in a Space between time and Drake a creature is burn he is called trump and he knows what he has to do and does it created the universe in toilet.
11000103 YEARS later:
Mario was running to safe zone fast as possible trying best to stay alive drugs on his backpack.He did know that it was a bad idea entering the Pedo kindergarten and then among using make them wanted in 5 stars...He tryed to say he disagree with the plan of Mr.Bean but the guy didnt listen and now he is dead on the floor covered with his own blood,he did get killed by the cum police and died in pain.
it started very normal honetly mario was a normal student with good grades cool friends but one day Mr.Bean comed school as a teacher,Mario never forgetted that day.
Mr.Bean:Hey Maaaario wanna use the cum drug with meeeeeeeeee *fArTTtTtTTtTtTt*
Mario:İ dont know Mr.Bean isnt it illegal?
Mr.Bean:Oh noooooo dont worry
Mario:Okay
FLASHBACK ENDS:
Mr.Beast comed running
Mario:Fuck off jimmy this was part of your plan.
Mr.Beast:No No No why... why do you think i will want my brother dead Mario.
Mario:Maybe because you want to save the kris from Pedo kindergarten?!
Mr. Beast looked shocked, as if Mario found out a well-kept secret. He quickly tried to cover it up with a nervous laugh. "What? Wh-what are you talking about, Mario? That's ridiculous."
But Mario wasn't fooled. He had seen the truth, and he wasn't going to let Mr. Beast get away with it so easily. "Don't lie to me, Jimmy," he said, his voice growing more heated. "I know what you did."
Mr. Beast's expression softened, and he let out a deep sigh. It was clear that he couldn't deny the accusation any longer. "Alright, FINE!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. "Yes, I DID set up that whole plan. But you have to understand, I didn't have a choice! The...the thing took control of me."
"The thing being...?" Mario pressed.
Mr. Beast hesitated for a moment, reluctant to reveal the truth. But he knew he had no other option. "It's...it's Trump," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mario couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Trump? Like...the former President of the United States?" he asked, dumbfounded.
Mr. Beast nodded, taking a deep breath to prepare himself for the tale he was about to recount. He took a seat on the floor, gesturing for Mario to do the same. "You'd better have a seat for this one," he said, his voice cracking.
2 WEEKS BEFORE EVERYTHİNG:
Trump was flying in nothing, creating new universes and Eipstein islands whan he heared a chicken noise and tryed to dodge the attack coming at light speed.He looked at the enemy... ADOLF CHİCKENTLER attacked donald trump and throwed him a right punch throwing him to Saturn.
Hitler's punch sent Trump sprawling, hurtling through space towards the massive gas planet. As he crashed into Saturn's atmosphere, the force of the impact created a massive shockwave, sending gases and debris shooting through the void.
Trump, disoriented and bruised, struggled to regain his bearings. He glanced around, trying to figure out where he was and what the hell had just happened.
"What on earth... or rather, what on Saturn... was that?" he muttered, rubbing his jaw.
Suddenly, a loud banging echoed through the planet's atmosphere. It was a rhythmic thump, like that of a bass drum. Trump's head snapped towards the source of the noise.
"What in the name of all that's orange...?" he muttered, his eyes narrowing. The banging grew louder and louder, shaking the very planet itself.
Trump braced himself as best as he could, knowing that whatever was coming would be nothing less than cataclysmic.Out of the darkness, a massive shape materialized. It was a giant, golden drum the size of a small city, and there, atop it like a throne, sat Hitler, his face twisted into a sinister grin.
"Well well well, if it isn't my old buddy, Trump!" Hitler bellowed, his voice booming through the atmosphere. "Long time, no see!"
Out of the darkness, a massive shape materialized. It was a giant, golden drum the size of a small city, and there, atop it like a throne, sat Hitler, his face twisted into a sinister grin.
"Well well well, if it isn't my old buddy, Trump!" Hitler bellowed, his voice booming through the atmosphere. "Long time, no see!"
Hitler chuckled, his voice dripping with malevolent satisfaction. "Oh, you know me, Trumpie boy. I just have a penchant for making grand entrances." He leaned forward, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Now, I have a question for you..."
Trump, feeling uneasy but trying to maintain his composure, rolled his eyes. "Oh, here it comes. Lay it on me, Adolf."
Hitler's grin widened, showing off his golden teeth. "You know, Trump, ever since we last parted ways, I've been thinking a lot about our old business ventures together."
Trump scoffed. "What business ventures? You tried to kill me!"
Hitler chuckled. "Oh, come now, don't be so dramatic. Our partnership was quite lucrative, if I recall correctly."
Donald crossed his arms, his face beginning to turn a familiar shade of orange. "What are you getting at, Hitler?"
Hitler leaned back on his throne, his expression becoming more serious. "Well, I've been considering... extending the partnership."
Trump's eyes widened slightly, surprised by the unexpected offer. "You...want to work with me again?"
Hitler nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving Trump's. "Indeed. But this time, the terms would be a little... different."
Trump raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Different how?"
Hitler's smile was almost sinister. "Oh, just a few small adjustments. Instead of the old 50-50 arrangement, I think that a 90-10 split would be more equitable."
Trump immediately bristled at the proposition. "90-10? Are you nuts?"
Hitler chuckled, seeming to relish in Trump's annoyance. "Don't fret, Trumpie. I have something that might sweeten the deal..."
Trump grumbled, his arms still crossed in irritation. "What could possibly make that deal any sweeter?"
Hitler's smirk broadened. "Have you ever considered the potential market for... golden poop?"
Trump's eyes widened in horror and confusion. "Golden... waste? Are you serious?"
Hitler couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh. "Oh, completely. You see, there are some... unique individuals out there who would be willing to pay a small fortune for the excrement of a former preside.
Trump:Hitler you should be kidding me that much power shall never get to the hands of a mortal!!
Hitler:Oh why not you little white boy is there something wrong with that...
Trump:Aint na way Eipstein let me fuck underage children after this!!!
Hitler:Oh my my white boy did nobody telled you... Eipstein is already in the prison!
Trump:wha... no... no you are lying aint na waaaaaayyy
Hitler:i am not lying and you know that.Now give me the golden poop or meet your end!!!!
Hitler lungs at Trump using he's special attack 1001 KFC and kills the trump but at his last effort trump was able to teleport himself into a Super Smash Bros. game.Steve notices the bleeding Trump and tells other fighters to stop.
There were Steve,Sans the skeleton,Banzo buddy and Zelda looking at Trumps body questioning where it came from.
Zelda:uh sir are you okay?
Trump:Uhhh... there is no time to explain *cought* the future of the hyperverse is on your hands take that.
Zelda:what is that?
Trump:a map *cought* to the golden poop
Zelda:Ughhhhh
Trump:*DİES*
Zelda:oh shit what do we do now?
Sans:We need to find that golden poop bud
Banzo:Okay but how we cant travel hyperverse?
Steve:
Sans:but i know someone who can.He's name is Walter Black he sells drugs to kids at dessert of Monthanna he can help us lets go.
*Epic teleport effect*
The group found themselves standing in the middle of the desert of Monthanna. The surroundings were vast and desolate, save for a single building in the distance.
Zelda: Uh...is that it?
Steve:
Sans: chuckling Heh, this oughta be interesting.
Banzo: I have a bad feeling about this...
As they walked closer to the building, they could hear music playing from inside.
Zelda: Is that... classical music?
Sans chuckled and said, "Looks like Walter's got eccentric taste."
They approached the door and Steve knocked loudly. A few seconds later, the door creaked open, revealing Walter Brown himself, a tall balding man with a sinister smile.
Walter: "Well, well, what do we have here? A group of unexpected guests. What can I do for you?"
Walter leaned against the door frame, eyeing the group with a mixture of curiosity and mockery.
Walter: "And why do you kiddos need my assistance? You here to get high on my drugs or something?"
Steve spoke up bravely, trying to keep his composure.
Steve:
Walter raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
Walter: "Oh? And what might that be?"
Sans chimed in, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Sans: "Oh, just a little something called the Golden Poop."
Walter's eyes widened slightly, his interest piqued.
Walter: "Golden Poop, huh? And what are you youngsters planning to do with that?"
Zelda stepped forward, her determined expression mirroring the group's resolve.
Zelda: "We're trying to prevent a major disaster in the Hyperverse."
Walter chuckled, clearly amused by the group's noble yet naive intention.
Walter: "Well, well, I see we have a bunch of little heroes here. But what's in it for me?"
Banzo, always the practical one, spoke up next.
Banzo: "We can pay you handsomely if you help us."
Walter smirks, recognizing the importance of the Golden Poop.
Walter: "Ah, I see. So this Golden Poop belongs to the former president, eh? And you kiddos want to get your hands on it for some grand cause?"
Sans shrugged nonchalantly.
Sans: "More or less. We don't want it for ourselves. We just want to prevent something bad from happening."
Walter leans back, contemplating the situation.
Walter: "And what's in it for me, exactly? I'm not risking my neck for nothing."
Steve steps forward, looking Walter straight in the eye
Steve:
Walter strokes his chin, pretending to consider the offer.
Walter leaned closer, his expression growing serious.
Walter: "You know Trump is a racist piece of shit i was making cum drugs as always but then walter white comed here destroyed everything stealed my recipe and trump didnt even care because i am black and he is white!
Zelda:shut up niga
Walter:Okay okay but i have one reguest for this...
Banzo:what?
Walter:Skibidi Bidens Booty
Sans:so you want to Bang a toliet version of biden...isn't that GAY?
Walter:Okay...Give me frisk from your universe then!!
Sans:Underage you little fuc-
Walter:Okay Okay Pregnant matpat deal?
Sans:Deal
Zelda:But where we can find Pregnant matpat isnt he retired?
Steve:
Zelda:Oh good idea we could find him in the Freddy's lahmacun shop.
Steve: grins
Sans: chuckles Well, that's one way to find Pregnant MatPat!
Zelda: scoffs Yeah, if he's even there.
Banzo: shrugs Let's give it a shot though, right?
Walter: smirks Definitely. I want that golden poop and Frisk.
The group sets off towards Freddy's lahmacun shop, excitement and determination in their steps.
They finally arrive at Freddy's lahmacun shop, and they enter the bustling restaurant. Patrons are enjoying their food, and the staff are busy preparing orders.
Steve: looks around There are a lot of people here... how are we going to find Pregnant MatPat?
Sans: scans the room He's probably in the kitchen or something...
a sound comes from the back
'ARE YOU GUYS LOOKİNG FOR ME BY CHANCE'