Evil Hiccups of doom (Republish of so you think you can dance)

I heard the door click, and lifted up my head. Miss Vinyl and Miss Octavia walked in. They were walking very close together. I didn't pounce on Miss Octavia, but I did pretend I was going to. Just me slinking over there sneakily caused Miss Octavia to hide behind Miss Scratch. Vinyl put a hoof to my mane and tussled it lightly. I looked up into her big magenta eyes.

"Now quit that." She scolded. I righted my posture and gave Miss Vinyl a big grin.

"Yes Ma'am." I could catch me a Octavia for dinner later. I nuzzled Miss Scratch's leg in deference to her authority. Her leg is sooo warm! I opened my mouth to tell her about how warm her legs were.

"Hic," ... What was that!?

"hic" Ohh my goodness! Am I sick am I dying?! I rolled onto my back to better hold my snout between my hooves.

"Hic" It happened again. I had to be dieing! I'm too young to die!

"hic" I looked up to mom Miss Scratch.... I looked up to Miss Scratch with my eyes wide in fear.

"hic" Maybe she could help.

"Hic" "Hic" Now we both had it! Ohh no, me and Miss Scratch are going to die! I don't want Miss Scratch to die!

"Hic" "hic" Miss Scratch didn't looked scared. maybe I was over reacting?

"hic" "hic" Miss Scratch was looking at Miss Octavia with a questioning look in her eyes. Octavia said something rather random in rsponse,

"Your Mother."

"Hic" "hic" Miss Scratch looked fearfully at her own snout as she hic...cupped?... hiccuped again. What did her mother have to do with coughing?

"Hic" "Hic" The Nurse pony looked into the room concernedly. She was supposed to help ponies get better right? I gave her my biggest 'for the love of Celestia help me' eyes.

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It had taken Octavia and the red faced nurse Tender Care a full half hour to cure Vinyl's hiccups, and another one to cure the foal's hiccups. Those foal's hiccups, while diabetically cute, were scary in their staying power. The thing had fallen asleep, but somehow managed to keep hiccuping for a while after.

Now both of the afflicted ponies were asleep. Sadly the foal was sleeping rather fitfully. Octavia hoped that ze and Vinyl had made progress in picking a name. ze was very feminine despite its... equipment.

it obviously wouldn't appreciate a last name like philharmonica with its musical tastes, but Scratch was really hard to create a name around... Wait did the foal move??

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"Hello?"..." I... I!!! I DIDN'T HICCUP!!!! YAAAAAAA..." Ohh my gosh they were gone! My curse had been lifted! I... I! I really felt like moving, so I did! I jumped off the bed as fast as I could, and I just ran. I ran and ran and ran in a little circle. Again and again the bed and a grey blur passed by. The room was rather small. "AAAAAAAAAAAA" I really should thank Miss Octavia. It took two more laps, but then I noticed the gray blur that was her. "AAAAAAAYYYYYyyyy.... "

Miss Octavia was covering her ears with her hooves. "Ohh was that too loud... I'm ohh so very sorry" owww my head felt like it was being introduced to a hammer at high speed, repeatedly. "I ... I ... I think I should change some things while my mind is in this state." I wait what??... Miss Octavia looked at me like I was crazy, but it started to make sense! I had to make something anything lots of things right now! A cat of nine tails struck my back and face, but there wasn't any here it was all just me. Then I saw it. My horn was back!  What to make?? Ohh!

The hammers of my head gave me a beautiful idea! I glowed off a hunk of metal off of a nearby table, taking it into the light I forced my glow into a lens and heated the metal. It melted beautifully! The sun was constant and steady. It lacked any of the normal fluctuations... and spot thingies... wait FOCUS!

Slowly I glowed the now liquid metal, and glowed it into a familiar shape. It was long and sleek. It was pointed, and ... dangerous! It had two edges for most of its length, then it became rounded, into a handle? It was a... SWORD!!!!

I cooled the steel, and watched as it took its shape. There was one more thing it needed though. It needed words, words of power to match the edges. I pressed the proper ruins into its blade.

"Sverð Fæddur Frá Hugmynd!, til ære for Vinland!" I let loose my vocal cords! I cried out my creation's name so that all could hear it! I... I... I felt like a million knives were being driven deep into my skull. Very inconsiderate knives that were taking there time. What was a knippphhhhheeeee....?

I blacked out