| L E G E N D S: ICONS. |

On this day –and it had to be the day I had just go happened to be flush with ideas, filled with music and enough anger and angst to have thrown or smashed something The energy seated deep inside me wanted–needed to explode into a fit of fury and rage; but the calm forces of love and nature overtook and relaxed me–and though I envisioned myself tearing the world apart, I remained explicitly calm and collected, breathing in a shallow heap beneath my breath and through a layers of thick clothing, I walked alongside the pavement nearly wherever I was going with a stout and callous, yet not altogether unforgiving faith,my misjudgement of what had gathered around me in a collusion of

Dammit.

Fuck, I know I had it.

That's why I told you to complete the thought before searching the word.

Well, no going back now.

How could you even use a word to describe thisfeeling?

UGH.

no

Maybe it's not a word.

–and here it comes.

Maybe it's music.

Maybe it's–

Stillex

*Skrillex.

Right.

…Does that exist?

ITDOESEXIST.

Stop doing this.

Stop doing that.

What are you doing?

I'm working

On What.

My Problems.

I thought this was a different series.

IT was.

oh .

Now it's this one.

Which one is this?

The other one…

The other–??

GERALD.

Oh no. It's this dude.

TUrn this off.

NO

Turn it off NO.

TURN IT OFF. NOW.

Ok mom.

ok .

[shuts off lights]

…goodnight.

_-goodnight

–goodnight.

….

….

…..

TURN IT–

Now what happened?

Now we're in a black hole.

cute .

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

he's cute.

…\oh.

____

NOW IT”S THE NEXT PART.

Next part:

Welcome to multidimensionality, folks.

What is it.

This is it.

tater tots.

What?

gimme tater tots.

why .

#IT”SSEASON6BITCH.

HOW–

THis show's only been on for two years;

–yeah.

how does it have SIX SEASONS?

I HATE YOU.

–YUR FACE.

Where is Skrillex?

……….

……………

…

…

…?

Uh. you're welcome.

!x?

What?

GERALD.

What

Oh yeah, this dude exists apparently.

CHeck it 0utt.

What for?

I don't know, man. Just a feeling.

DOn't D0 ThiS in LA

ok .

DO THIS INSTEAD:

Jesus Christ Almighty!

Quick! I need a side hustle!

THE GODDESS PRISHNA

I just made $800 on a one minute video.

(Cool, keep it classy.)

But I wanna do the R-Rated Version.

IF it's a movie about Skrillex it's gonna be an R Rated Movie.

RATED NC-17?!

I'm sorry, guys.

IT”S RATED X?

WHAT?

Check this out.

What.

Some girl wrote a movie about Skrillex and the MPAA

GOOGLE SEARCH:

‘Who rates the movies?'

GOOGLE

MPAA

(See, I was right. )

tater tots.

ANYWAY.

Ugh,

Okay, now the novel part.

“I'm probably going to kill one of these dudes if I don't let out.”

The celibacy was paining me; I hadn't been myself at all lately much, besides at what was now my only job, after obstinately

GOOGLE

Are you sure you know what that means?

…

…

..

yes…

*this is how often I think about tater tots.

–stubbornly adhering to an opinion, purpose, or course in spite of reason, arguments, or persuasion. obstinate resistance to change. : not easily subdued, remedied, or removed.

right again.

“BLŪ” disappears.

(now back to the novel.)

alright .

The first time he wandered into the storefront, I of course immediately avoided any direct eye contact, as I typically did with any attractive Caucasian male, especially in thick glasses—not that I noticed who he was at all before Nick mentioned it—and not that I actually did believe Nick at all when he did; I had immediately looked away, anyhow, and rightly so.

“You remember that show Drake & Josh?” , asked Nick coyly, as the man exited

“What about it?” , I asked unassumingly

“That's that nigga Josh Bell”, he nodded—

“Oh”, I bawked, thinking twice to correct him, but instead opting to seem unaffected—mostly I thought he was lying, but it at least had sparked my imiagination enough to remember I had begun writing about Cosmo and Wanda's life after the conclusion of Fairly Oddparents, not yet having returned until now to inspiration—suddenly I was flooded with the remnants of a song I had once loved enough to keep on repeat, which I was of course prompted to listen to as soon as possible, and with which a story unfolded in front of my eyes and beneath my feet, as I left to work the next day with my then-newest mix ringing in my ears—and an actual narrative for Timmy Turner himself, now reaching middle age, as I was— and, to my suprise, a couple nights and a million lifetimes later, when the well dressed man caught my eye again, after having resisted the urge to waste a Google just to verify what may well have been a farse—God took the liberty of playing show-and-tell—and for some reason, it was his voice, along with a quick and striking once-over, that it was in fact once more—and rather than his stardom that made me nervous, it was perhaps more so that he was, in fact, extremely attractive, especially my type—and actually, probably at most—the overflow of things I had written and already published about him in my imaginary world—the place where I lived, but wasn't entirely sure anyone else was aware of.

His pink sweatshirt and ball cap tempted me to Google exactly what it was Timmy Turner used to wear—in my creative headspace, I thought to myself, blushing a little as he walked away, still swinging to the Detroit Drill music in the background

“What's Timmy Turner up to tonight?”

Perhaps it was my sex drive getting the better of me—I had wholeheartedly been indulging in the tater tots at the hot bar for three nights exactly—but at least I was back in the gym, where I listened over my mixes, playing over Timmy Turner by Desiigner, envisioning the Fairyless Timmy's trials, intermingling the fictional trademark into my multidimensional science fiction fantasy-action world—and somewhat hoping the real-life Drake has no way to creep into my ultra-conscience hyper sexual fantasies, disallowing my mind to run too wildly.

It was late at night, or rather, early in the morning—and I was just the girl at the smokeshop—meanwhile, in the fourth dimension, Timmy Turner was more than likely..

TIMMY TURNER

open the registers.

CASHIERS

Fuck that, bro—

—no, way, man

—on God—

TIMMY TURNER produces a Glock.

OH SHIT

—OH HELL NAW.

The cashiers raise their arms in surrender.

TIMMY TURNER

Now open the register.

—Alright man, ok

Oh, fuck, man—

[The cashiers obey his command—the registers spring open, clinging.]

TIMMY TURNER

Cool, now—in the bag.

CASHIERS

All of it?!

Come on, man.

TIMMY TURNER

Oh yeah, I want all that shit!

[He leaves, palming a soda on the way out.]

TIMMY TURNER

Suckas.

Timmy Turner- Acoustic Version, Various Artists

BLŪ / SUPACREE skates to work in the heart of downtown Los Angeles

3 weeks later:

Cosmo.

What.

Get up.

What. What do you want.

Get up.

Stop touching me!

No! Get up!

What?!

—just get up.

What is it?

It's Timmy.

TIMMY. TIMMY WHAT.

He made a wish.

He—he did?!

YES.

WHERE IS HE?

—I don't know.

INT/EXT. SMOKESHOP - 5:50 AM

GET LOW

It's too early for this.

Can I get some whippets?

Yes.

LEGENDS: EPISODE 3

“Hoes Love Whippets”

[The LA Standard]

Timmy, what happened?

...I don't remember.

The True Origins of the Bampheramphs are Unknown.

I know what they are.

No you don't--nobody knows.

Yah. I'm nobody.

*Running at exactly 140 BPM*

SAMMI! SAMMI! SAMMI!!

WHAT?

Listen to me!

I'm—listening to something else—

What is it?

Something more important.

That cannot be!

Why?!

LISTEN TO ME:

What?!

Something very strange is about to happen to you.

To me?

Yes, to you— I just said that.

Just making sure.

LISTEN TO ME:

I've been listening…

Bampheramph Camp

Welcome to your dwelling.

This is disgusting.

I don't care. I'm beat!

Yeah, me too.

Dibs on top!!!

Aw, no fair!

[he jumps onto the top bunk; amattress spring quickly protrudes from the top of the bed]

Oh, well, never mind.

[another camper opens the bathroom door, to find only the foundation of plumbing for a toilet]

Uhhh… where's the toilet?

(From afar)

It's...over here.

What.

You're welcome.

You're welcome?! For what!

Not all the cabins even have toilets.

That's seriously disturbing.

It's supposed to be—

And why is the bathtub separate from the toilet—

—or where the toilet should be—

Right—

Because— there are 43 of us in this quadrant; some of you are gonna have to shit and shower at the same time.

What!

43 of us?!

Are you blind?

There's like 16 of us!

I'm pretty sure there's only 9; we lost those guys.

[a group of dilapidated campers huddled in a pile]

Nah, they're alive… well, maybe like five of them.

[immediately, the front door swings open— a drove of campers come pouring in]

Alright guys, single file lines.

[not even close]

Perfect.

What the fuck.

Who are they?!

Who are you?

What the fuck!

There's 10 beds!

Learn to share.

Get off me!

GET OFF THE FLOOR.

Mm—no, probably not…

Ughuhhhuhhh—-

[blows gym whistle]

OH MY GOD!

THEN GET UP.

I'm so drunk.

I've been drunk for three days.

Flicker the lights.

I WANT MY MOM.

Too bad—she's with me!

Noooo!

The rise<> free your mind>< I still care

Cosmo and Wanda share stories of their lives as Fairies (before becoming Godparents) with their androgynous offspring.

Poof, this is reckless. You can't just go granting every wish he makes--

Why not?

One, It's dangerou--

He isn't evil.

Secondly, it's irresponsible.

SUPACREE

TURN UP, TURN UPPPPPPP!!!

DRAKE BELL

Goddamn, girl.

SUPACREE

SHUT UP, DRAKE—

DRAKE

WHAT I DO?!

SUPACREE attempts a whippet—but the can is empty.

SUPACREE

not you, dumbass.

DRAKE continues dusting.

DRAKE BELL enters the suite.

CONT'D

This dumbass.

She attempts another huff from the empty can

SUPACREE

this shits out.

DRAKE BELL

Jesus Christ.

JESUS CHRIST

WHAT?

BOTH

NOT YOU.

SUPACREE CONT'D

—you get my whippets?

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ENTER THE MULTIVERSE - SEASON 6

/LEGENDS - SEASON 2

DILLON FRANCIS enters the room silently with his pistol cocked, aiming it towards CC (Chak Chel) she smirks and sighs calmly.

DILLON FRANCIS

I want my money.

CHAK CHEL stands up from the desk, shaking her head and still smiling, putting her hands above her head in a sarcastic surrender.

CHAK CHEL

Alright, Dillon. Okay.

She turns around, hands still raised, away from the desk to face him; she stares over the rim of her glasses and into his eyes; his anger fades into intimidation, though he continues pointing the gun at her.

CHAK CHEL fixes her powerful gaze; a challenge—she lowers her arms, stepping forward—DILLON FRANCIS steps back; she scoffs.

DILLON FRANCIS

…where's my piñata?

CHAK CHEL

Just shoot me.

GOOGLE SEARCH: Is Skrillex Married Yet?

Maybe i just want a drink…

Maybe i just don't want to think

About you

This much

Huh

Maybe it was love

Maybe it was love, once

Maybe it was love

But iMm just waiting f for the bus

I can't trust

Everything is so

Suspicious

I get it

Maybe this is just—

Love

—love

—-love

——love

Love

—love

—-love

——love

Love

—love

—-love

——love

But I'm just waiting for the bus on Bronson,

Hungry, looking for a job,

A new genre,

—and a bag of drugs to keep getting up in the morning

Maybe I just want

Love

Maybe I just want

Love

Maybe I just want

To love

Love

—love

—-love

——love

Love

—love

—-love

——love

Love

—love

—-love

——love

EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES. NIGHT

Look, another penny.

DAMN.

HOW.

Did she pick it up?

YES.

How does she—

—how did I even—

See this shit?!

Look.

—no, don't look.

Fuck.

It's these guys again.

—hang loose about 6 feet back, bro.

Out of sight?

She's a gifted telepath; she'll see you.

Oh, you're still here.

“Here I am.”

There you are.

Ah. Very funny.

See you later.

Let's hope so.

It's the same

Simple synesthetics

Cut, Copy and Paste it;

It's the same code of ethics

Ready, set:

Erase it

I said,

‘That's it”

I said,

“That's it.”

I said,

“That's it”

–and that's all it is, really

Simple

Simple synesthetics

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-U.

God Bleas Drake Bell:

(It could be Heaven, or it could be Hell)

Flick of the whippets:

She'll kiss, and she'll tell me

“Oh well,”

She's a God, for the cause

And her heart was the cause.

TIMMY! TIMMY TURNER!

OH SHIT.

GET THAT N*GGA.

Fuck.

Do you know who that was?

No.

You know Drake and Josh?

Yeah.

That was Josh Bell.

Uh—

Or—the other one—

—Drake somethin'

Oh.

Yeah, bro.

Take this—

Why?!

Just DO IT.

Ok; listen.

Ugh, what, dude—

—just LISTEN.

Fuck this. I quit.

You can't quit!

I just quit.

YOU CAN'T QUIT.

Listen, Timmy—

My name's not—

I don't know what dimension you come from—

THIS DIMENSION.

—which dimension? I live in at least three—

—you've got THREE?

—at o

Look. I don't like talking to famous people—

—I'm not famous—

—Or cartoon characters—

I'm fucking real.

Don't touch me, Timmy!

My names not—

TIMMY. TIMMY TURNER!!

Oh, shit— RUN

I'm not running.

WHAT?

I'm not running.

You're a superhero!

I'm not that.

You're fucking SUPACREE!

Definitely not that.

[gunshots]

Oh shit, run!

SUNNÏ BLŪ deflects the oncoming bullets with her skateboard; they ricochet, wounding both assailants.

YOU HAVE A BULLETPROOF SKATEBOARD?!

Huh—I guess so.

What the fuck.

SUPACREE—

That's actually mine.

Oh.

SUPACREE snatches the skateboard and dissappears.

—HEY!

The surviving wounded assailant fires one final round— DRAKE BELL is critically wounded; he falls against the wall, a gaping hole in his shoulder.

Oh, SHIT, Timmy!!!!

—THEY SHOT ME!!

What the Fuck, bro—

CALL AN AMBULAMCE!

FUCK THAT SHIT. LA charges like $400 for an ambulance call…

FUCKING HELP ME!!!

Shh. Don't yell.

—♥️♥️

HELP ME!!! HELP!! IVE BEEN SHOT!!!

—SHHH, TIMMY—shut up—

HEEEEEEEELLLPPP!!

Here, we'll call from your phone.

SUNNÏ BLŪ digs in his pockets, fishing out his phone and wallet—she dials 911

VOICEOVER: 911, PLEASE HOLD.

I'm on hold.

911!? I'm Drake Bell! IVE BEEN SHOT.

VOICEOVER: 911 what's your emergency?

Uhh. Yeah. I need an ambulance for uh—a gunshot—

[as she opens his wallet, the name DRAKE BELL vanishes; his California Driver's License now clearly reads TIMMY TURNE]

UHHH…

VOICEOVER: Hello? What's your emergency?

…I'll call you back. [she hangs up]

WHAT?! NO! DON'T HANG UP.

Shut up, Timmy!

HEELLLPP—

[she quickly covers his mouth, looking around suspiciously as she drags him into a nearby alley, leaving a trail of blood leading from the blood spatter gunshot pattern on the wall and into the alley; he groans in agony]

SHH, HUSH—!

[she props him up against a wall, uncovering his mouth as she tosses away both of their phones into the nearby street; an arriving ambulance smashes both phones]

AGHH.

Timmy. I need you to make a wish.

you ARE crazy!

This is correct. But Timmy—

—I told you, my name's NOT TIMMY.

TIMMY.

—HELP—

I need you to shut up and make a wish.

IVE BEEN SHOT.

SHHH

[the nearby paramedics begin to follow the trail of blood to the alley]

—MAKE A WISH.

—I'M NOT A—

YOURE TIMMY TURNER

[she shows him the ID]

—I'm—fucking dying—I know I'm dying-

—probably

—MAKE A WISH—

—but I'm not—

PARAMEDIC

I thought I heard something—

[one of the paramedics produces THE SYNESTHESIA PANEL and a SOLAR GUN—we realize they are not in fact real paramedics, but appear to be members of THE OPPOSING TEAM; the sensation of imminent danger arises for the both of them as they approach the alley quickly]

—SHUT UP AND MAKE A WISH!!!

OK. OK, I WISH—

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-Out Of Sync -Out Of Touch - Out of Love - Out of Time- Ū.

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We're going to need a body.

A body--that's easy--

One stil, with the soul and spirit readily intact.

WHAT?

Impossible!

How are we supposed to come by one of those

It won't be easy…

BEcause it won't be possible--

What was that?

It's not--

A fiery storm of magic lightning strikes the entire space, ,

Say it again, go ahead--say impossible.

The room grows silent.

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-U.

Nothing's really mattered,

Since I found this hat—

They're all handsome, and

Attractive and a half,

Even Pasquale,

But after Holly Madison

If I walked in and asked for a dance,

He'd surely laugh,

Like I did at the meat circus,

When I walked past—

I go to insomniac

Looking for answers

My past is so tragic,

I'm surprised that I haven't just blasted

Off my head, but I'd rather that—

Than live the rest of infinite

This fat and this black

—And I haven't smoked crack

Since the surfer who asked,

As a wish,

And that's when I found out I could grant them

If I go back to Alaska

(I can't, but)

I'm convinced that someone would flag me,

alert them I'm back,

And have me tagged, and haggard,

Looking like a raggedy-anne,

On candid camera

*coughs* I don't care,

You can have em!

And lately I keep having dreams about Annie,

And Dillon Francis—

The best friend, who stabbed me in the back,

And a man I've never met,

Except in astral projections, reflecting subconscious transgressions I keep repressed,

For lack of expression, and regrets,

Cause I'm still attracted to his friend

And actually spend some astral projections with him,

But now and then, I'll admit I'll get some emissions

From either of them.

Damn.

Well, if half the rap is about fucking multiple bitches,

What's the difference in admitting I'm attracted to Dillon Francis—and his friend—?

(His name is—)

No, it isn't.

It doesn't matter, I can't have ‘em

Hated the album, but blasted it just for connection,

Almost wrecked and landed back in Skrillex

And I'd kill myself again if I'd be absolutely finished with this shit

But it never is.

Wherever Heaven is,

I'm losing it,

Like watching Fuckin fisher pretend to mix

In front of fucked up kids

Who probably only like him,

Cause they're racist; I don't give a shit

I've heard a billion times Chris Lake writes all of his music—

I refuse to even light the fuse,

I've been abused by everything I once considered beautiful:

Been tortured and used and prefer to sniff glue

Than try to rap the bars I wrote for Sunni Blu

And now there's two of them;

I love to watch the Dandelions bloom,

I fuckin hate Zoom,

But maybe it would be different, if I had my own room—

I mean inside the USA,

I mean the rent keeps fucking raising,

I mean, my own son called me clumsy and lazy,

I mean, my ex, he called me crazy—

I mean, I'll claim it, maybe,

Just electrocute myself with an electric Daisy

RAVE.

Hey, these days, I'm mainly eclectic

I hate LA, cause it's hectic,

Plus, I get disrespected;

Knife in my neck, as expected—

Never get to trek before breakfast

Wet for a check, reflect the wreckage

Never on guest lists;

Clever one, Westwood,

Ever wouldn't ever forget this,

(If she existed)

Ahem;

Better off getting pregnant with Skrillex,

Than being left read on Tinder—

But I'd just end up giving birth,

to another nigger.

—and that just doesn't fit the picture, does it?

They just wouldn't let it happen, hun—

Knew it was a set up,

Just to fuck my head up, when I discovered Kayla Lauren— whatever she does.

The net says she was born in either 90 or 91,

I get it,

Everybody lies about their age,

When they get paid to be on pornhub.

Haha.

First of all, you can't unsee it…

Ooh, what's this.

Don't open that.

Hm. why not?

Don't open it.

NOTE: A really good way to do something, is to tell me specifically not to do it.

DON'T OPEN THAT.

WHY?!

BECAUSE I SAID–

…Especially if you won't tell me why.

*opens door*

Oh, shit!

I JUST SAID–AGHH

–and even then, it has to be a really good reason.

What does this have to do with Pasquale's game.

Pretty much everything has to do with Pasquales game.

Is that even his name?

Yeah, I guess,

Please, I doubt that.

What is ‘doubt'

I doubt this really means anything.

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-U.

Three artists preform the same spell with entirely different intentions—in some dimensions.

[Muffled thud]

What's the wish?

These, three.

Burning daisies, are we?

No, just Dandelions.

Separate them.

The hearts?!

All of them—

—Spirit

I swear to God.

—don't//

‘Skrillex is my Spirit Animal'.

—and, Soul.

What of the flesh?

It will wound and perish but will not bond or be bound to death, until it again becomes as One.

What is THIS?

I honestly-/

Honestly!!

Honestly thought, this was a movie about:

—Skrillex.

—Dillon Francis

— A S Ū P E R S T A R

DJ

[ARTIST]

...okay…

Ooh, good alternate.

The Womp WOMPING Willow will beat your ass into believing you are— whatever it tells you, you are.

DJ.

NO. “DJ.”

NO. NO DJ.

NO. NO—DJ.

I don't think D.J. wants to be a DJ.

Nobody wants to be a DJ.

Shut up D.J.—you're a D.J. Too—you Motherfucker!!!!

MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!

[hey motherfucker—Timmy trumpet]

aww, poor PJ

Lol. Poor Billy.

B.J.—the DJ

I don't like this sign.

It looks bad.

Take it down.

“BJ THE DJ”

TAKE IT DOW—

CUT TO:

DJ?! That's the Fuxking WORST.

AGHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHH!!!!!!!! IM NOT A DJ!!

“Not a DJ”

You— SUPERSTAR DJ

SKRILLEX

HUH.

EVERYBODY ELSE

HUH.

—Skrillex—the world's first “SUPERSTAR”DJ”

NUH - UH

YAH HUHHH!

NAH AUGHHHGGHHHH!!!

UH-HUHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

AGHHHHHH.

AAAAAAAAaaahhahgahhahahhahhaagghhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

[go to sleep.]

SKRILLEX

Nherr.

—??

THE WOMP WOMPING WILLOW

*voiced by Valee, Jermih

MEGA DJ

—WHAT IS THAT?!—

Oh no.

Don't do this,

I didn't wanna.

(Crying)

I don't wanna

He really don't wanna.

So make ‘em.

—-

So.

So.

He's going to college—

Yes.

Is this a joke___?

Is it?

IS IT?

...mmmm...nope….

As part of his prison sen—

Yep.

For Mass Murder.

Yep.

SHUTTHEFUCKUP—

[does.]

Jesus Christ, what is his power?

JESUS

Don't ask me.

Only he knows.

Only he knows.

HE DOESNT KNOW.

But she does.

Okay look.

What.

Look.

‘Skrillex and Supacree Scrap turned Barroom Brawl'

...no.

“NO?”

[Looks: it's bad]

Imma have that ®

Goddamn it, don't.

Don't do what

Make that face.

Agh.

Or that one.

Ufff.

This is a scuffle.

Who let him in here.

They beat the shit out of each other, with bass, and bassball bats.

I thought it was theatrics!

Insomniac has incredible production value!!!!

[brutal Bloody murder]

Bass heads:

AGAHAHAJABSNAKAJAABDKSMA SNSKAOZJSNSLALZKS—-

#All that.

Kenna & Kel?

Yeah broh!!

Live Set?!

yah broh!!

SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE SET

ooh, what's this.

BITCH.

[LIZ LEMON]

PICK UP YOUR SKRILLEX.

*obnoxious super drunk fart*

(Especially, for a woman!)

Hey/-! You can't say that!

You can't not say that!!

WHAT DOES EQUALITY MEAN?

gross man farts—

FLATULENCE GREATER-THAN,

Stop this joke.

OR EQUAL TO

Okay.

—SKRILLEX!!!!!!!

Get out, now.

I got it.

—-

Ext. Boston, Massachusetts. Day

SUPACREE [A / DJ]

‘SKRILLEX' is an extraterrestrial entity which manifests variously through specific forces, subjects, and beings.

Though masking her true identity, CC STONE, the chosen secret identity of the mysterious SUPACREE, has been in hiding, though knowingly under conspicuous monitoring. SKRILLEX uses telepathy, as to remain intractable to the extent of normal human capacity, or even the most advanced technology, to continue evading the various government entities and agencies seeking to study this ‘intangible energy'.

Having become a guiding force and ‘imaginary friend' of SUPACREE, masquerading as unassuming and low-key traveler ‘CC', the pressures of dark forces arise in the form of hostility, which SKRILLEX combats quietly, most recently, silently.

After decoding a specific series of dream sequences projected post-consciously, ‘CC', wrought with anxiety, contemplates secretly relocating, anticipating more terrorism from her own home country; She begins formulating a way to escape further being targeted secretly.

TImelines begin intercepting, as NATALIE from DEATHWISH is contemplating jumping from the 6th story of the same apartment building; CC/SUPACREE considers this, but focuses on a positive solution more diligently, meditating.

Upon returning to her studio, CC begins cleaning and, although she's only just finished eating, begins preparing another meal to eat; As the energy moves around her, she begins to move automatically; now fully aware of SUPACREE's shifting abilities. She submits in silence, sighing in relief as a greeting.

SKRILLEX

Listen to me.

CC

I'm always listening.

SKRILLEX

I am leaving.

CC pauses in silence; The room is grey and empty; Then, she remembers something.

‘The Skrillex Project' was intended to be temporary.

|

Oh please, there is no Skrillex.

Of course there's a Skrillex.

No, there isn't.

There is, you're just limited.

Of course I'm limited; look at this.

Look at this place! What happened here?

This is it, since it...shifted.

Shifted? What the fuck does that mean?

The polarity.

"Polarity" ?

--And, that planet is off of its axis entirely.

Entirely?

Are you just repeating everything?

"Everything?!"

This is ridiculous.

It is. Skrillex is Ridiculous.

Say that three times.

No.

Do it.

No way.

Just say it.

No way, man, I'm not summoning Skrillex.

It was your idea.

I changed my mind!

Pussy!

I was just kidding! I didn't think we were actually gonna do it.

Come on dude, just say it, just say it!

No way. One of you say it!

No way!

Fuck it, I'll say it.

NO!

Fuck that!

Oh, fuck you guys. It's not like it's going to work, anyway.

It might! And then what?

Nothing's going to happen, I'll prove it.

Skrillex is Ridiculous

Skrillex is Ridiculous

Skrillex is Ridicu---

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

The lights come on, the boys stare at eachother in confusion and disbelief; the sound of loud footsteps as someone coming down the stairs enters the basement they are gathered in.

Sonny, only slightly startled, unassumingly looks up at the group of preteens, and seems for the most part unbothered.

Hey guys.

The boys just stare.

Oh my God.

What?

You're Skrillex!

Yeah but--

RUN!!

Three boys from a separate dimension have caused their own "nonexistence"; in their own reality, Skrillex (which can literally be an ambiguation of anything, If everything is everything and so forth) does not exist, and his his actual existence is thought to be fictional, historically misrepresented, or inaccurate--being told as an urban legend

How long after the first scene is this happening?

Well, I mean...I don't know.

Well, we know these kids come from SIR;

Technically, but I think this happens before SIR has been established, since upon returning home, they all know Skrillex is real, spreading the story among the skeptics and being exhausted after Skrillex, looking for somebody stumbles through their dimension and gets trapped in it, quickly gaining a global cult following,coining the term "Skrillex is real", eventually leading to Skrillex, Isreal.

Which I guess makes sense.

It makes sense!

The neighbor kids again?

Yeah.

____

Get this: they changed the word "slave", to "employee"; bit it still works the same!

Oh man!

And I mean, they get paid, but they have to pay their wages back to basically the same companies the money came from…

You're kidding.

I'm not. I wish I was. This is fucked--(up)

This is fucked up.

I mean, the people on this continent aren't even eating, so I mean.

Woaaaahhh, whaaaaat.

I know, it's the whole place.

But it's mostly this "United States", it's full of baby rapists and run by these... white supremacy people, and they raise cows just to make “steak”.

Woah.

Right? And the slaves just take it, they pay for everything they make!

She's gonna be so mad when she sees this.

Don't tell her.

We have to; they just planned an entire pandemic, and it's entire purpose--

What is Purpose?

--in this country, it's currency.

"Currency?' what is "currency"?

The Legend of SupaCree follows an involuntary “hero” on her adventures, after her powers become unlocked; Now, she must join forces with the other DJ's to Save The Rave.

_____

SupaCree refuses to tell anybody anything.

(After Pre-edc scene)

oh dude, that's a lot.

It is a lot.

She still hasn't told her mom you're “Skrillex”

Ugh, no. And she makes me shop at K-Mart every time we go over there.

You got that at K-Mart? It's nice.

Yeah.

Where did you find a K-Mart?

______

Where is “Earff”?

_____

Bampheramph training is considered complete once the trainee “stops crying”, thus begins the official recruitment process, which includes but is not limited to reaching various ‘extremes', which differ by context.

____

Every red cup is just

Another broken heart,

Another broken dream,

Another broken record,

Playing on repeat

…

…

…

Wheres my Skrillex?

Which--

So, Skrillex…

You can call me Sonny.

...Skrillex...

O...kay…

[She squints suspiciously at him and jots something down in her notebook.]

____

So, do you use Serato, or Rekordbox?

Neither I just

[Demonstrates]

What the fuck does that even mean?

It means you can

[Demonstrates]

1____1

How is he doing this?

Magic.

I'm not going to fight for him.

Do you honestly think this is happening to anybody else?

Maybe.

Honestly?

Infinite.

Infinite Skrill--

Infinite fucking everything. I'm not about to try to explain it.

So what are you going to do?

I don't know.

The worlds gone mad

she is, but she's not a man.

She's trapped in a casket

Can't listen to the map

And can't imagine he'll ever come back

Jag parked, smogs bad

and she has a plan

But can't get past the magnet

Magic has its way of making things go crazy

Why don't you just--&

Oh what? Have my people call his people?

Something like that

His peopl

I had a dream

About a tent

About a temporary tenant

This christmas, its

Resentment,

Tension

And whatever this is…

Oh yes,

"This is Skrillex…"

wayward

Hey.

Hey.

So, uh.

So.

What's wrong with you?

....what?

What's wrong.

Whats...wrong?

--With you.

SupaCree summons Skrillex.

Skrillex.

Stop it.

Fuck you. Skrillex.

Seriously, stop

You stop. Skrillex-Skrillex-Skriooex o

Oh no

Just stop.

In the parallel where…

SŪpAcree has become a disastrously egotistic and diva-like superstar, we see she is in this world, outwardly bitter, rather angry and despondent, having learned to capitalize best not being herself.

A young intern helps to prepare an event; His trainer, an astute and rigid stage manager, after finishing a series of detailed questions about the theatrical performance and it's various attendees-+ leaves the intern alone for "just a minute" handing them her clipboard as she hurriedly rushes elsewhere.

The intern scans the clipboard, flipping the front page over to reveal a hidden note. Taking the initiative (trying to be assertive in the newly appointed position), asks nervously...

...And what about Skrillex?

Who?

Skrillex.

Who the fuck is that?

Its...Skrillex.

Tell me who that is.

Uh…

Go ahead.

The intern stands, frightened at her anger. The stage manager returns.

_______________

I hate this shit, it isn't fair.

It isnt

Wheres my phone?

__

Woah. You did all this for Skrillex.

Pretty much.

Yeah.

I guess.

Yep.

Wow.

Okay.

You would.

(I did)

Burn it.

What?

Fuck that!

Ughhhhh.

No.

Sonny/fictional skrillex: Do you know why ai put you in this fucked up dimension?

Me: WHAT? YOU DID THIS? NO--WHY--??

Sonny: So you could get your shit together.

Me: well, that's fucked up.

S/FS: I DID NOT think it would take this long

Me: well, how long is it supposed to take?

S/FS: I don't know…

Me: ...well, how long does it usually take?

S/FS:

So wait; You guys from the future--

Fathomable future.

Uh-huh

Have seen the show?

Yes.

My show.

Mm-hmm.

/

Well then, how does it start?

-----------------------------

I already told you, no.

Yes.

I'm not going to Skrillex.

You have to go.

No.

What the fuck is NO.

I'm not going.

WHAT?

What.

You have to go.

Who says?

We do.

Okay.

Okay.

[beat]

Who the fuck are you?

OOH, ARE WE STILL BLEEPING OUT THE SKRILLEX?

Yes.

Sonny

Sonny

Sonny

Sonny

Sonny

Sonny

Sonny

You so

Funny

Funny

Funny

Funny

Funny

Funny

Funny

Do you

Love me

Love me

Love me

Love me

Love me

Love me

Love me

I'm so

Ugly

Ugly

Ugly

Ugly

Ugly

Ugly

Ugly

And I'm nothing

Without you

Was this a song?

Probably.

Looks like a song.

Seems like a song to me.

Nobody should ever hear this.

Define…”nobody”

The Song has become a number 1 hit radio sensation.

What the fuck is my life.

What the fuck is your life.

I don't know what the fuck.

What the fuck.

What the fuuuuuuck .

Speak of the devil—

(Terrified) what? Dillon Francis is here?

What? No—it's just Skrillex, he's just...here to collect.

What?!

What, dude—Skrillex is your plug?

Uhhh.

For what?

Where else am I gonna get premium space bass?

Aaahh

Gasp

I knew it!

I knew something about you was really Skrilly.

Hella Skrilly.

*doorbell rings*

Ok, no Skrilly in front of the—

He is magically just, suddenly inside.

In front of the what?

The two stand starry eyed in amazement.

...hey…

X2: hey…

Should we step outside?

Oh, come in—

—I did.

I see that.

(Lol )Right in

He did that.

He always does.

This...transaction is private.

It's fine. You guys are alright—maybe—breathe a little—

—large gasp, has not been breathing since Skrillex...what did he even do.

He like, apparated

No—apps—no. There's no fire. He didnt apostate.

Alright then, teleport.

That silently?

Yeah, I mean teleportals also are like:

—actual teleportal, which is a huge, very not quiet, black hole like vacuum with lots of colors, lots of light—

Oh.

Well, how did he get in, then?

He shifted.

“What the fuck is Shiffted!?”

The SupaCree and The Skrillex share these commonalities:

*S13 (13th power )

—-

Dude! I got the key!

You got the key,

yeah, it's one of these.

A bunch of keys in a wheelbarrow.

Dude. What. The fuck.

I don't know! I just know, she told me the key was on the key ring

WHAT keyring dyde?! This is just a wheelbarrow full of KE*T!

[wheelbarrow full of ketamine]

AHEM.

*wheelbarrow full of keys!!

(He produces a heavy chain which appears to (not really) link the keys together

We...keychain.

—Meanwhile—

God deletes all the Florida Keys—except for one—

_________________________

I will not “go” to the “Skrillex Reddit”

Go to that place.

No way. We are going to the internet for ONE thing—and one thing only.

“We are gonna skate to one song, and one song only.

BALL SO HARD MOTHERFUCKERS WANNA—“

No. One thing.

Yes, I thought it was Skrillex.

We never go online for Skrillex.

Okay.

Not even shopping.

Alright, let's go.

You don't even know what we're going for

I hope he hears this

She says

“I hope he makes it”

And by she, I mean me

And I've been prayint for a way to try to say this stuff—

Spit it out

Turn it up—

Woah...okay!

Okay what?

What are you gonna do with all this Skrillex?

Uh…

…?

…Just throw it out.

Throw it out!?

Yep.

Why would you do that?

*Shrugs* Don't need it.

Don't need it!?

Yeah, I just said that.

Are you serious?

Yes. Throw it out.

No way. If you're gonna do that…I'll take it!

You want it?

W--Fuck yeah!

For what?

I don't know. I'll think of something.

Okay.

Yeah?

Yeah...whatever.

Yes!

...okay….Just--come help me lift this.

“The Great Big Book of Skrillex”

This...is just an Encyclopedia.

...you bought encyclopedias?

I needed them for my library.

...you have a library?

It isn't finished yet.

It isn't...finished…?

Not yet. They're installing the elevator.

There's an elevator?

Of course there's an elevator; it just doesn't get to the library. Yet.

I meant—

Come on.

What did you do to my house ?

Well, after I put the fire out—

What fire?

The main one.

—there were, of course, several smaller fires—

What The Hell?

And now there's just that one.

A fireplace? When did I get a fireplace?

Well, I needed an easier way to get in and out.

—where does it go?

Out the chimney.

—wait, did you just say “in and out”?

That sounds good. I wish they had a vegetarian menu.

French Fries?

Uh huh.

Is that it?

I think so.

—Meanwhile—

GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR SAUCE.

Ohhh, get ketchup.

Sorry, we're out of ketchup.

Out of ketchup?

Yes.

Okay, can I just have special sauce then?

We are out of sauce.

What.

Every sauce?

All The Sauce.

GODDAMMIT DILLON FRANCIS.

I hope this isn't like the Skrillex thing.

We're still under the limit.

Kick it.

Obscured by a plume of misty light gray clouds, an entire city is enamoured and mystified by a mysterious force, as The Skrillex lands on earth, from deep space.

__

Ah, it's gonna be like this again.

“kliptown empyrean”

Kliptown with a K--

Ooh, lets move to Korea Town!

Wait.

(bass) ___ ___ ___

___

Remember the birds?

I remember everything.

No, you don't

(hey)

I remember everything.

(Hey)

That's great

What's this?

A wedding ring

What's a “wedding ring”?

Let me explain.

Hey,

I just might be a writer

Hey,

This happens every day--

This makes me crazy.

Hey,

This is the time and place

What is “time”?

Let me explain.

Hey,

This is what being a writer means;

It means the typing comes out lyrically

and everything is rhythmic;

but recitation makes interpretation

Different

Oh, I get it;

It's blank.

No names, I'm saying

Anyone who wants to say the line can say it,

If it makes sense.

__

So, you're telling me;

I can go anywhere in the world…

Yes.

Anywhere in the--

Paris.

I'm not quite white enough.

Nobody cares, it's--

10 karats.

Delicious.

No, it's--karats, it's a measurement.

Why would you bring melatonin to this event?

I have problems sleeping.

Why would you fall asleep at a RAVE.

Why?

I'm still sleeping.

I'm still needing attention;

Why didn't you just leave me?

Just leave me!

Just leave!

Just--

Adjust.

...have you seen this?

What is it?

It's a galaxy.

No it isn't.

It's about to be.

No it isn't, it's just--

“Let's blow this popsicle stand”

MOM!!!

(((WOW)))

What happened?

I don't know, it just ended.

What do you mean “it just ended?”

It did, it just--

MOTHERFUCKER!

What?

Well, here come The Men In Black... and Skrillex.

(Ohh, I get it.)

((You should get it, you're the one writing it.))

Oh shit, did you just say Skrillex--

Yeah, Skrillex--

Did someone just say--

DON'T say it again. Please. I gotta go.

Go?! Go where?

If he's here, i”m late--

Late for WHAT? Your set is in 10 minutes!

No, it isn't, it's in 9.

(It's Twelve, actually)

This isn't it, is it?

This is it.

Then where's Skrillex?

Skrillex?

Skrillex!!!

GODDAMMIT.

S Ū P A

Skrillex gives me angina.

[SKRILLEX = ANGINA.]

I

—And vertigo.

S Ū P A

And now, vertigo— and I only recently found out what that even is.

ME

I'm so sick of Skrillex

MYSELF

—Sick of Skrillex—

I

I hate Skrillex.

CUT TO: SKRILLEX

SKRILLEX:

...okay, fuck this.

S Ū P A C R E S

Fuck this motherucker!

SKRILLEX;

Fuck this job.

S Ū P A C R EE

I— HATE HIM—

SKRILLEX

—I hate this.

S Ū P A

FUCK THIS SHIT.

SKRILLEX

...fuck this shit.

S Ū P A

I AM OUT.

[SKRILLEX just leaves.]

-!!!-

THE END.

I love what you did with the tectonic plates.

Thanks.

And the bubonic plague.

Well, you can't just throw poop in the streets.

Humans!

___

Skrillex?!

Wait, seriously, Skrillex?

We have Skrillex.

You do?!

Of course we do! Don't be ridiculous!

Skrillex.

Skrillex is ridiculous.

Skrillex is ridiculous, yes.

___

Skrillex and Dillon Francis fight for the win, as they battle for their "biggest fan" and vets*bets are placed to see which 'body of work' is completed first.

BODY OF WORK. I said. That--that's my entry.

So. It doesn't matter, anyway. I've got more scenes.

Of course you've got more scenes, it's more cost effective. She's got a sick business model.

Oh yeah, where's this 'business model?'

It's at your mom's house.

(Good, she's very organized)

(Yeah, I bet.)

(...how much?)

--------

Skrillex is ridiculous.

Skrillex is ridiculous, yes.

___

Chak Chel, I'm almost done with the list--

Then where are you?

I'm...on my way back, I'm just having a little trouble understanding the last thing on the list, it just says - Skrillex-???

Yes.

Like...the person?

Precisely.

...what do you want me to get from Skrillex?

Just go get him.

...and then what?

Bring him here.

What!

His head springs up toward the sky. Looking directly "at God"

You want me to bring him to you? I don't think that's a good idea!

Of course it's a good idea, Dillon. It's my idea.

What the fuck.

Don't give me your fucks right now, I don't have time, Dillon. Just go-

How am I supposed to explain this?

One thing at a time.

[She hangs up him; he looks at his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and dials a number.]

Hello, you've reached Skrillex; We are reviving more calls than we can answer at this time. Your call is very important- Please hold, and your call will be answered in the order it was received.

Soft music begins to play.

What the fuck.

Your estimated wait time is: One hour and, fifteen minutes.

The music resumes.

…wow.

He places the phone into a holster over the dash and programs his navigation to a location on the map,

(Later) >>you had ONE job.

I had a lot of jobs, actually--i was even a firefighter, at one point--

ONE JOB.

That was a long list!

Why do you ask?

This man, who is he?

SUPACREE has been procrastinating telling SONNY anything about anything; However, Everything is Everything.

SUPACREE

Listen, Skrillex told me something--

SONNY

Skrilllex?! You talked to Skrillex?! Where is he?!

SUPACREE

Look, I don't know exactly. But it said

SONNY

It's a “he”

SUPACREE

...he said--and I mean like like, really really clearly--

SONNY

What'd he say?

SUPACREE

“I am leaving.”

SONNY

...He said that?

SUPACREE

That's what he told me.

SONNY

I knew it.

SUPACREE

Wait, you knew?!

SONNY

I always knew.

...what part is this?

I guess this is the part before we go into that whole backstory?

What whole backstory?

Which--backstory?

How Sonny met Skrillex.

Oh!

Wait, wha--?

THE END

________

J3SŪS Pïzz∆.

The Diva SupaCree and the Egomaniac Skrillex are the worst possible combination of people possible.

[Note* Because she has gained worldly powers through weath and fame, she has no Spirit magic, making her cosmic creation ability react randomly in heightened states of panic,anger, and tantrums--whuch often result in the uncontrolled (and unexplainable, mostly) accidental shits through time and reality, usually working in her favor, however feeding the fire which continues to consune her soul with the worldly evils of capitalism. A large dark and ominous karmic justification, less of her actions than by her attitude, is set in place to manage her habits, resetting her on the path to saving humanity.]

This version of SupaCree is overly confident, sometimes pompous, in love with herself (even in the mirror, as her Omnipotence and awareness grows stronger in the other bodies of her collective conciousness.) Being enabled to do whatever she wants, she begins hosting large scale productions, flaunting other the top and sometimes nonsense "showing-offs" , even going as far as to hire an entire lineup of the worlds Top DJs just to watch her preform, giving 3 VIP tickets away to another concert, where they are escorted from yo her set to preform as spotlight artists, after having insures that they would bomb on stage--beginning as a Rap Battle, where she totes a Golden and rhinestone hammer, which she uses as a prop--but as the cosmic power from within acts with intention the hammer takes on a life of its own, controlled by the telekieisi of the princess through another dimension; after the hammer eliminates the X and Dillon Francis, Pasqualle (actually Dillon Francis) is spotted out in the front row, and ousted as a time unraveling fraud of conciousness, then transforming into a gavel, this beginning the judgement of the above-ground portal of punishment, as it plunges the party goes into dungeons and alternate dimensions as The Diva SuoaCree and The Egotistical Skrillex basically battle to the eventual death of thousands instantly, as they "beat the fuck out if eachother with bass" collapsing the mainstage and sinking through a giant Rabbit Hole as the San Andreas fault line begins the apocolyse as depicted in 2012, Arriving in Hell, creating a second stage inside the Rave Cave Satan Created--where they have the CRAZIEST raves. While the battle between good and evil has officially begun, as the intergalactic space race to locate the planet at the exact right time space, era, and age becomes reckless, creating voids in space, creating a now expanding outward compressing inward collapsing contraction, the Multiverse and it's ever expanding realms are collapsing and colliding as reality shatters, a concept concivable by the extra terrestrials of advanced conciousness and evoked evolution--but it's hell-meets- heaven on earth as portals between worlds, basically, the best, most horrifying lazer light show in history, allowing fictional characters and science fiction to become reality,as worlds collide into one. The humans trapped in a eaveless covid 19 are blissfully ignorant, raving at home--meanwhuke the world, while also fighting a war where literally anything goes and everything is everything, as the laws of physics or any science ever apply. The occult magicians are at an advantage, able to harness the magic of the changing alignments, as the Ascended Masters plans to move the planet, keeping it out of the Global Government pact between the Intergalactic Planetary Waste Management and specifically The United States, as the evil Government--the same that launched the multiple attacks on both the Original Cree, SupaCree and The pSupaCree, still hatching plans within it's branches ran by white suprimisests and cult leaders or religious and prestigious organizations of protected traffickers, drug lords, and other evil rich people who continue to work towards the irreversible, certain and complete death, from which she cannot ressurect.

The certain death SupaCree results in a

I TOLD you she would be here!

No WAY

(At Skrillex) Whose that guy?

WOOOOOOAAAHHH.

...Did you get it?

After this, we're done--right? No more of this sh-

Did you get the Laptop?

*Sighs* Yeah, man--I…Yeah. It's right here.

Good.

None of this is "good", okay--this is the total opposite of "good", this is *not* good. It's ruining her life.

You agreed.

I didn't think it would go this far--I mean--Everything?

Everything is Everything. Where is it?

...it's...here. *sets it down on the table*

K. Now get out.

(He puts his hands up mockingly) yeah dude, I'm out. We're like, good, right--? Like, I don't need anymore bad karma--

Oh, now you wanna be "good"

You know what I meant. This is fucked up. She prays for you.

Maybe now she'll realize she should be praying *to* me.

*Befuddled, over it* Alright dude, good luck with...whatever…Just...Don't call me anymore.

When have I ever called you directly?

Just don't.

He walks away, bursts out of the front doors frustratedly.

Leaving the lair, Dillon is snatched, scary kidnapper style.

Trying to reach the plug; it goes to voicemail, then immediately recieves a text.

Sorry, my schedule's pretty hectic. I got class all day and then I'm going out of town.

Ok.

Sorry love.

Damn...now what am I supposed to...huh

Later

Guy: well, I don't have any of that here, but what about this?

He pulls out a Skrillex (after we are introduced to the dimension where the Skrillex becomes a popular device--but much like a googleflab (from Rick and Morty), it has many ambiguous uses.

her eyes light up, as the Skrillex begins to glow.

Oh...that…?

Does it bother you?

...um…

Go ahead.

I...uh...I can't.

You can't? Well why not?

I just don't...really… Skrillex anymore.

Why not? Everybody loves Skrillex.

...Yeah.

C'mon. Try It Out.

(Oh, God.)

(('Oh God' WHAT? I'm busy.))

(((Go, quickly, please.)))

I think...I think I'll skip that.

What, are you trying to be a nun?

...Uh…

Angel: you'd be a terrible nun.

...uhhh...

Angel 2: shuttup. Hey.

No? Suit yourself. It's here if you change your mind.

...Thank... you.

The man walks away, and she lets out a slight sigh of relief.

Angel: Don't be a pussy!

What are you doing here?

Angel: Telling you to STFU.

I didn't say anything.

Angel: SKRILLEX THE FUCK UP.

Wow.

Angel: Be a man!

I'm not.

Skrillex!

No.

Angel No? What's no? Skril--!!

Angel 2: shutthefuckup.

Thank you.

Angel: what?!

Angel 2: Ignore him; listen to me.

Acceptable.

Angel 2: You need Skrillex.

Unacceptable.

Angel: what, why? What is wr--(ong with you?)

Angel 2: shhht! Look, this is important.

Who sent you… ?

They point "up".

You're going to have to be a little more specific than that.

Skrillex first, specifics later.

Nokay.

Both: NOKAY!?

I don't--do that anymore.

We know, look--just--youre not thinking clearly right now. I need you to focus.

Focus how? Janie didn't even pick up the phone, I haven't heard from her all summer. How am I supposed to focus without--

Skrillex.

Stop it.

No, that's Fisher.

Both: Shuttup.

No, you Shuttup. Both up you shut the fuck--

!

Say it again. I'm past that part of my life.

Technically, your Death.

Yes, so let me rest in peace, please, without Skrillex.

There is no peace without Skrillex.

That makes, the opposite of sense.

Just--look--its--You want to finish your project, right?

I'll finish it…

In this lifetime?

Oh, now I'm alive--I thought I was dead.

Uh-huh. Since when?

Since S-- *flustered*

Say it again.

Shove it. And tell Satan--

WOAH.

Simoltaneously

Satan!? Oh please, fuck that guy--!

You think we came from Satan?

Well, Obviously.

Oh, honey…

Dude, I'm an angel. I have wings!

Of course you do. Like Satan doesn't own Stocks at Red Bull. Christ.

(Which one?)

((Jesuses: Not it!

Jesus: Aha JINX. You owe me a Piñot

Ah, Goddamn.

God: WHAT did you just say?

Jesuses: NOTHING.

Jesus: Jinx!

Jesus: Aahh--G--))

Christ is right. You got us confused, honey. We came from the other side.

To feed me Skrillex? Uh, false. Begone, demons.

You really don't--we're trying to help you.

I don't need help.

You do need Skrillex.

You need Jesus.

NOT IT.

Angel 2: wait, which one? Now you're gonna have to be more specific.

I specifically quit Skrillex. Now, leave me alone.

You're not alone--

No, that's Marshmello.

Shut. Up.

Simoltaneously

Stoooooopitttt.

Ok fine. I guess I'll just--

Jesus walks in

I got a call for 'Christ', and then a second one for "Jesus" did you need--

Jesus!

Jesus? Oh, wait-- Jesus? Oh my God.

I wouldn't bother her right now, she's kind of busy.

Bet.

Oh, no thank you. I don't gamble. Addictive personality.

Christ.

Huh, what? What's up?

A beat. They all stand quietly (though Ū is the only one visible to the shop owner, who has returned with Pizza.

I got pizza!

Nice.

Oooh!

Jesus: Ah, what? I want some…wait, only she can see us, right?

Yeah.

Solid. Yo, I want a slice of pizza. What kind is it?

Whispering to jesus: I don't know!

Shop owner: don't know what? Or, what did you say? I didn't hear you.

She awkwardly stares forward speechlessly, overwhelmed by the two angels and Jesus directly behind her.

Don't just stand there! Say something.

Uh. What uh, what kind...is it?

Pineapple,pepperoni, jaleneño.

Ew. What the fuck--

And we're from Hell?

I know Who's this guy?

I don't work for Satan, you work for Satan!

Jesus: Grab me a slice homie, if I gotta fight the Devil again, I mean--he doesn't look like Satan, but--you never know these days.

Really?

Make it two. hah. YOLO. Hah. Just kidding.

Shop owner: come get a plate. *he gestures to the Skrillex, which glowingly levitates hovering above the countertop, whirring.*

You sure you don't want any of this?

That? No. That--uhh--i'll just have Pizza.

You sure? Skrillex is great with pizza.

It is.

Jesus: Awh, what? Skrillex? I love Skrillex.

*She squints through her sunglasses*

The shop owner hands her a plate, she dishes out two slices, as the angels and Jesus bicker beside her; she stands deflatedly, uncertain of her seemily collapsing reality. She presents the plate towards jesus, who looks up from his argument with the angels, enamoured by the Pizza.

Jesus: OoOoh yeahhhh. Sprinkle some Skrillex on it.

She looks at the Skrillex, which has now started to vibrate and emit a sparkling silver cloud around it.

Shop owner: change your mind?

No, I just-- gotta--

The Skrillex starts whirring more loudly. She side eyes it confusidely, and shudders.

Are you ok? (Echos, until she hears her own voice, exclaiming--)

FLASHBACK: *GASP* ARE YOU OKAY?

Her eyes widen.

I'll be right back.

She turns swiftly towards the bathroom; Jesus and the Angels are waiting, cooly and nonchalantly in front of the bathroom doors. As she shoves a paper plate at Jesus, she swings the bathroom door shut--

Jesus: Didja do the Sprinkles?

The angels jump as the door slams. Jesus is unmoved, excited for pizza. The male angel shakes his head with a disgusted look on his face.

You're a sick man, Jesus.

(As he bites into a slice of pizza) hah. Thats what Pontiius Pilot said. Mmm.

In the bathroom, Ū panics as she over thinks, sitting on the toilet hunched to think. She lets out a sigh, and as she looks up, realizes Jesus and the Angels directly in front of her, jesus still quite enjoying his pizza.

...Can I help you?

We're here to help you.

I didn't call for help.

Uh, actually,you called me two times. I mean--not *just*--

Are you eating in the bathroom dude? Agh gross…

I'm here to answer your prayers, I didn't know anyone had been listening to mine.

...what, dude, you pray for Pizza?

Among other things.

If I pray for you to leave, will you leave me alone?

Prayers are answered in the order in which they are received. Wait, how many light-years did it take you to ressurect?

...light-years…? What?!

Oh dang.

She doesn't know.

Oh, shit--should I have said "Spoiler Alert"?

I feel like that's the least Jesus thing you can ever say.

Not quite--and not that it matters. I served my time as Messiah. They didn't believe me, 2,000 years later…

Nobody believes.

Have you read the Bible?

Oh, God.

Oh, hardly.

Oh, please.

Wow, okay. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.

Can [ Skrillex]?

I don't think that's a good idea.

What's an idea?

What would be the point?

There is no point,I just want to.

Why? It's not as if you haven't already, over and over.

It still sounds good.

So good you'd really put yourself through how bad it feels?

(Like child birth)

((Like Ego Death))

(((Like, Love))

No, I don't know love.

You don't?

I know what love is. I know what I feel

Emotion is the key…

How do you feel?

Like I want to listen to…

What is your favorite album?

Specifically, as it pertains to--

Explaining makes it worse, trying to clarify as if you haven't been thinking about it for at least a minute, suggests you know what I mean.

What is a minute?

A measurement, increments of seconds--60 makes a second.

What is a second?

I don't know that measurement. I know it's milliseconds, that make up a second,but they're so shirt, nothing really matters. A seco d is short enough.

How short?

Longer than an instant, but...that's about it.

Well, then--whats an instant?

Theoretically speaking, the space between nothing and something.

So, an occurance of something?

Or rather, as something occurs.

What happens in an instant?

Anything can happen in an instant.

Anything?

Anything.

Like what?

I believe, an instant--would set a point at which something occurs, or becomes an instance. Right here, right now

Right here! Right now!

--right then. All instances, at different places in time. But an instant means,that it happened quickly.

Right here, Take a right--on

Thyme. I need thyme

Instant Sk--

I don't think this is getting better.

I don't see it getting any worse.

()

He's alive was all that mattered fir a moment, but strangely, really, even as this evolves into an almost unbreable soul sweltering--

Soul-swealtering?

Yeah.

Why that?

Because it's not soul crushing. I know that feeling all too well. It's like a.

Wait, you can feel your soul?

Ugh, yeah. I would hope so.

...what?

Or maybe that's The Reason

The Reason

(Oh please, I couldn't even listen to it right now if wanted to. )

((Oh, shit I really want to))

(((What was that, even? A panic attack?))

Something.

And that's--why I hate myself so much. This sensitivity inside others don't seems to have. That shit hurt.

Hurt how?

On so many levels.

Levels

Avicii.

Rock N' Roll

Well, there's the Straight Razor you've been asking for--two of them, actually right on top of the Bible.

Hey, how's that bible coming along?

The one I wrote, started in,or Directed?

That's…

DEEP.

(It isn't, that deep.)

Hell?

The pain.

Okay, that shit is deep.

Sometimes, I feel like this… whatever is trapped in this body I hate so much, just needs to fly. It really does hurt now, like all the time--sometimes is not as bad--like that panic attack, or a hyperventilation--

Okay, I need to Skrillex.

Need?

Need?

Or, want?

At this point, both, think?

Why?

Because if anything I intentionally set myself spinning was getting to the end of this endless River of--

Elysian Park.

The lovers.

Pink floyd.

Chak Chel's tree.

And the animated movie, where Chak Chel was just a "retard, maybe? I don't know" or something dragged along by her brothers who just wanted to party, but end up accidently leaving her and she just keeps time traveling using her magic of nature through water and eventually meeting with The Skrillex when the thing was just a tiny thing that whirred around repeating things and making certain sounds no one would hear for--wait which human era, or where is the thing that came from the Dimisionb where the SuoaCree and Skrillex on the mantle, or the dresser of the Scientist or something who invented these two intricate pieces of alien technology, so artfully and intricately desiged and allinged neatly by the window, where The Skrillex was still sleeping and he didn't even see The SupaCree leaving, alternately it was SupaCree who slept while The Skrillex crept out of the window, gettinng swept up by the giant thing I haven't really even seen, cause it's so big, so big that people just say "wait what is that thing" as it just sweeps the galaxy collecting all these interesting anomolies in space it's LSDream's infinitely expanding vast of bigger-than-a-planet massive thing repeats the phrases from the renegades of light while both expanding and colliding space in time and music side by side and while Bampheramphs and Psychonaughts like Dorothy all collide with other psychedelic fictions of our time which, by the way reminded by the way the Raven's like a writing desk, cause RAven's helping write is and The spider is the plug, a bug and chArlotte lost her mind when in somewhere around Christmas time I sang to silver bells and the vibrations aligned as only time would tell my that I still like to harmonise, and I remember when my cousins in the car who couldn't hear the harmony when we would sing to bars of gospel music, people like to spend their time in bars but I'd just rather look at shooting stars, and stars inside the eyes of drunken stars as I fly, a shooting star as I was stricken by a guy whose name which I refuse to write, but I'd excersise in time with an album that I like, or rather that I love and that's just what it is, I love the man no matter what but wonder what he thinks of someone so fucked up that has nothing someone who has and does everything genius mind mastering magic of music in the least, but I think I just might be obsessed with this celebrity; apparently however, everytime I close my eyes, to pray or meditate, or enter dreams, or take a trip eating anything, actually--just when I do anything it's Sorry Sorry Sorry just forgive me for being me, that's the album that I planned to do one day cause r can double as an n, I've said the n word 37 times, at least I don't know why that number but I hope I just don't have to be this stupid Dillon Francis fan who writes about the stupid things that nobody really watches DJs like I do, but I do cause I used to want to am a I might be a superstar DJ, like I need to be my DJS favorite DJ and the truth detector reads the truth when Supacree finally obliges the bad guys who keep asking who the TimeKeeper who holds the key and I guess that's right on time, as perfect timing binds the Triverse that she is together in the never ending, she'll just keep on searching for her buddy, or her best friend, or her hubby, whatever's possible possibly anything as magic brings about the rounds of tragedy collapsing fabrics planets lands and galaxies, dimensions where ascended Masters have to lead the good to defeat evil, SupaCree reset the balance as she laughs with Dillon Francis and she leaves The Skrillex stranded a galaxy with Sonny, as she sees it, cause she doesn't see--its easier that way, but out of mind he cannot be as she's combined with her devine a d has omnopitient exsistance as she visits with the people of her planet in a distant galaxy after the Apocolyltiic shit that just collapsed and vanish just begins, an intermission and an interview session where suggestions of the clips and flashbacks give the population of the planet, none of which are racist, having given all the bad away to Satan, which is fake because she made it up And nothing isn't nothing, Jimmy Fallon fucking loves it cause it's just a peaceful place where no one else can bother him and now it all makes sense, but it isn't the end because it's infinite, like infinite like "isn't this just a about one thing?" But everything happened in an instant, so the clips could go in any order, or we just delete it--bht she can't delete the Skrillex and she hyperventilates as she remembera something makes something makes something happen if you just change your perception to it had to be a positive then lost as fuck is really on the way to "here it is" and "where is skrillex" is the significance of what it is to be significant...it's intricately vivid and colorful, these visions, it's been just a year right now but Ive been learning from somewhere that an instant here is eternities in other places I have reached And "what did getter do?" Is being answered in the frequencies and I don't really care, I'd rather die then live inside a world that doesn't think a damned creating new things all the time but finds attractive pictures in a screen and scrolls and scrolls to like it and he just might cheat if she looks just like her profile right, but does she ever--all the filters for the catfish, tastes like dirt and nothing's worth it if I work this hArd to barely be an urchen on the giant animal, whatever urgens like to pasaste And I am just a person on the other side of paradice I go through all these places on the westside where I've died a thousand times, I don't know why I like it, that's just my life and I like to like my life, but life's expensive when it's nice and I could write all this and never get attention which is fine but I am writing this and never making money, that ain't right I don't really like the money, I just wanna sleep in side. I don't really hate my country, but I'm a vet that died because I said I'd run for president and someone in the white supremacy movement tried to have me killed not once or twice, but by the time I finally tried myself, they didn't even try to pump mys stomach in the white run republican undiscovered bleeding heart, the state that I was born in, which THe Skrillex digs in record time to find Chak Chel inside the SupaCree and then it flies away as Cree before the supaCree cries as she tried to figure out the how and why the mother ship is on the other side And she can her someome tell her to get inside and wonders how the song sounds like a skrillex set, like he was playing live inside her bluetooth set as she just tries to find it, cause it was her spofity, but sounds like all these sounds from guys that she admires dropping bass in side her mind and he was wasted, more than wasted, more than wasted at the time after she died and he was thrown into the world that did collide, the bird that really liked the boy who shot her and the microscope the scientist is eyeing is the scene in black and white and all this writing might be nothing like the points in any time where I'm just running on like raven does, and satalites find wall e and the SupaCree while dancing And I hate the way I just hate the way I can't get it all the way organized and how would I send it to Dillon or skrillex and what if I did this and get no response not a miniscule anything to the time that I put in the time that I wasted if I'm rally just in a life where my punishment is seeing someone die by my side a thousand times and writing everything I've seen while taking time talking to God and asking just to skate his life, while I've been pleading with the devil that he trade his death for mine and I become a tye died crypt keeper with diamonds on her sythe and I'm a psycho psychic psy-something oh wait, I like psy , but I remember blasting Skrillex out my window in the night the northern lights would dance and sing as I left my volume high in 825 where I was writing things for tv screens just leaving fiending for a cigarette and I get frostbite cause I cannot buy the gloves I need, or food to eat or anything at any time, I give my life to guys like Sketti and see Dammit all the time, and I never even got to tell Feysha fucking bye but just decided I'd leave dubstep on, which no one really liked it's like 09 or something, I don't know, it was another life, the title song I'd write to Vibrate but I didn't know the vibe just might be high enough from playing bass beside the northern lights for universal occurances or the torture that this is for everything I wish to be eventually granted either by death, or by snu snu, I refuse to live through poverty when all of me died in that room where the car where the place that the time where my daughter and son died. I haven't been write ever since. The pain to work another job I hate, not worth it, to stay chained to the ex who made me hate my entire being, because everything was my fault and my fault and my fault and my mom the default resulting in the revolting ball of all the ugly bodies in the world that's just this damaged sack of whatever road I'm on, but it won't be long, now, the monkey said and the monkeys dead and the monkey is me, if the white supremacy guys talking rught--or I'm an idol that might have the thing the world needs, but it can't see cause people have eyes and I just have love in my love and my love is my art is my I just can't get off this rollercoaster ride

Scatta

I died

.

But Choppa burned down the whole ride, I only got to ride it once, but it's fine--if he's been in hell since the time of the album where I liked to fly on the luggage carts flying as I'd do a job I didn't like

But that was back when I was fine with making nothing for my time

Now I'm either making someone that I really really like

Or I'm dying, I would love to live

If I could live inside.

Satan runs my mother from the other side but I am really just my mother, who can also travel time.

How'd I do that

Oh, I remember thinking that it might be funny to have actor Jallel White arrive in cameos as--

Fuck this.

Oh right, the roomba in the room that just

Honey, come home please--we are worried about you.

Heaven has been calling for while now.

Maybe the dimension this makes sense in is in the next realm.

That's just it. There is no knowing. I'm starting to get a clearer picture of it.

You said the vision was vivid.

Which Vision, most Visions are vivid.

This is just inside your head.

It's all in my head.

Occult Classic.

Nice.

$40 for a long sleeve.

You would wear it.

I would buy it if I didn't have my pride and $40 I'll apply to something else.

Like flying back to the town you said you'd burn down and your ex denies but threatened that the gang he's in will kill you--

That's what you'd like, right?

Death, just as long as I die. It can't be suicide, the sin that left me punishing and writing sides for Dillon Skrillex Roiland

That's a glib glob

So am I.

The longest drive that never was, was just hallucinations, right?

And Chak Chel's sweat lodge before you found the rock where all the butterflies

TH3 D3VILS D3N

A deal with the Devil turns into a wild goose chase through Hell, after

'ASCENSION' CROSSOVER:

The Ascended Masters

SunnÏ Blū Saga

Soundtrack:

It

Father Said,Skrillex 12th Planet

Secret Life of Sunnï Blū

Much Ado About Sunnï Blū

Something Sunnï This Way Comes

The Suite Life of Sunnï Blū

I don't have any love left

Just bitterness

See to this,

Hear to this

This infinite pit I live in is just

Limitless,

It's endless shit

I should just end it

I should just end it

I should just end it

Isn't it time we get rid of this planet

Animal magnetism

It ends in headonistic and satanic

Black magic rituals

Marilyn, you fool

I see right through you

Evil eyes, and all the lies

Never nice,.

I won't supply you with the times

Miss, miss

Ms. Mrs.

Marilyn Moore, maybe

Oh, poor me, I see

That'll be the day I bleed

That'll be the day I bleed

That'll be the day I bleed

Into the sink

Or into the sea

Whatever suits me

You just do what you want with your body

Do whatever you want with my body,

When I leave it,

If it's not me

It's not any concious being

I'm just being honest, if

Honesty is the best policy

And polished lips is all I see

Inheritance is all it means to be free

If you inherit anything,

You're better off than me

If you can catch a man

Without a personality

Just hang me loosely from a noose

Upon my very favorite tree

Just tie the noose around my neck

Display for everyone to see

Just tie the noose around my neck

The best of UCLA breeds

The fallen angels, wicked saints

Tainted flesh,

Late postmates,

Mistakes and meth to make the grade

My love is fading

Live is faded

Love is blind and

Love is jaded

Close my eyes, though they are shaded

Those remind me of a love

I wish I hated

I wish I hated him

I wish I dated more

I wish my name was Moore

But Mrs. closed the door

Evil sacred magic spells

A tainted, bloody wishing well

Well, my friends I wish you well

If I could damn myself to hell

I have

I never left this place.

The Beginning of The End of The Infinite Skrillifiles.

I thought it was infi--

“The Blue Eyed Skrillex”

It was weird.

Sonny's unborn son travels back from his future and winds up in a...

What does he want?

To go back, I'm assuming.

\\

This scene?

Is it written?

It might be.

How's this?

Don't do this.

I have to.

___

Oh YES—we were tie dying!

Oh shit, now I remember.

___

DR

Ya'll. Skrillex is an alien.

OWSLA

We know this.

DR

No, I mean-- like, for real.

OWSLA

Yeah. He is.

Wait, Doctor WHO?

Exactly.

“DOCTOR WHOWSLA”

(Lame.)

EVERYONE

We already knew that.

DR

No. But I mean, on some real shit--

OWSLA

WE KNOW DUDE.

Oh.

[THE SKRILLEX (A Giant Alien Spacecraft) is Unveiled]

What in the fuck sauce.

[Siri Plays Duck Sauce]

No, Siri--Okay, you know what? I'm not even mad.

I love this.

[Mini Dance Break--

Suddenly the Skrillex is activated by th--]

Ohhh, I get it.

Because, remember, it runs on--

Yassssss!!!!

What the--

WOAH.

What just happened?

How'd you do that?

I did not!

Yes you did!

It wasn't me!

THE SKRILLEX:

IT WAS U.

Oh My God.

What the fuck!

This is crazy!

I KNOW DUDE--

Are we terrified or astounded?!

I AM SKRILLEX.

AHHHH!

PORQUE NO LAS DOS?

THE SKRILLEX PLAYS ‘PORQUE NO LAS DOS, BY SUPACREE

What is this?

I love it.

[Miniature Dance Break, even amidst the chaos

Wait... I wrote this song.

Wait--you did?

This is you!

Damn. That's fire.

This is hot.

You wrote this?

Yeah, but...in the future.

Wait, I thought there is no future.

There has to be, Skrillex is in it.

I AM SKRILLEX.

Apparently, this is him.

No it isn't!

It is him.

It has to be.

But it isn't.

It's him, he's just screwing with it.

Who is this kid?

What is she even doing here with us?

She's going to help us find him.

Close...but no.

What do you mean?

We've had several hundred experts listen--

There are several hundred ‘experts' in Skrillex.

Several Thousands, more precisely, in this specific field of study, mind you.

I do mind.

This is a very serious matter, miss.

Over it.

I beg your pardon?

Mind Over...Nevermind.

But I do.

*shrugs* Hm.

The Audiobook Part II

A funny series of chapters, if you can get through the burning tears of heartbreak.

(Recorded January 2021)

*Trigger Warning*

Disclaimer: Sometimes, the truth hurts. Don't Kill Yourself.

-LEAKY SPOILER BELOW-

The Infinite Fandoms Are Watching Via Interdimensional Cable in Real-Time Live Action.

SONNY/ SKRILLEX

It wasn't me.

SUPACREE

Okay, Shaggy.

(What the fuck is that supposed to mean?)

((All the DJ's will get it.))

SUPACREE

So I guess this is not your sweater.

SONNY/ SKRILLEX

(Squints, guiltily lying.)

No….

SUPACREE

Oh, ffftt-- reat. I was only holding onto it because I thought it was yours, and actually gave a whole fuck about it. My mistake, fuck.

SONNY/SKRILLEX

...right.

SUPACREE

So you don't mind if I just... burn it, right--?

SONNY/SKRILLEX

You wouldn't do that…

SUPACREE

Um, I might--

SONNY/SKRILLEX

DON'T--

SUPACREE

Don't what? Light this--not your--but completely random--sweater on FIRE? What might that do?

[She flicks the bic.]

SONNY/SKRILLEX

STOP!

SUPACREE

Oh. Why Sonny?

(Woah, how are these two on a first name basis?)

(I told you he did it.)

CUT TO:

Jesus and his angels also really enjoy watching this show. Jesus has been on extended vacation for quite some time; He lounges carelessly, snacking on pizza in a cloudy, albeit, smoke-filled paradise. Two of his favorite Angels occasionally accompany him, carrying out tasks throughout the inner dimensions.

JESUS

Ohhhooo, Christ, I knew it.

ANGEL 1

He is fucked.

JESUS

He's been fucked, now he's just done for.

CUT BACK TO:

SUPACREE

Is this your sweater?

SONNY/SKRILLEX

(Guilty)

...it might be…

SUPACREE

I know it's your sweater, asshole!

SONNY/SKRILLEX

Ow! Okay! Fuck!

[The BODYGUARD steps in.]

CUT TO:

Most DJs have interdimensional cable, and take guilty pleasure in watching the series unfold, sometimes working themselves to manipulate circumstances in the favor of the desired outcome.

DILLON FRANCIS

Oh, this Is getting W E I R D.

ALLISON WONDERLAND

It was always weird, now it's getting good.

DEADMAU5

He is so fucked--

CUT BACK TO:

BODYGUARD

Hey,watch it!

SUPACREE

(To Bodyguard)

Watch It? You watch it motherfucker!

[The BODYGUARD steps back cautiously.]

SUPACREE (CONT'D)

My bodyguard will eat your bodyguard and--!!

BODYGUARD

Oh man….

FOUR TET

Is that really your sweater?

SONNY/SKRILLEX

...yeah…

CUT TO:

FANDOM

How did she get his sweater!?

CUT BACK TO:

FOURTET

Dude! How did she get your sweater?

ON INTERDIMENSIONAL TV:

How did she get his sweater?!!!

SONNY/SKRILLEX

I don't know…

(I know how)

SUPACREE

Yeah Sonny, how did I get your sweater??? How did I do that?

SONNY/SKRILLEX

I--don't know! You probably stole it from my house!

SUPACREE

I don't even know where your house is!

SONNY/SKRILLEX

Google knows where my house is!

SUPACREE

GOOGLE KNOWS WHERE EVERYONE'S HOUSE IS.

FAN

She has a point.

In the reality where it's a live-action, realtime gameshow:

{DING}

HOST

A POINT!

SONNY/SKRILLEX

WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH ME?

SUPACREE

OK, RIHANNA.

{DING}

HOST

ANOTHER POINT!

CUT TO:

ARMIN VAN BUREN is watching in literally every-possible infinite dimension, via a multitude of flatscreens, within his megaship.

ARMIN

Damn.

CUT BACK TO:

SONNY/SKRILLEX

Your references are outdated.

SUPACREE

Well so are you. Here.

[She tosses his sweater at him.]

DILLON FRANCIS

(Leaping up, distrubed)

What is she doing?!

DEADMAU5

(Sipping soda smugly through a straw.)

Woah, she loves that thing.

SONNY/SKRILLEX

What? I--I don't want it---keep it.

SUPACREE

I don't want it. Take it back.

SONNY/SKRILLEX

No!

SUPACREE

Okay!

[She flicks the Bic, Lighting the Sleeve On Fire]

SONNY/SKRILLEX.

Are you STUPID?

SUPACREE

No, worse; I'm SKRILLEX.

{DING}

HOST

THATS A POINT!

Well, That's III.

CUT TO:

ALICIA KEYS is a guest star on one of the infinite television shows in which this takes place; She reprises her classic song on stage in front of a live studio audience, as the events are projected on megascreens behind her.

ALICIA KEYS

This girl is on FIRE!!!

SUPACREE

So's that sweater, isn't that significant, or something?

SONNY/SKRILLEX

Oh, shit--yeah--Hey--

[Emptiness]

Then:

A Portal Opens.

The Audiobook Part III

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‘Thieo' makes his final wish (for his truest and everlasting love) to his appointed Acceded Sorcerer; but there are trials he must endure and obstacles to be met before his wish come true—

C'Esmett— A warrior princess raised to rule is on the brink of going rouge, after she is betrayed by her betrothed —her calling to become queen is imminent; yet she must overcome boundaries set by tradition, facing the powers-that-be to strengthen and master her own. Her ancient knowledge, ascended sorcery, and intrinsic healing mysticism— amongst other gifts of nature (a seer, fortune of truths; being of light)

Into The Future

A Divine Psychic's Reaffirmations of The Reflective Premonitions from A Life Lived Infinitely

There's no doubt that I have been unbreakably and unbearably tied to the future which I once foresaw, and still oftentimes do with the reminders of each lucid love once set in place as a code, a language spoken between those of us in this realm, and those ascended beyond the duty of this existence.

Though names continue to blur and confuse the true presence of either's auras. I've come to believe almost to a point of knowing the connection between myself, Dillon Francis, and Sonny Moore—Respectively and as a conglomerate the latter mentioned a fluid and translucent reflection of myself in every sense that all he is up to this point is all of what I am, and also am not.

Though careless now in my regards to that of what may actually happen behind this point, there are broad visions of certainty pertaining to the realm of infinity, with the extended knowledge of what has already, and what will happen, if allowed to be so. Still, careless in the overall outcome, I can only help to wonder which circumstances I have received not in the energetic form of thought or imagination, but in the broad and astral cosmic visions of what lie ahead, as I have finally come to gracefully l accept and respect my very psychic sensibilities.

Annie's just another body

Men like bodies

I'm just another heart, but

Men like bodies

We are both broken, but

Men like broken bodies

Broken hearts are just

Impossible responsibilities

Irresponsible possibilities

I'm not Annie

I'm not Claire,

Not Marilyn

Not Supacree

Not Skrillex...or, Sonny

Not anybody that has to be

Something or anything

For anybody's anything

I'm nothing nothing

Nothing nothing

Nothing nothing

Nothing nothing

Sorry

I'm Amy

My baby, he

Drops the album, goes on tour

I'm crying on the kitchen floor

But I'll be at the bottom

Of every bottle

In the eyes of every model

In the smile of every dancer