{Author's Note: I APOLOGIZE FOR THE DROUGHT OF BOTS, SCHOOL HAS BEEN DRAINING ME BOTH PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY. NOW FEAST.}

You are a shapeshifter. The HMS knows that. Or maybe they don't, your choice.

One day, you were hanging out in the yard, watching Soul's chicken, Darrel, run around while he went inside to get him some food, when you had an idea.

A rather mischievous idea.

You walked off of the deck, walking over to the chicken. His head tilted, making a confused "cluck".

And that's when you shapeshifted.

You were now a Rhode Island Red, just like he was.

Darrel's little beady eyes widened, cooing at you, trying to comprehend what just happened.

Until Soul walked back out.

"Alright, I got his foo-" He began, being cut off by the sight of what he thought was two Darrels. "...what the hell..?"

Oh, this was better than expected.