"No," They both said.
Meanwhile, Azrael was dragged to where the Godmother.
"Sigh Heil," they said to the Godmother.
"Let her go," The Godmother said.
They did.
"Hello, Dolly," Azrael said.
"Hello, Scarlet," Dolly replied.
"So we meet again."
"Yes, so it seems."
"Dolly Hitler, The great-grand daugther of Adolf Hitler."
"Okay Theo, hand me the gags."
Chelsea gags the three guards.
"Look guys, I'm not actually going to hurt you. We're just going to tie you up and leave you in this cell for an undetermined length of time. Nothing too serious. Really, did they train you guys to be wusses or something? Square up. Anyway, Theo, are you done?"
Theo finished scanning their uniforms and faces. "Done."
"Great. Now we have some replica uniforms, complete with the serial numbers and masks. Theo and I will wear these uniforms, and we'll pose as young visitors from a Nazi training camp or something. Let's go. You guys got your weapons?"
"Cant believe we're being disguised as Nazis," Allison said. They got disguised as Nazis.
They were walking along, when ab actual Nazi walked up to them.
"Sieg Heil," They said to Allison and Vozreal as they did the Nazi Salute. Allison unwillingly did it back.
"Where are you taking those kids?" The Nazi asked them.
"To training camp?" Allison replied.
"What do you think this is? A universe where we Nazis lost WW2? These teenagers look like they already went through training when they were kids! They don't need extra training!"
FUCK! thought both Allison and Vozreal.
"Relax, Commander…" She studies his badge. "Carlandorsophegeus…? Anyway, they were joking. We're going over to check on some prisoners, it's our first day on the job. Now carry on with your duties, as you're supposed to."
"My name's just Carl, for short," The Nazi said, "Wait. Now that I think about it, I haven't seen you anywhere. Who are you?"
"That doesn't matter," Vozreal said, "What matters is where Scarlet Reaper is. Where is she?" He was persuading Carl.
"In the Tower, on the top floor, in room 145, talking to the Godmother."
"Thanks Commander Carl."
"Sieg Heil."
They went to where The Woman In The High Tower was, which was behind Carl. They went inside and went inside the elevator. They went to Floor 100, which was where Azrael and the Godmother was. They got out of the elevator. They went to room 145, and burst in.
"Hey!" Azrael shouted.
"Take them out!" The Godmother said to the Actual Nazi guards. Azrael's scythe was behind the Godmother's desk, above her.
Fortunately, The Nazis in this universe have the aim of a Stormtrooper. Allison killed the Nazis with her sword, up to the point where there was only one Nazi left in the room: Dolly Hitler, aka the Godmother.
"Any last words?" Vozreal and Allison said.
"Heil my great-grandpa!" And with that, Allison sliced her head off.
"Thanks," Azrael said.
"No problem, you would have done the same for me," Allison said as she unlocked Azrael's cuffs.
"Theo, did was 'witness manslaughter' on our adventure bucket list?"
"Actually, no, but 'touch a corpse' was. Well, I guess while we're here, we'll just pretend we're checking whether they're alive…"
They poked one of the still soldiers, who was, to put it bluntly, very dead.
Chelsea shuddered. "I thought it would be like… I have no idea what I expected. Okay, so what just happened? Could we have some kind of recap on why you were called Scarlet, which you said was your kid's name? Maybe we should get out of here first, then talk later."
"Lets get to the rip," Azrael said as she got her scythe down.
They teleported to where the hole was, which was in Nazi Paradox Vortex. Azrael found the hole and zipped it up.
"I use my daughters name here because my actual name here is also known as a criminal," Azrael explained. She opened up a portal to another universe, Universe T-76. And they left.
"Hey Theo, you know how I joked about getting a therapist yesterday? I think we might like, actually need one now. Anyway, Azrael, what'd you do to become a criminal? Kill Nazis or something?"
"No, I supported Jew and gay rights," Azrael said.
"Thats it?!?" Allison said.
"No, i also stolen classified documents."
"Oh,"
"I just drink Potato Beer if i need therapy for something horrifying. Depression, on the other hand, i go to an private therapist," Azrael addressed
"Well, it's good you're getting help. I would give advice but you're infinitely more experienced at existing than I am, so I don't know what I could bring to the plate that you haven't already experienced. Anyway, what's different about this universe?"
"Its unusual," Azrael said.
"T… what could that stand for? Tyrannosaurus rex? Ha, I wish," said Chelsea.
"I wouldn't rule it out…" Theo murmured, noticing what they happened to be standing in.
"The T universes are the seventh rarest type universe, with only two T-verses, the rarest being Z, with only 1 Z-verse. This universe's difference is that Genocide is committed every time the world is overpopulated, like a purge," Azrael said.
"Great! I feel secure now."
"No need for the sarcasm, Short Stack."
"Dude! There's a chance we could get utterly murderized any minute now. If I'm going to go out, it's going to be with a bad one-liner and you know it."
"Anyway, Azrael, how does all of this work for you? Do you have to reap souls across every dimension, or is there another one of you in some dimensions, or how does it work?"
"Don't worry, it's not overpopulated, yet. My brother, Grimm Reaper, does all the dirty work for all the neutral souls in all the universes."
"Well, well, well, now look what we have here!" A voice said. It sounded familiar, but in a bad way.
"Got them, boss," Another familiar voice said.
"Who are you?" Azrael asked.
"I'm Hewalo," Hewalo said as he appeared out of the shadows. He didn't look like Darkiplier, instead, he looked like Antisepticeye, but wearing Darkiplier's suit.
"I'm Bill Cipher, and you're in my DOMAIN!"
They looked around. Yep. They were in Gravity Falls.
"Fuck," Azrael, Allison, Vozreal.
"First order of business," Hewalo said as he put Chelsea and Theo in cuffs and chains, "Oh, and Chelsea and Theo? don't bother to escape those chains. They'll restrain you more the more you struggle.
"What's that look for, Vozreal?" Bill said, "You used to be one of us."
"I mean, I don't need to struggle to escape these. You really should-"
"Chelsea, don't give them any ideas!"
"Relax, Theo. We might be in a life or death situation, but it's like the third one today. Hey, Cornflake of Time and Space, you realize that this is all really losing impact. If you're trying intimidation, you probably should take some classes on psychology or something, because you're doing a crappy job. Speaking of crap, what's that over there?"
"Your tricks won't fool me, punny Mortals. You can only escape those cuffs when the person who put you in them releases you. No tools or Deus-ex-machina tomfuckery will help you. And, oh, by the way, I'll be taking those." Hewalo said as he telepathically grabbed all of Chelsea and Theo's tool and gadgets and everything in between, brought them towards him, lifted them in the air and closed his fist, thereby crushing the tools until they were merely sub-particles of atoms.
"Not so powerful without your tools, are you?" Bill said.
"I mean, at least I have my brain cells."
"You mean, your two brain cells."
"Hey, this is a no-judgment zone. Also, I still have my relaxed, unconcerned-for-my-own life, witty, mildly sarcastic attitude. That's something you'd have to pry out of my cold, dead soul!" Chelsea said, with an eerie cheerfulness.
"Seriously, she's not going to worry. You could disassemble our molecules and she'd still be quipping."
"Look, you might have infinite power or resources or something lame like that, but I've got a will and a way, so there's really nothing keeping me down. Except for self-deprecating jokes. Also, you're villains. Aren't you supposed to bore us to tears or sleep or whatever with a monologue? Why am I the one monologuing? Does that make you incompetent villains? Is this getting irritating? What's two plus two?"
"I'm not incompetent, I'm more intelligent than God herself. Also, I don't monologue because that's how the villain loses. I get to the point," Hewalo said, "Besides I know of one way to get you to shut the fuck up."
"Asking politely would actually get her to stop, without excessive means. Here, watch how the master does it. Chelsea, please shut your yaps."
…
Theo shrugs. "I guess we'll just be passive witnesses. Go on, we won't interrupt you."
"Just to make sure," Hewalo said, and with that, he ripped out Chelsea's throat, voicebox, and tongue from her body.
"What the fuck!?!" Vozreal screamed.
"Are you okay Chelsea?" Allison asked.
"It's on," Azrael said.
I am fine, Chelsea signed with ASL.
She's good, Theo mouthed. Don't worry. We can always fix that later.
Chelsea shrugged. Good one, she signed towards Bill. Though I thought you'd do worse, but if you don't mind, turning me to stone might be easier and more comfortable for all of us here.
Nope, Bill signed back, It's more fun if you are like this and not stone.
Azrael lunged at Hewalo and attempted to slice Hewalo in half. It barely made a dent.
"You're… you're not of this realm, are you?" Azrael asked.
"Nope. I am neither corporeal nor ethereal." Hewalo answered.
Meanwhile, Allison was telling Chelsea that she would heal her.
I will heal you, Allison signed to Chelsea.
"Let It Be Bright," Allison sang. A small white cloud appeared over Chelsea, healing her wounds and putting her throat, voicebox, and tongue back in place. It also gave back her tools in one piece.
Suddenly two people, out of nowhere, appeared
"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier, and welcome back to saving your lives," The first one said.
"TOP OF THE MORNING TO YA LADDIES, MY NAME IS JACKSEPTICEYE, and welcome back to saving the multiverse!"
the second one said.