 Dr. Bright materialized inside Hitler's bunker, wearing a full SS uniform and carrying a Walter P-38. He pulled a gun out of the holster and moved towards the steel door in front of him. Halt came a voice from behind. He spun around and leveled the pistol. In front of him was Dr. Simurian in a similar outfit, looking very confused. What the f*** are you doing here? Bright said, with a touch of anger in his voice. What? Who are you? Simurian's hand rested on his hip. Dr. Bright mother f***er, he told me I couldn't go back in time to kill baby Hitler, which was bull*** because I hadn't even told anyone I was considering it. Oh, right, I remember you now. There was a slight pause for several seconds. Bright's eyebrow raised. Why are you here? Simurian looked off the side. I'm here to stop you from killing Hitler. In his bunker, really? He's gonna be dead in minutes, even if I don't do anything. I'd have figured you ethics eggheads would be fine with that. Bright trailed off. Wait. They wouldn't send you to stop me. They'd send like an agent or something. A small tremor from the battle going on outside rumbled through the floor as the lights flickered. Well, I mean, obviously, but I was the only one available for bull***. Bright said, you're here to kill Hitler. I am, in fact, here to kill Hitler. Yes. Mother f***er, you're too late. I call dibs. When did you call dibs? Bright waved his gun in the air. Like just now? Like Simurian pierced his lips. You can't call dibs on killing Hitler. Bright shrugged. I mean, we could both kill Hitler? Simurian's nose scrunched up for a few seconds as he considered it. Right. How do we get through this door? The two of them looked at the door. It was made of steel with no visible hinges. Bright pointed at the door. I mean, we can just bash it down, right? They looked at each other and then turned and slammed the shoulders into the door. Both of them bounced off one after the other with a grunt and grimace. Bright clenched his teeth to speak. Okay, that's a strong door. Simurian grabbed his right shoulder with a gloved hand. Yup, strong door. Ah. I think maybe we need to coordinate better. If we hit it at the same time, we might get it. Simurian nodded. You want to go on three? They both read it themselves and Bright started to count. Okay. One. Two. Wait, wait. Simurian interrupted. Are we going on three or is it like one, two, three, go? We go on three. They got ready again and Bright counted. One. Two. Three. As they both put their shoulders into the door, they bounced off again. This time a loud crack came from the other side, a gunshot. Both of them closed their eyes and let the pain and failure wash over them. They just blown the only chance they had of the handle of the unlocked metal door turned. Dr. Clef in full SS uniform opened the door from the other side to see both Bright and Simurian reaching for their shoulders. Dr. Clef smiled widely. Were you guys here to kill Hitler? End of file. To learn more about the SCP Foundation, subscribe to SCP Orientation today and turn the notification bell on so you don't miss any of our videos.