attempts to press stop were found to be hindered by a nonworking button, he was forced to fling the box into the distance. He coughed for a moment before starting his announcement again.

”As I was saying…Citizens of Ponyville! Your lord and protector Don Quihoofte has come, fresh from the battlefields of the Crystal Empire, to ensure that this Nightmare Night shall be the most glorious of all Nightmare Nights! ” he said, raising his lance high, even unfurling a little banner with his cutie mark on it that he had custom made.

His announcement made, Blueblood waited for his new adoring fans to welcome his arrival. After all the blood, sweat, and tears (mostly the latter, often independent of any actual work), he had assumed his reputation would have greatly improved. After all, he had helped to save the Crystal Empire, Equestria’s long-lost friend and ally. The fact that he had chosen for his costume a completely delusional fool, however, was made as sort of an odd desire to allow him to indulge in his narcissism yet still claim humility by admitting his behavior was simply getting into the spirit of his costume and its implications. After all, a leader had to show a sense of humor about their own flaws, right?

When it soon became obvious that no one was taking the bait, Blueblood simply lowered his lance, wrapping up the banner, and continued on into the party. His sight, however, soon focused on one blue-haired robot. Even under all the glowing and stuff, Blueblood recognized her. With a slight groan, remembering his past encounters with the DJ known as Vinyl Scratch, he began to hope he’d be able to sneak past her in complete forgetfulness of the huge announcement he had just made.

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Nightmare Night was a holiday that had no set preference to the professor. In his youth he loved the time of year and it's festivities. As he grew older he had taken to changing the focus of his studies to various haunts and horrors... even going so far as to ease up on his students at the University. On the other end of the spectrum he was the secretive mage who practiced odd magics, owned odd relics, and had very odd noises coming from his manor at all hours of the night. This time of the year when ghost stories were being told neighborhood foals would stray away from Fossil and speak in hushed whispers.

This year he decided to do something about it.

Vinyl's continuous chatter about the holiday, and his friendship with Princess Luna had given him a change of heart. This year he was going to take a lesson from his student and have a little fun. One year he and his sister combined their classes for a month long group project. Their students were taught how myths and stories were created, and how they spread. The students were given the task on making a story up, and spreading it across campus. They would be graded on their efforts, given extra credit if the story spread and either of them heard talk about it around campus, and an added bonus incentive. If the story kept floating around after a year, it would be featured in one of Fossil's books.

The winning idea had indeed made it into a Daring Do book filled with short stories. Every short story had a small foreword which stated if it was canonical to the series, and if so when it took place. The story featuring this new mythical horror had no such forward. The (entirely fictional) short story was "Daring Do and the Slenderpony Investigations". The tall and slender professor was going to dress up as the tall and slender antagonist of the story, and use every ounce of his magic to scare some ponies. Especially since he told everyone that wasn't Daring, Luna, or Juniper that he wasn't going.

Fossil Stone used quite a bit of magic in his costume, using a variety of illusion spells to get the look just right. His mane, tail, and horn seemed to be gone, and his coat was turned completely white. Illusion spells also masked and distorted his facial features so his head looked like a ponyquin you'd see in a store window, but oddly blurred. Platform horseshoes added another three inches to his height. He wore a pressed white shirt with a perfectly tied thin black necktie. Along with that was a dark black jacket and pants, altered to be a little thinner in the limbs. The idea was the small alterations wouldn't be easily noticed by the conscious mind, and it would give the optical illusion that he was either taller or thinner than he really was. The final touch was something he had Princess Luna help him with. For this evening his magical aura would be black. With everything together Fossil Stone thought he made a rather terrifying Slenderpony, and he knew just who to scare first.

Cloaked in shadows so as to be hidden from view that stallion watched his prey. It had been easy enough to hunt it down what with her announcing to everypony that she was here. Not the type to rush things things, he was going to take some time and build up the oddity. Lucky for him, Vinyl had provided just the tool to use: Her own sound system.

Vinyl's speakers faded out for a moment then slowly the low hiss of static began to fade in and then fade out as steadily it came. It was faint and quick, lasting just long enough for her to notice the static and disappearing right after. The sound system would return to working like normal once the static was gone.

Fossil Stone watched his student from behind a tent, using the natural shadows along with some magically conjured darkness to make himself well concealed from any onlookers. Normally Fossil was very conservative with his magic, tonight he was going to let loose. Why have all that magic if he wasn't going to use it? With Vinyl's popularity he may even get the scare on some other ponies around her when he struck. For now he was just going to watch, and wait to make the next move.

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Mignon walked around the caravel grounds, taking in the sights and sound of Nightmare night. He was in shabby old rags, his body looking like it had been stitched together thanks to some basic illusion magic. Mignon's fur was covered in ashes and charcoal of wood he had burned earlier while making treats to give out tonight, free of charge. Behind him he pulled a old rickety cart that his father once used, but now Mignon used as his "body hauling" display cart. It had a Pre-Equestria look to it,those of a darker times , and a ominous radiance of blue flames shown from the lanterns that hung from both sides of the cart.

Mignon finally set the cart near where Vinyl would be performing, not close enough to the stage that he would bother others, but close enough to the hub of the carnival that he could give out his treats quick enough and enjoy some festivities himself. Mignon got behind the cart and started to speak with a little bit of a accent he made up "Come one, come all and try my nightmare night treats free of charge, courtesy of all the lovely ponies,stallions, and other creatures willing to give their bodies, assisting to make these though treats sweat, tears, and blood....lots of blood." Mignon chuckled, he usually wasn't one to start a conversation or try to stick out of a crowd, but nightmare night was something different. He wanted to give everyone a good time and enjoy the food he made, as well as give some scares. Also the assortment of different treats was more then last year. He had gummy eyeballs and brains with strawberry filling, intestine liquorish, changeling donuts that while having a sweet outside glaze had a sour black jelly filling, chocolate shaped in the form of bones, and then some non horror themed treats like pumpkin spice muffins,caramel apples, mini devils food cakes. Mignon looked around waiting for people to start taking from his treats, only one per person, but with nightmare night always being so busy he was sure he would go through them quickly.

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''It is told that Princess Luna herself is going to be present again this year.''

Subtle Swan couldn't believe how easy it had been easy to convince her mother to let her attend the Nightmare Night's celebrations in Ponyville. She had been prepared to hear arguments such as: 'Regal ponies such as we are do not participate in mundane country folk celebrations involving smearing our faces with horrible paint and behaving like children.' Mentioning royalty always created a conciliating effect on her mother.

Nightmare Night. At last. Since she was a filly, Subtle Swan always felt a bit jealous of the other colts and fillies who could go knocking from house to house, collecting candies, scaring each others, and especially having fun on a special night.

Somewhat disappointed being a bit too old to go trick-or-treating without other children to accompany her, Subtle Swan knew that there were many more activities she could do once she gets to Ponyville. She had heard there were many booths where children and older ponies alike could play games, haunted houses to explore, and even a small stage for musicians and story tellers. That last aspect gave her an idea: she could very well use her gift to project her thoughts to make a horror story 'come to life'. Having never once disguised for Nightmare Night, Subtle Swan didn't know what her costume should look like. Looking over her extensive beauty product collection, her gaze fixed on her unused white dye. A small smile spread on her face. ''Now I just need to have a look at the eye clinic,'' she said out loud.

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''...and blood....lots of blood. '' a stallion called not far to her right.

Thrilled by the oddity, Subtle Swan couldn't help but being drawn by the voice that promised such depravities. At first amused by the number of fillies and colts already swarming the cart, Subtle Swan gasped when she saw the dead-and-burned-yet-living stallion who held the cart. Chiding herself for being so spooked, Swan averted her gaze and looked to the numerous treats displayed on the cart. Lifting her hoof to take one, she then lowered it back to the ground; she could already warning hear her mother warning her that taking one would directly go to her flanks.

Leaving the the cart, she spotted a few fillies and colts hanging by an empty booth, talking to each others. Sensing the opportunity, she approached them and heard one of the colts say: ''They are just stories, you know, The Headless Horse never existed. You guys should know that.'' Hearing someone chuckle behind his back, the colt turned his head to see who was mocking him. ''What?! It IS true that they're just stor-WAAAAAAA!''

Before him stood a tall, white mare. She was wearing long black snake bracelets on her legs, and a long white flimsy dress. Her mane and her tail were long, straight, and also completely white. What frightened the colt wasn't her ghostly appearance, it was her gaze. Instead of the whites and colourful irises of other ponies, this mare's eyes were completely black orbs. The colt couldn't see light being reflected by her eyes; it was like gazing into a dark void. Even if he couldn't see her pupil, the colt knew that her gaze was fixed on his.

With a small mocking smile, Subtle Swan asked him in a soft, taunting voice: My, my my, not true huh? Are you so sure young colt? Not scared of them are you? A bold boast. However, I have been there, I have seen those stories happen before my eyes. Would you want me to show them to you? Would you want to see true terror?''
Slightly shaking, the colt backed a step from her, then looked around to see his friends looking at him, waiting for his answer.

Puffing his tiny chest, the colt boldly answered with a shaky voice: ''Y-y-yeah! I mean... Of course I want to see them. I am not a ch-chicken a-after all.''

Grinning, Subtle Swan answered: ''As you wish, brave young colt, but beware: stories can be dangerous to you in this world as well.''

Seeing that a few other disguised ponies had gathered to hear them, she slowly closed her eyes, and let her imagination roam free. Her horn lit. She could faintly hear gasps around her.

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Vinyl caught a look at Blueblood and gasped! It was him! The same stallion that she had met at last years Nightmare Night! She couldn't remember his name but she did remember that he had been a huge stick in the mud. So far he looked like a slightly smaller stick in the mud, which wasn't saying much to be honest. It was like comparing a tree to a slightly smaller tree. Vinyl would admit that based on his costume she would have guessed he might actually be sorta fun, but she couldn't imagine a pony from the real upper limits of Canterlot could change all too much, even in an entire year.

Still, she could see that this night was gonna be interesting thanks to the fancy stallion. Well, that and the pony beside him. She briefly wondered what kind of magic that was. She would ask Fossil stone about it later, those green flames had really sealed the deal. It had been a really cool thing to do, she was wondering if she could pull it off. She wasn't exactly sure how to make herself look like a werewolf. She didn't have the coat for it in her opinion, but this had made her really want to try it out.

"Hey!" she said to the two, mainly to Blueblood though, "You remember me from last year big guy?! I guarantee this year will be a billion times better, besides, I won't be scaring your flank off with a vampire outfit this time around." she said. "And other dude, nice way to take the spotli-" Vinyl stopped as her sound equipment acted up a bit. She was surprised. Even if it had been thrown together, Vinyl knew how to work her gear. She rarely made mistakes, a little bit of feedback could be disastrous for a concert.

"Well, uh," She paused...then decided it couldn't be anything too serious, she would figure it later. "Anyways!" Vinyl yelled, "Me and you are sticking together big guy." she said, nudging the prince. "OH! Whats that?!? Come on!" she said, running over to the treat cart and looking over several things before looking at the vendor, "So you can get DJ-P0n3 some extra snackage right?" she said with a, not actually visible thanks to her shades. "Sorry, just this onc-" she stopped. Vinyl was distracted by...well, anything really, but more specifically, she had been distracted by a mare putting on a show. A magic show. In other words, something else to ask her teacher about. "So cool." she said in a daze.

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Still in a trance, Subtle Swan focused on maintaining a mental image of the horror story she was inventing on the spot and the flow of energy emanating from her horn. When her performance was over, her legs nearly buckled; she was not used to cast her magic for such a long period of time. She heard some hooves clap all around her, filling her with pride.

However, soon enough, she heard some of the surrounding ponies whisper excitedly. She heard the words 'DJ' and 'Prince'. Curious, she opened her eyes, and could see that a few ponies were surrounding a trio of ponies, thrillingly calling out for their attention. She could only guess that some ponies had pretty neat costume. Enough to gather a crowd that is. Just as she was about to walk away with her unsteady legs from the small crowd, she heard the words: 'P0N-3' and 'Blueblood'. She froze in place. Could it be? No, she thought, that would be very unlikely; Ponyville isn't 'big' enough to guest two members of royalty and a famous DJ on the same occasion.

Being a tad taller than most ponies, she stretched her neck in order to see better. What she saw staggered her. From having seen her multiple times on posters all around Canterlot, Swan could easily recognize DJ-Pon3 herself. Even with all the neon lights in her head and the electronic gear she was wearing, there was no doubt; the white party unicorn was there before her. She shifted her head a bit and saw the bigger stallion next to her. Her mouth nearly dropped. Prince Blueblood. Himself. DISGUISED?! Having seen him from afar numerous times at galas and formal dinners, she had no trouble identifying the now-not-so-handsome stallion.

Giggling mentally, she could only anticipate her mother's reaction when she will tell her that she had personally met and talked with Prince Blueblood, Princess Luna, and a music star on the same night. As she was about to make her way in the crowd, she spotted a tuft of dark blond mane next to the left of the famous DJ. Swan tilted her head and saw a stallion, his vest shred, with what seemed claw marks on his fur. His vivid red eyes had a feral glow in them.

Intrigued, Swan began making her way among the now packed crowd. As she did so, she had to shift her head here and there to avoid collision with others. During one of those shifts, she could feel the air grow cold around her. Her eyes shifted, alarmed. Well in the back, among the trees, away from the light, she could barely make out the dark shape of....something tall, something evil. Her vision began to waver. She blinked, trying to clear her vision. The shape wasn't there anymore. Feeling now very weak from what she guessed was exhaustion, she began trembling helplessly. Only a vision, she thought. She told herself what she otherwise told the bold colt earlier: Stories aren't dangerous in this world.

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Many Ponies had passed by Mignon's cart of Nightmare Night treats. He already had to use some of the backup which was a surprise so early into the night, but that just meant that he could finish up sooner and enjoy the festivities himself. While giving out treats he did see one unicorn mare that while she looked at the cart turned away and hadn't returned. That kinda bummed him out, but cant please everypony. There were a lot of fillies and colts coming up to his cart daring each other to try some of the gorier stuff and that's when Mignon would put on his act about where he got the "bodies" to make these treats and give the kids the type of scare that they expect on nightmare night. Mignon wasn't always in ponyville so he didn't have many connections with the other ponies as well as the ones that are always here. He was a bit envious of that, but he loved to cook and travel. It also wasn't as if he was friendless, Mignon has acquaintances all over equestria, but nothing super close.

Mignon looked out to the crowd and saw someone sticking out in a white knight outfit, probably from canterlot since everything they do up there is grand and elegant.Then a weird noise came from the stage that startled him "What was tha.....". He heard some ponies voice and looked back in front of him "Oh you're Dj pon-3? Nice costume...." he wasn't really sure since he's never been to a DJ-Pon-3 concert or heard any music of hers if it really was DJ-Pon-3, for all he know it was someones costume of the DJ. He's been traveling a lot so occasionally he would see a poster or some sort of advertisement, but that was it. "Yeah, help yourself to as many treats as you want. They're free for everypony. Please enjoy....." Mignon was then also distracted by the light coming from across the way and noticed it was the unicorn mare that didn't take anything from his cart.

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Blueblood both inwardly and outwardly groaned as he found himself being approached by the DJ, now apparently robotic, pony. His interest in avoiding her had made him miss much of the rest of the chaos going around him. There was something about a werewolf costume or something nearby but, eh, he didn’t care. Instead, he focused on the slight inner dread building in him as the white-coated mare made her way over to him, as enthusiastic as he was annoyed.

”I believe I may have a recollection or two of you,” he replied as she started talking. At least it sounded like she wouldn’t focus on trying to scare him. Just in case, he would keep an eye on her, and his lance at the ready (because fake lances were absolutely useful that sort of thing).

”Yes, I am sure your company will be the absolute joy of my night,” he replied, not even attempting to hide the sarcasm as she ran off to look over the treats.

His instinct was to run, but he had begun to feel uneasy about something other than the prospect of his time being spent with the DJ. Something seemed kind of off about the surroundings, and on a night like this such things were not a good sig. Don Quihoofte costume or not, he was not about to get himself eaten by a monster or pranked. At least not by himself. So for now he grudgingly stuck with the mare as she prodded him about getting her treats.

Hmph, me, paying for her treats? If anything, she should be paying for mine as a reparation for making me suffer her presence…

Luckily there was no need to say anything as all the stuff was free. For now, however, he refrained from taking up that offer. Even if it had been a long time ago, he still held the same opinion of common carnival fare that he had held then.

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((Since I will mainly be doing things to try and spook ponies coughVinylcough don't wait for me to post))

Fossil Stone watched as a little gathering began to fill in around his student. Always the center attention. Oh well, more to scare! The author moved around so as he could still keep Vinyl Scratch in his sight while staying hidden. How to escalate things now? If he was going to get the ponies around Vinyl he would have to up the theatrics a little for them.

He knew Vinyl more than likely read the story, and she knew that much of his writings had been founded in facts. While this one had been pure fiction he hadn't put up a disclaimer saying it was total fiction, and he certainly hadn't told his student so. What good was a scary story when you knew it was fake? The key element of horror wasn't based in what was there, but rather what could be there. Was that flash of light in the darkness just the cat's eyes, or was it something much more sinister?

In the story the Slenderpony had mainly focused on children and adolescents. He would single his prey out, stalking it for a while, and then make his move. During the stalking period various ominous things would happen to the intended victim to wear at their nerves. In the story Daring Do had received warnings from the ghost of a previous victim. Fossil knew what to do, and quickly got to working his magical mojo.

The Unicorn concentrated on the three magical effects he would need to pull off the next set of scares. With a long whisper of power he sent his magic out to Vinyl again. A gentle, arctic, breeze blew past her and the group of ponies around her. As the bone chilling breeze passed briefly by Vinyl's neon hair darkened until it was just barely glowing like a glowstick in it's last minutes. The static flowed back into her speakers first as a gentles wave like before, but then a second wave of static rose up carrying a voice with it. "...coming for you..." The voice sounded like a little filly's said as a loud whisper. When the static receded Vinyl's hair was once again as vibrant as it had been before, and the chilly breeze had moved on away from the group.

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Double score!!!! Vinyl now had free food and the Prince still remembered her! He had gotten lucky. If the prince hadn't remembered Vinyl she never would have let him forget it, after making sure to remind him of who he was in the most boisterous and absolutely incredibly way possible. It probably would have involved many, many glow sticks and a few well timed musical numbers. It was too bad he avoided all that. It would have been fun.

Now she would have to just be her usual, slightly less, obnoxious self. "That's the spirit!!!" she ignored Blueblood's sarcasm without so much as a flinch. It might make her seem a bit dumb and thick skulled, but it also would make Blueblood feel even more hopeless and annoyed! She would enjoy that, not that Vinyl was super mean or anything. She fully intended on having Blueblood eventually enjoy the night ahead of him. It wouldn't be easy though, so if she ended up just annoying him...well...that would be his fault now wouldn't it? "Thanks for the free food brah!" she said with a smile "If you're ever at one of my shows just tell the bouncer snozzberry butt and you'll be alright." she added on.

"More importantly!!!" she suddenly yelled, much louder than her, usual, already loud, voice, "Miss magic mare!!!" she said, running over, several entire feet, to Subtle Swan. "What's your name sweet cheeks?!" she said, giving the mare a smile that was clearly a bit flirtatious. She even nudged the prince a little bit, trying to get him to comment. "What was that super neat magic you were doing?"

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Subtle Swan kept her gaze on the shadows of the trees where the shape had been earlier, feeling tense. Just what in Equestria was it?, she asked herself, And more importantly, where did it go? She vividly remembered the cold breeze she had felt when she first spotted it. I shouldn't stay here, she thought, who knows what-

"More importantly!!! Miss magic mare!!!" Vinyl yelled, startling her. She could see the now robotic musician mare approaching, staring intently at her intently. At first surprised, Swan mentally braced herself. Keep it together young filly, she reprimanded herself, now is not the time to act as a scared foal. She put up a confident smile; Now is the time to make a good first impression. Before she could properly greet her, the party mare exclaimed: "What's your name sweet cheeks?! What was that super neat magic you were doing?"
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Sweet… did she just call me… With her eyes wide open, she realized that the prince himself was next to Vinyl. He had heard it. There was no doubt. She could feel her face go red. So humiliating. To be called Sweet Cheeks before the prince himself…and..and everypony else! She wanted to run. She wanted to disappear. Yet, she stood her ground. No, they will not see me flinch, she told herself, A proper lady knows how to keep her head high.

Before answering Vinyl’s question, Swan smiled and bowed her head politely to the prince, acknowledging his rank. Still blushing from the comment, she faced the DJ once again, and said:''A pleasure to meet you Miss Scratch, I am Subtle Swan, of Canterlot. What you have seen is Thought Projection magic; I am able to focus mental images and project them. Especially useful on a night such as this one; horror stories are so much more thrilling when you can see them. It also helps me portraying my thoughts instead of getting caught in giving details after details without being understood.'' Why is she staring at me like that? Why did she call me Sweet Cheeks?! This is getting awkward, think of something to say, think of something to say!

''Could it be you have come here to provide us a show Miss Scratch? I’ve got to admit I never had the chance to assist one as reputed as yours. Could it be the reason as why our prince has come to the festivities?'' Hopefully the questions will make the two ponies forget the awkwardness of the situation, though she really doubted it.

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(bumps as well)