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Bakushin sped into her Trainer's dorm, leaving a baffled (but resigned) man in her wake as she found her way to his fridge. A carton of eggs sat there, still perfectly in the box, probably bought just that morning. She took it out, to her Trainer's puzzlement.
Jordan had mentioned something about cracking eggs, but by how much? And which egg?
Well, like all good things, it would probably be fine if she did it fast. She picked up the first egg.
It shattered against the ground at a speed enviable to baseball pitchers.
"Bakushin, what–"
The second egg joined the first quickly, interrupting Trainer's question. Then the third.
"H-Hey, I need those, why are you do–"
SMASH; SMASH; SMASH went another three eggs. At this point, Trainer was reaching forward to try and stop her, but seemed too afraid to slip on the egg yolk on the ground.
Lucky number seven smashes into the ground, and a startled, high-pitched yelp draws Bakushin from her reverie. Before her stands an umamusume, dark pink hair matching the deep pink of sakura-filled irises. Her face is drained of all blood as she looks down at herself, and her suddenly ill-fitting clothes. Her ears stand to attention, and after a moment, her tail begins to wag at proper Bakushin speeds.
"Wha– how– why– ...HUH?!"
"There we go! Hope that helps, Trainer-chan! See you tomorrow!" Bakushin bakushins out of the room, leaving a mess on the floor and an identity crisis behind her.