Do you remember this place?

Yeah...woah...yeah…! I remember this! This was one of my first raves ever! Whoooooaaaa! How did you—? How did we—

She pauses, looking around. Lamarus has disappeared.

Lamarus?

She walks forward, taking in the memory.

(To herself) ...How did I get here?!

Then, she sees the shadow of her former self, in the distance—she is enamoured by seeing herself.

Dubstep plays, as ravers dance and play in the warehouse.

—Wait…is this…it can't be…

Her former self heads outside—she follows her.

Her former self looks around hesitantly, nervously scanning the grounds in search of something, or someone—she looks lost.

Oh *yeah*...

Her former self sits on a tree stump, slumped with her head propped up over her knees, squeezing her round face as she sort of pouts. She sighs, then—a boy smacks her shoulder, as he runs up from behind.

Bryce! Doooood—*there* you are!

Oh my God, Bryce…!

Here I am!

He grabs her hands, swinging her up, as they swing into a circle, spinning and gaining speed—until they both fall, laughing—her glassing fling off of her face, as she hits the ground, leaves crunching under her.

I was so *fat*...

As she lay on the ground, staring up at the stars, the world spinning—a bass drop shakes the warehouse, even rustling through the trees outside—

Are you okay?

She chuckles.

Yeah.

He helps her up.

Thanks.

More bass—inside, the party has gotten even more wild—familiar music plays—back outside, she and Bryce walk along the back of the building, as she produces a pack of Marlboro Smooth 100s from her jacket

Can I have one?

Uh—it's my lucky…

Oh—nevermind.

No, no—we can share it.

You sure?

Yeah, dude.

Sweet, thanks. Oh—here.

He produces a lighter, from the pocket of his skinny jeans, lighting the cigarette for her as she shields the flame from the wind.

Thanks.

They lean against the slde of the building, then slide down to sit, in sync. She blows out a puff of smoke, takes another drag, holding it in briefly, then passes the cigarette to Bryce.

What time do you have to be home?

He takes a drag, then blows it back out, answering her.

11:30.

She looks at her phone (an old school phone with slide out keyboard), as she illuminates the screen, the digital clock turns from 1:10 to 1:11.

She tilts the screen his way, they both begin to laugh.

From a distance, she lurks in the bushes, watching herself and Bryce. Lamarus reappears, startling her.

Oh, my God—

Yes—oh my God.

—what the—how are you doing this? What are we doing here?

—you don't remember this?

Yes—of course I remember it, I just never really think about it, it was so long ago—are we in my memory?

We're in *a* memory, yes—but it's not just yours. Each and every being here has their own memory of that night—including my Master.

—your master—what the? *WHO* is your master, anyway? And—why would he be in my memory?

—*A* memory.

—*my* memory. I've been reliving it since you disappeared.

—I didn't disappear, I can't. I've been here the entire time—I was *always* here. Literally.

But—

—And it's not just *your* memory—this is in *my* memory, and in my Master's—

That's impossible! I don't know your master, I've never seen you in my *life* before today, and this...this is clearly *my* memory, because there I am, right over there—

Right over where?

She looks through the bushes—but Bryce and herself are gone.

What the—

She stands up, standing above the bush, looking on in disbelief, then looking back behind her. Lamarus has disappeared.

FUCK!

She heads towards the warehouse.

The rave has grown into quite the wild party. She moves through the dancing crowd, steps over circles of people playing games, making out, reading palms, playing Ouija boards; making her way through the smoky, room, as strobes flash wildly to the music, which is familiar but distant in her memory. Then, as she approaches the center of the dance floor, a familiar song begins to play, it is “My Name Is Skrillex”, with an elongated intro, as we see her literally discover herself.

...No way…

She squints through the smoky haze to try to see the DJ booth, where the silhouette of a young Skrillex graces the decks, puffing on a cigarette.

...No fucking *way*...is *that*...is *this*...?

Lamarus reappears, popping out of nowhere.

AAHH. ((Real Monsters))

See?!

See—*what?!*

You still don't remember?

...Remember…?

The first portal. This is the night we met. You, and my Master.

Portal, what portal? We've never met—I don't know your Master, and this is getting strange—because, if I remember correctly—

If *I* remember correctly—

This was the first time I heard...

He holds out his arms, waiting to receive it.

She squints at him, realizing herself.

No.

What?

Just no.

What?

This isn't happening.

What? It already happened.

No.

Can't be undone.

Stop following me.

I can't, I am bound to you.

Bind yourself to someone else.

I am.

Oh yeah—who?

My master.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

No, for goodness' sake. He needs you.

I told you, dude—I don't know who *he* is. I don't know who *you* are, I *don't* know who your “master” is...and at this point, I don't even know if I know who *I* am.

You are S Ū P A C R E E.

I'm not super *anything* right now, except fucking *pissed* and sort of nauseous—I wanna go home.

You are home.

No. I want to go back. Take me back.

I did—look—*listen*—

No, you listen to *me*—I've been listening to you for...for...for—-

An entire decade.

Tssshh. I've barely known you ten minutes, let alone ten fuckibg years.

10 years is the amount of time you've been listening to me—I've known you nearly my entire existence...

Right.

I *am* right. You know me me

I know nothing.

Leave you? I can't—

You can. Promise.

Promises.

You can—

Eat shit and Fucking Die?

I wish you'd stop.

*Stop*

Really though, knock it the fuck off.

Psh...you really don't remember me... do you?

No.

She sits by the edge of the pond, looking at the moonlight in the reflection, letting out a sigh.

His voice changes, as he morphs behind her into another being, which she doesn't seem to notice.

Well...what if I sounded like this?

His voice is familiar, but she doesn't know how. She remains distant, looking up at the night sky, then back down at the water, as a slight reflection appears in the pond.

Look at me.

She turns around, to see SONNY/SKRILLEX standing behind her. It startles and shocks her into a breathless silence—she falls backwards into the water. .

She looks up at the surface, sinking down in slow motion—her eyes wide in disbelief, air escaping from her nose and mouth.

One of Lamarus's long tentacles reaches into the water, wrapping around her to retrieve her, pulling her toward the surface—as she gasps, a million memories flash forward and backwards, tearing through time and flashing through the voids and corridors of space.

*gasp* “ARE YOU OKAY?” ((echos))

_______________________

So you can just...change into whatever you want—whenever you want?

Whatever I *need*, sure. And, not just whenever...only when I have to, really.

...does it hurt?

No. Just takes a lot.

Yeah. Seems like it. That's...that's a cool power to have, though. I wish I could do something like that.

Psh. Are you serious?

Um like—I was, at first—but now I'm just trying to uhh...focus on the positives—

You're far more powerful than I'll ever be.

I have a hard time believing that.

You have a hard time believing anything, seems like—especially yourself.

I don't have powers.

But you do. You just don't use them.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah, Koolaid Man. That's…

...what?

That's...why they sent me—to help unlock your true potential.

A flash, as the world begins again, and we fade to white.

How long has it been?

Forever, Cree. Literally forever.

How can that be?

This is infinite.

Infinite—what, exactly?

Everything.

Everything—Everything?

Everything.

Everything.

Yes.

So… what am I supposed to do, now?

Anything.

Anything? I can't do anything.

You can.

I...can? How?

Just do it.

Do—what, anything?

Whatever you want to do.

...I want to do music.

Then, do it.

Might be a little too late for that.

It's never too late—if anything, I'd say you're Right On Time.

Oh, come on.

Really. You can do anything you put your mind to—music, especially.

You think?

It doesn't matter what I think—what do you think?

I think I think too much.

No such thing.

—Overthinker, INZO—

I love music.

Well then—Try It Out.

O...Kay. Imma try it out.

Ok.

((Try it out, SupaCree Mixx))