[ WP ] A weeaboo travels back in time to kill Hitler , however he learns that Hitler 's actions lead to the creation of anime . He is now conflicted on what to do .

Bjorn sat across from Adolf Hitler. They were alone in his office in the Reichstag. The leader of Germany sat behind his fancy expensive wood desk sipping from a glass of champagne. It was 1936 and the National Socialist German Worker's Party nearly had full control of Germany. Bjorn was completely alone with Hitler. There were no bodyguards, no witnesses. He could've pulled out his Welrod and killed one of the worst war criminals to ever live and stopped the single deadliest conflict in human history before it ever could happen. He could've probably gotten away with it as well by jumping out the window and activating the time distortion device strapped to his left arm, underneath his fancy SS uniform. 
 
 He did n't. 
 
 `` Hans,'' Hitler addressed Bjorn by his German alias. `` I would like to thank you for all that you have done. You have been loyal to our cause from the very beginning. Our outstanding success would not have been possible with your contributions.'' 
 
 Bjorn had infiltrated the Nazi party right as they were picking up steam. He had intended to assassinate Hitler right in the middle of the Beer Hall Putsch. That was when the most terrifying thought occured to him and Bjorn found that he could no longer keep his rifle steadied. *Hitler was indirectly responsible for the creation of anime. * 
 
 Hitler smiled at Bjorn. He seemed honestly grateful for all that Bjorn had done. Bjorn wanted to throw up. `` I hope that you are finding your new position to your liking? We have something very important to talk about.'' Hitler opened one of the little drawers of his big fancy desk and took out a little folded up map. He unfolded it on the desk for Bjorn to see. 
 
 `` I want you to find a Final Solution to the Jewish Question,'' said Hitler. `` Deporting them is going to become infeasible soon enough. Himmler wanted to construct these'death camps' in some of our occupied territories where we could... ah... dispose of any undesirables efficiently and discretely. I did n't want to put this in Himmler's hands. You know how he can be sometimes. Considering your exemplary organisation skills, I want you at the head of this initiative.'' 
 
 Hitler jabbed one finger onto a nameless city in Czechoslovakia and continued, `` Now there were three primary locations that Himmler wanted to-'' 
 
 `` Um, mein Führur? ``, Bjorn meekly interjected, `` I might've eaten something that did n't exactly agreed with me. Can I please be excused for a minute?'' 
 
 Hitler stared at him coldly, scowling. `` Make it quick.'' 
 
 Bjorn rose from his chair and went for the thick mahogany door of the office. He powerwalked down the hall and through one of the many bathrooms. After bursting into a stall, he bent over and expulsed the contents of his lunch down the toilet. He leaned on the walls of the stall, trying to compose himself. Sweat gathered on his palms. He was never good in such stressful situations. 
 
 He looked down at his welrod pistol. Bjorn did n't remember unholstering it. He could still make this right. World War II has n't started yet. With a single shot, he could save the lives of sixty million people. 
 
 *Could he? * Without WWII Japan would never go into the deep economic depression which birthed *manga and anime and moe culture*. Bjorn was an otaku. He was a weeaboo. He had been obsessed with anime since he was a child. It defined his entire personality, he could n't imagine what he would be if he was n't a weeaboo. 
 
 Bjorn sat in a fetal position on the cold floor, asking himself a single question over and over. Could he? Could he betray what had given him and many others so much happiness? What he had dedicated his entire life to? Even if it was the just thing to do? 
 
 His shoulders slumped as he got up from the bathroom floor. He unfolded his left sleeve and removed the little time machine. Bjorn dashed it against the toilet. It shattered into multiple pieces and became inoperable. He threw the remains into the trash and exited the bathroom, dejected. Sixty million people would die in World War II. Bjorn would contribute directly to about Eleven million of those deaths. 
 
 Atleast his waifus would be safe. 

