The morning sunlight reflected into the Bunker lightly, shining as everyone was asleep as usual. For some odd reason, Krebs lay down in an unusually fatigued state. Burgdorf had to nudge him up, and it was already 8:30 am in Hawaii.
Krebs groaned in confusion, asking "Huh? What was that touching me?" Burgdorf slowly smiled at him as he nudged Krebs once more, in a childishly naive fashion as though they've been playing a game.
Burgdorf looked at the unusually tired Krebs, saying "Happy birthday Hans!" Krebs couldn't help but to smile as a result from the happiness, and he hugged Burgdorf in exhaustion. Burgdorf was also smiling, as the cold wind cut in between the sparse space that slightly separated the two of them from being completely together. A hint of boredom was lurking in every corner for them, they sat in the room in an abnormally bored circumstance where they looked around seemingly aimlessly. A video popped up and went viral throughout the still trapped Bunker, and it finally reached out to the two of them. They tried to see what was going on, but the ReichTube website would just keep crashing. A text message finally shown up for them to see what the hassle was for, and when they opened it, it turned out to be a video of them.
Burgdorf murmured "I want to stop time and not let this happen, so badly." Krebs was befuddled when Burgdorf said that, remembering the day it all unfolded like crumpled paper being made into paper cranes.
Krebs sighed "I could remember when you touched me in my…" Burgdorf realized that Krebs stopped saying anything and noticed how his face turned redder than a tomato, making a subtle smirk as a delayed reaction. The day just seemed to be some 3 hours behind because of how insanely dark the clouds made the day seem, and Krebs grumbled in even more frustration as he got up. Burgdorf ran out the completely gone top of the Bunker in a heartbeat as far as Krebs' perspective goes, and the drunkard ran faster and faster. There seemed to be no avail to stopping his energy, what could happen seemed to rest in his fate as Krebs ran after him in a hurry out of complete and unstoppable fear.
Hitler had been lurking every corner of the Bunker in a crippling status of paranoia, his eyes flying in a more uninhibited form than pinballs in a malfunctioning game. Krebs and Burgdorf had to stop for a second, when he passed by their room. No one was there, and he continued to look around the whole bunker lost in a labyrinth in a war of his own mind. What had scared him the most was that he was trapped in the most twisted and complex war of his mind and that there had been no escape visible anywhere to be found, because he was in a constant fear that he would be ran over and couldn't sleep after snapping out of his dream. He punched against the wall in blind age, without realizing that he had his pencil of doom to oust the rage from his dream out. It slipped out, but someone just had to take it for the purpose of school when it dropped.
Somehow, that same mystery that had seemingly died was just in a serious comatose status and possessed as far as it had seemed. The mysterious entity ran off and went to school very quickly with their backpack dragging along, a loud thud could be heard. The mystery immediately got up and started to run even faster with the backpack on the back, pencil still clinging onto the hand.