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// C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER 
// Story: Shift 
// by Silver Sea 
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"Wait... WHAT?"

What?

Seriously, what?

What.

...

...

*slump*

-The next morning-

*knock knock knock*

"Shift, it's time for your shift!"

Shit. Time? Noon. Location? Cakes bakery. Scenario? Time for work.

"Sorry, sir, didn't mean to sleep in, sir." I responded in my usual militaristic style, checked that I still had bones in me, and opened the door. (A shift may be cancelled by sleep.)

"Oh, Shift, you look a mess! Go clean yourself for work."

Clean myself for work?

What?

The closest thing I've ever been to clean is in canterlot. 

"Okay, sir. I'll just go get... Clean."

"In case you don't know, the bathroom is in the corner."

"Okay, sir."

-About a minute later-

But... How do I... Wait... Oh. Oh my.

-Another 10 minutes later-

"I'm... Ready." I spent the last 10 minutes showering and drying and puffing and combing. I don't know how they stand it. It's just a bunch of unnecessary touching.

"Good. Now, you need to get working right away! You're on the counter today." Mr. Cake pointed towards the shop's front counter, through a pair of swingy doors.

"Finally, we have some service!" About two ponies were waiting in line for orders.

"What do you want, sir?" I asked the pony what he wanted. He looked down at the selection of treats-

"3 pounds of chocolate fudge, on the way." I could tell. Trust me. That guy had a hankering for fudge, and I had no plans to push the service back any further. I reached under the counter, and brought roughly 3 pounds of fudge.

"How did you-"

"I read customers." I smell opinions.

The stallion handed me the bits and trotted off.

"Okay, a candy apple. Man, it's noon! Really! You should try our cold foods. Our chefs have a wonderful peach milkshake." It's called making customers happy. I try to do it.

"Hmm... I'll try it." I called for a milkshake and one was tossed to me. I'd like to say I caught it with my changeling sense, but we really only have 2 powers. It sucks. Of course, it's better than being a doppleganger! HOO-HA!

Another pony, one of the agents, looked at me and just nodded with a smirk on his face.

Yeah, we make doppleganger jokes. And they laugh about us. Shapeshifters are a bunch of warring jokers.

Anyway, another happy customer.

There I was, passing out food and drink and half-food-half-drink, when suddenly I realized.

I wasn't hungry. Not one bit. I hadn't purposefully been nibbling on every pony who ordered... I mean, some were in couples, and couples always taste GREAT...

My sweet chrysalis.

Somepony loves me.

Wat.

Waat.

What.