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The universe-travelling machine (UTM for short) had always made Hitler a bit sick, but now the feeling in his stomach he couldn't quite describe wasn't because of how nauseous the journey made him.
He was nervous. Probably as nervous as he'd been during his encounter with Spongebob earlier. The rapid beating of his heart inside his chest and the sweat trickling down his face didn't help one bit.
All he could think about was what Cartman suggested. His plan played in his head on an eternal loop.
"We have to infiltrate Freddy Fazbear's Pizza to gather information to shut it down somehow. That way Afton will be too distracted trying to figure out what happened which gives us time with the animatronics. Hopefully they'll hear us out when we say that we're against Afton.
One of us would have to disguise themselves as a random night guard who's just trying to make a quick buck and survive the night. Not just anyone, though. Sonic, Sans, Plankton and I have much too distinctive appearances and so if we were to go we'd get caught almost instantly. It can only be you, Hitler. All we'd need to to is adjust your hair and give you some contacts. Meet us back here at the end of every shift. I can really only hope you're skilled enough to make it through all five nights at freddy's."
Hitler sighed as the doors to the UTM slowly creaked open.
"Here, take this," Sans said, tossing him what seemed to be a walkie-talkie. "Good luck out there, pal."
Hitler gave him a weak smile as he exited the UTM, clenching his plump, delicious cheeks.
He had to do this.
For himself. For his friends. And for the multiverse.
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The office was just as creepy as Hitler imagined, maybe even more. He took the nightshift, obviously, so it was dark.
Too dark.
And the dim light that dangled from the ceiling barely helped.
There was a poster of Freddy, Bonnie and Chica on the wall, with the word 'Celebrate!' at the top, and what seemed to be children's drawings of different animatronics to the left of the poster.
There were various TV-looking devices on the desk, which Hitler couldn't identify a purpose for, so he ignored them. Small pieces of litter were blown around by the fan's rapid whirring, and so scattering themselves on the floor.
Suddenly, an old-fashioned telephone that Hitler had somehow failed to notice rang, the noise echoing through the office.
He picked up the phone. There was a voicemail. An old one, probably.
Hitler honestly wasn't listening, his attention drawn to the tablet, displaying the security camera footage of the pizzeria. He really only heard something about the animatronics getting quirky at night, which Hitler knew all too well.
He looked over to the clock.
1:00 AM.
As if on cue, Bonnie disappeared from the main stage, Hitler's eyes widening in response.
He didn't bother to check the cameras. Hitler had to talk to the animatronics, whichever one was irrelevant.
Exhaling, he looked to his left and turned on the light for the door, and as Hitler expected, Bonnie stood there, frozen.
"Wait a second..I think I know that moustache.." Bonnie narrowed his eyes, analysing Hitler's face. "No way! Is that you, Hitler?"
Hitler sighed then chuckled, looking to the side awkwardly.
"Yup. It's me.." His face suddenly grew serious. "But let's to go to the main stage. I need to talk to all the animatronics."
Bonnie stared at him for a second, but then agreed without further hesitation, a feeling in his robot stomach telling him this was important.
Once they reached the main stage, Bonnie gathered Freddy, Chica and Foxy, patiently awaiting an explanation.
"Alright. I suppose you're waiting for me to tell you what's going on.." Hitler began, standing in front of freddy and the gang, taking off his wig. Sighing, he continued. "Spongebob and Afton are back. And we don't know what their goal is. Me and Sans had an encounter with him and I fear we might be in danger again."
The animatronics shared concerned glances, freddy then speaking up.
"Well, we'll help no matter what, right gang? We still won't forgive Afton for what he did to us and all the other children."
The rest of the gang nodded in unanimous agreement, to Hitler's relief.
"I'm glad..But for you to help as much as possible, you'll have to come to the Chum Bucket. Sans, Sonic, Plankton and Cartman are all waiting for us there."
"Wait a second.." Foxy questioned, a skeptical look on his face. "I thought all the UTMs were destroyed in the Bikini Bottom Brawl?"
Hitler knew this question would come up. "We used some scrap materials to craft a new one. As far as we know, it's the last one in the multiverse. Spongebob and his crew don't know about it."
With no more questions left to ask, Hitler, Freddy, Foxy, Chica and Bonnie headed back to the UTM to return to the Chum Bucket and complete the first step to defeating Spongebob once and for all.
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The door to the Chum Bucket let out an ear-splitting creak.
Man this thing needs some oil..seriously. Hitler thought, letting himself and freddy and the gang in after getting past the security systems.
"Hello? Sonic? Sans? Anyone here?" Hitler called out.
"Hitler?" It was Sonic. Did he really wait out here all this time? "Wow. You really went and got the whole animatronic gang, huh? Nice job."
Hitler felt his face growing a little red, looking down to mask his expression.
"Yeah...thanks Sonic.."
Freddy butted into the conversation. "Let's go meet the others. They're probably waiting for us."
"Uh huh. Let's go."