July 1944
Hamburg, Germany
On a local street near a bakery

"Achtung! Achtung! All German citizens, Der Führer is making a speech! Der Führer speaks!" cried out a voice.

The local people of Hamburg diverted their attention towards the voice, noticing it belonged to a rather young boy dressed in a Hitler Youth uniform. The boy smiled from the attention he received and turned around, pointing to a motorcade behind him. Lo behold, the Father of the Fatherland himself was present in the motorcade, presenting himself in a most strong position. Der Führer held his head high and looked over the crowd, raising an eyebrow as if he was expecting something from the crowd. The crowd realized this and saluted him, to which he smiled and laughed at.

"Friends, citizens and fellow siblings! It is I, your leader, your Führer! Today is a beautiful day but with it I carry grave news. As you know, the Americans have already landed in the West and the Soviets continue to gain ground in the East. But I assure you that the fight is far from over! We are a strong people! We are a united people! Divided we are weak but united we are indestructible. We shall continue the fight for as long as we can, until every man has given his last breath to the struggle! This is because we, the German people, are a superior people. Nothing will stop us. Nothing will destroy us. Nothing will prevent us from prevailing! The Third Reich will continue to live as long as I live! The Third Reich will continue to live as long as you all live! The Third Reich will continue to live long after we all have lived!"

Der Führer held his hands high and held his words as he took several breaths. He looked over the now cheering crowd, and could see the hope and prosperity in their eyes. When he saw this hope and prosperity, Der Führer thought about all he had done for the German people. He had made Germany a world power, and he had unified their efforts against the Soviets and Americans! But there was a sinking feeling in his heart and at that moment he thought of all the Jews that he personally ordered to be executed. He thought about the guilt of what he had allowed to happen and in that moment of realization, he revealed to himself the real secret he tried to hide from himself. Germany was no longer his anymore. Germany belonged to the Nazi party and just like Germany, he was ensnared by the Nazi trap. Tears almost formed in Der Führer's eyes, for he knew that what he was doing was an absolute horror, an atrocity that will never be forgotten.

"I really tried helping them! I am a good guy! I am!" he pleaded to himself.

But Der Führer, no matter how hard he tried convincing himself, knew that he was the bad guy, that he was the evil in the world. There was so much that Der Führer had envisioned that would help the German people and humanity overall. There was so much he could have fixed in the world with his power! So much potential, so many opportunities to help the human race. But Der Führer, slowly with time, became consumed by the Nazi Party, a party he had created and became absorbed into the greater Nazi agenda.

"Never forget who you really are" he told himself, knowing that the other him would not listen.

And just like how he had predicted, the other him continued speaking, swaying the crowd in front of him in his favor.

"They are my minions. They are here to do my bidding. They are here to do what I want" his other side said to himself.

Deep down inside, Der Führer was still the young artist who set out to paint the world and show the world its wonders. The artist who, despite the struggles of life maintained a positive and energetic vigor and who set out to help others despite his own conditions. The world was tough to the artist but that was good; it made the artist tough. The world deprived the artist of friends. But that made the artist sociable. The world gave the artist fear. But what the artist made out of it was unexpected from the world; the artist made courage.

"Yes courage! It takes courage to do anything in this world! You know this more than anyone else!" the artist begged the other side, the cold dictator.

But the dictator did not respond. The dictator ignored the artist and left the artist in the darkness inside.

"No you can't! You can't do this to them! You can't! I won't let you!" the artist yelled at the dictator, his voice now fading into the background.

The dictator had already done it though. The people were already swayed in his favor. The people were at his bidding, and his only. The dictator, now present in front of the people gathered in front of the bakery, smiled and saluted the crowd, to which he received an uproar of support. Hate boiled in the dictator's eyes and anger embraced his devious smile; the world belonged to him and him only. There was nothing that anyone in the entire world could do..

Of course, not on Earth anyways.
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Unknown year
Near last departure zone, Ponyville, Equestria

"STIGGGGEELL!!!" yelled two voices, however both voices stopped as soon as they had started.

The voices belonged to two lifeforms; one a human and the other a pony. The human looked to be of Soviet origins and was dressed in a Red Army uniform while the pony herself was in an explorer outfit, complete with a dirty green shirt and pith helmet. The two of them looked at one another in shock, for they did not expect their arrival at this specific designation, at this specific time. As to add to their confusion, a equally confused voice called out to them.

"Dmitri? Daring Doo? Where did y'all go?" a mare called out to them and by the sound of it she was on the breaking point of crying.

Dmitri and Daring Doo turned their heads in shock to the voice and found it belonged to a mare with a braided mane and tail, and who was dressed in a pioneer outfit.

"A-annie? Is that you?" Daring Doo hesitantly asked, the sun shining in her eyes as she tried squinting at the mare in front of them.
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