Everyone's a changeling. You, him, her, that. If it moves, it's a changeling. If it breathes, it's a changeling. If it's alive, it's a changeling.

And Chrysalis is utterly sick of it.

An attempt at following a silly concept into the deepest depths of its burrow. Kinda dark at the start. Mainly surreal for the rest.

Thanks go to Fredrick the Saiyan for the preread & plethora of helpful corrections and Firebirdbtops for... well, being him, I guess.