𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅱ [✓]

Let's Kill Hitler Pt. 2

The TARDIS is out of control.

"You've shot it! You shot my TARDIS! You shot the console!" the Doctor shouts as everyone grips onto the TARDIS, {Y/N} looks at the bullet hole.

"It's her fault!" Mels points to {Y/N}.

"Argh! How's it my fault?!" {Y/N} asks.

"You said guns didn't work in this place. You said we're in a state of temporal grace!"

"That was a clever lie, you idiot! Anyone could tell that was a clever lie!" the Doctor replies.

"Where are we?!" Amy shouts.

***

Berlin, 1938. A cleaner turns to watch a Nazi General walking down a corridor in the Reich Chancellory with a creak and click of gears. A man watches through its eyes on a bank of monitors.

"Ok, we like him."

"Costume want to know about the suit."

"Just colour and shape. Don't need anything detachable."

"Musculature good to go."

"That was quick."

"They're showing off. Art department wants to talk skin tone."

"Yes, I do. I don't trust the sensors, I want to take a look myself."

"We're in a hurry. We're not trying to win an award."

"Yeah, that's what you said when we made Rasputin green."

"Ok, get your fat one up there. Run!"

"Yes, Captain."

"Harriet's going to eyeball. Everyone else, good to go, please."

*Office*

The General is going through a filing cabinet when the cleaner enters.

"What do you want? What are you doing?" the General asks.

***

"Musculature online."

"Five foot eleven, confirmed" the cleaner grows to the same height as the General.

"Harriet, are you up there yet?" Harriet's wrist monitor goes red.

"Welcome. You are unauthorised. Your death will now be implemented."

"Harriet, have you updated your privileges?"

"Yes, of course, I have" the monitor turns green again.

"Look, I'm staff, see? Look, staff!" Harriet says.

"You are authorised. Your existence will continue."

*Office*

"I don't understand" the cleaner's overalls transform into a replica of the General's uniform.

***

"Harriet, shift!"

"Five seconds to eyeball" Harriet replies as she opens the internal shield and looks out of the pupil "shades forty-four to eighty-nine, peaking at sixty. Standard density. He's sweating a bit, so compensate."

*Office*

"What are you?" the General asks.

***

"All hands, prepare for tessellation. Prepare for tessellation" the cleaner transforms into a duplicate General. He slumps back against the filing cabinet as the double reaches for him and takes his glasses "ok, clean up" a beam of light from the eye and transports the General onto the eye level catwalk.

"Argh!"

"Who is he?"

"Eric Zimmerman. Loyal member of the Nazi Party. Guilty of Category Three hate crimes."