‘Diplo Escapes From The Blacklist’ -Ū.

This--soul.

Yes?

It is...of light?

It is.

And?

(A concept unbeknownst the the dark and evil underlords of Satan's realm, which has expanded far beyond hell, into the upper reaches of our world, consuming in darkness everything it can.)

Something else…

What?

Something powerful. It is...beyond words.

How?

That is, yet to be understood.

Mmm…

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Before the initial collision...

Exited for EDC?

Are you serious?

Is Dillon Francis going to be there?

Dillon Francis?

Yeah. DJ Dillon Francis.

Uh. I don't know. And I don't care.

Why not? This guy is awesome.

*Rolls eyes* since when do you listen to EDM?

I don't. Just Dillon Francis. He's fuckin hilarious. Look at this.

(She watches the video where Dillon Francis plays a backyard party)

Huh.

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Dillon Francis arrives through a portal onto Venice beach, just moments before SUPACREE arrives; Where he i ‘kidnapped' into an Egyptian crystal shop.

What the FUCK! Dillon Francis isn't the answer to anything, even if someone is pointing at him asking "Who the fuck is that?"

Well that's because the answer is "DJ Dillon Francis"

Exactly.

Oh, please.

The Great Saltair, Salt Lake City, Utah

SŪP∆ is on the lineup; she prepares for her set. She lurks down into the dancefloor, hiding in the risers, looking over the crowd to read the room.

As she peers into the corner nearest to the bar, she suddenly stops, tipping down the rims of her glasses and squinting sternly, scanning over the large group...she intensely scopes a tall, and lanky brunette hunched drunkenly in the corner, one sleeve of her I'll fitting oversized jacket hanging off her shoulder unevenly. Even from afar, she looks tequila toasted.

Yikes.

She looks down at her [watch/early version of the synesthesia panel] it is 7:35.

Annnnnd--the night is young…

She peers once more into the corner, to see the girl stumbling towards the restroom sloppily, hunched shoulders and struggling to keep her oversized jacket "on", over her high waisted shorts, accompanied by black fishnets and babydoll crop top, stomping in her stupor towards the restroom.

She thinks for a moment, then exits downstairs intently.

Downstairs: She is greeted by one of the stagehands. They PLUR and hug.

Dimitri: Heeeeey. Happy Rave Dayyy.

Supa: Every day is rave day.

Dimitri: I wish.

Supa: it is. And wishes come true.

Dimitri: Ugh, I wish.

Supa: Don't waste a wish on a wish. They all come true.

Dimitri: Think so?

Supa: Know so. Like--know-know...so...don't wish for stupid shit; you don't know how many wishes you actually get, so just…be...specific.

*He is starry eyed, gazing at her in a dreamlike trance* ...like super specific.

Dimitri: ...Specific…Wishes…

Supa: Rollin'?

Dimitri: *he nods happily, bouncing to the upbeat house coming from the mainstage*

Supa: just kicked in?

Dimitri: shaking head in agreement Yuh.

Supa: Water? (She produces a bottled water out of "nowhere" (the void in her energy field which manifests items most needed/useful immidiately)

Dimitri: (he takes the water, amazed that she literally pulled it out of nowhere right in front oh him, but his Befuddled expression suggests curiosity that he is "tripping", which he quickly shrugs off, still bouncing happily to the music as he takes a drink (nearly the entire bottle), giving him life. (As he catches his breath, he looks up yo see a tricolor of gumstucks fanned before him, his eyes light up.

Supa: spearmint, peppermint, winter fresh.

Dimitri: ...ohhhh shittttt, winter fresh…! He happily the DJ loops the word "fresh", and they share a dance breakdown S Dimitri finishes his water and starts on his stick of gum.

She produces a trash bag out of thin air, gesturing vanna white style, again as Dimitri 'checks' himself, unaware of Supa's Powers.

Supa: Trash.

He enters his trash, after which supa immidiately collapses, as it vanishes.

Dimitri: ...what was...what was that.

Supa: that...was...trash...magic…bags…brand...bags.

(magic isnt real.)

Oh, fuck, right.

Dillon Francis (in the next dimension over) Is.

Uh, Personal Space.

Telepathy wasn't invented for "personal space"

Telepathy wasn't invented at all.

Exactly. It's--Magic. Hence.

This has been previously established.

I'm reinforcing the foundations...established...previously.

Uh, Don't you have half an album to finish?

Uh, Don't you have a rave frozen in an unstable time warp so we can have this conversation--which, by the way I'm pretty sure does not comply with aforementioned...reinforced foundations, previously...established…

So what's the other half of thAt...was it even an album. Is it an EP?

Nice view from the dancefloor, by the way, Jeez--JEEZ, I mean I guess once you get used to the view from the stage, behind--you know--where the actual DJs...DJ. behind the decks. In the DJ booth. For the DJ.

...k…

Which you're not.

Oh, I'm not.

No. You're just...Dillusionally, probably permanently and terminally...not a DJ.

Not a DJ.

Not a DJ. Right.

Not a DJ...with Magic.

Maybe, mildly, weirdly magic--definitely not a DJ. Ever.

Okay. Not--

Dillon Francis: Not ever--

Oh right, not ever

both: a DJ.

Dillon Francis: I'm glad you finally understand. We so, so appreciate the FANS, though.

Supa: BIG fan. BIG Dillon Francis fan.

Dillon Francis: I know. I have…I'm telepathic. I'm also a DJ. Like, a real DJ. With...fans. AND albums.

Supa: So many fans.

Dillon Francis: and albums. Like, tracks.

Supa: Right. Tracks. Got That Track Magic. I just got that, fan magic. And you know, actual magic. Thanks Dillon Francis--

DIllon Francis: DJ Dillon Francis

Supa: Right. DJ Dillon Francis. So many fans.

Dillon Francis: but you're my best fan.

Supa: Best Fan!

Dillon Francis: BEST FAN.

SUPA: YEAH.

DILLON FRANCIS: FAN CAM!

SUPA ONE FOR THE FAN GRAM!

DILLON: THE *BEST* FAN GRAM.

SUPA: YEAH.

(posing for a selfie. she spitefully flashes him into a cross parallel dimension, outside of Bampheramph jurisdiction, trapping him in an intractable dimension; the photo

Dimitri: ...magic…?

Supa: uh--no! magic, the music is magic, Just trash bags...brand...yeah

Dimitri: trash...brand...bags...

Supa: ...yeah

(At the end of the break, an immediate change of tone--Supa readjusts her outfit and hair, collecting herself in a snap--grabbing dimitri by his shoulder and pulling him closer, crouching lower into a "gameplay" position.) Now, business talk time.

Dimitri: serious face?

Dimitri tries to straighten up, and "get serious, still bouncing along to the beat, adjusting his sunglasses.

Nice Dinghy, dude.

It's...not a dinghy. It's a miniature yacht, and you're talking a lot, for someone that's more of a prop, than the dialogue.

Prop. Plot device. Main character. Oh shit dude--I might even star of the show.

She's the star of the show.

Not without me.

I'm it.

Nah, you're just Skrillex.

That's--all you need.

Humility. You need it.

I made the HUMBLE remix.

We all know you're her favorite--and we all know she needs it. And everything age writes I lead it

She lets you do that?

You bought it.

It wasn't me.

You know what?

What?

I don't think it's good for you, If you do this movie.

Movies. It's like a series. Or a saga, oh--god, I don't know.

Yeah. She is. Like a God, and you're not, man. So you know...I mean…

Actually heh. First of all, you tell me what the price of Everliving Skrillex is, I'll wait.

My pants are currently selling for 69.99 right now.

My left sock was 69.99 this morning.

Why are you buying individual socks--and why are you buying socks in the mornings? You're up late, how are you even up in the morning? Do you ever sleep? Does a Skrillex sleep?

Does a Dillon Francis DJ? Or wear proper fitting pants? Or do anything? Anything cool at all.

Yeah actually--I pushed Skrillex off my miniaature yacht!

Youre a miniature yacht. You're not a good villain. Or at anything, really. Youre just...Dillon Francis.

And you're just stranded in the ocean.

And you're still just Dillon Francis. I'm ok. It's refreshing. Unlike

(Fresh up out the wata

__________

Get off my Alien Planet! Don't touch it! It's my alien planet, nobody land on it.

Suhweeet planet…

No! Don't land on that planet!

He lands .

God DAMMIT.

I can't do that. You know I can't do that. It's a whole planet just--give it time

I gave is spacetime! I am time!

I know you are, dear. Just be patient.

Be patient? I claimed it! And the. He went and put his DILLON FRANSIS all over it.

Let Dillon Francis play with your planet yeah?

What?? No, can't have it, it's my planet. No.

But he already put his Dillon on it, you know how that goes.

I do know how it goes. I wrote it.

How does it go?

It goes--No--No--Dillon Francis, go home. No planet for Dillon Francis this isn't Dillon Francis Land, its closed. and also not. Your. Planet. Go. Home.

That had a lot of heart, hun.

And no Dillon Francis.

Actually, it had a lot of that, too.

Aha, well it's about to have a lot of not that, once I knock the not-that-hotsauce off his mini yacht knocking sock-rocking-planet-blocking-motherfacker!!!! RAAGGHHH…!!

Whew. Did you just eat a McFury?

MAYBEITWASAFUCKISDILLONFRANCISDOINGONMYPLANETSANWHICH.

sounds like a lot. / Sounds Like A Mouthful.

It wasn't. Ever. Never. / It's not.

(Alternately)

_______

Hey. This is a nice planet.

He's gonna be like--

Like flabbergasted.

Past Flabbergasted. Did he see you land?

Yeah.

Good. Lol. Did he get the coupon?

--Yes.

(Previously)

[Dillon Lurks In The Background with the

SupaCreepers (binoculars)]

$-FREE MCFURY.

...oh, shit. Mm! Yeah-yeah!

Cut back:

Hehehe.

The Skrillex Enters The Atmosphere.

'I AM SKRILLEX'

_________

Three cross dimensions are about to collide into a singular reality. Three hospital rooms, three ensembles, three patients on their deathbeds.

Three Cities Three Mainstages At Three Major Music Festivals. Three superstar DJs at the decks

Did we make it?

Is it too late?

Is she gone?

Where is she?

Are you serious?

We're never gonna make it.

NO!

3 dimensions: Wait, what happened?

3 dimensions: Wait, what happened?

"Are you okay?"

This isn't happening.

Do we have time?

Never say Never.

-We'll never make it

-Don't say that

Are you ready?

Yo, where IS she?

He's like, crazy or something.

She's crazy.

This is craaaaazy.

Ok, first of all--

Go! Go! Go, now!

-So, she already told you beforehand?

-Yes.

NO!

YES!

YAAAAAAS.

All dimensions: No/NO

NO, OH GOD NO--

"YES, OH MY GOD" (sampled)

(What?)

"JESUS." (Sampled, Coffee Run)

(What?)

Don't--

What are you doing here?

(Angrily) Ū!!!!

It's YOU!

group dancing to solja boy (youuuuuuuu)

(Rollercoaster sample from Scatta)

I don't know, he's been, you know--

-Did you know?

-No…

-DID YOU KNOW?

Know what?

What? What is what?

(From Deathbed) ...Water…

Surprised reactions, at the bedside

-Run!

-How much time do we have?

-Take all the time you need.

Time...Ah, yes, I--yes, I remember Time...

She says it all the time, I didn't think she'd actually.

He's gone.

She died, right?

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"Running Out Of Time"

Frazzled and haggardly beaten, having exhausted everything attempting to unravel an endless web of timelines tied together ultimately by inevitability, he frantically rifles through his apartment, tearing through every corner, fiending for any energy source. He uplifts the couch cushions, tossing away various (insert easter eggs here) objects, empty portal guns, as the vibrations from a buzzing phone alert him of an incoming call, he fishes armpit deep into the crevices, red faced and cracked lips, cursing

--c'mon, c'mon--how did this get so fucking DEEP. God DAMN IT--

------

By Chak Chel's bedside, the ascended Masters are gathered surrounding a weak and lifeless GOD/Chak Chel in her absolutely oldest physical body.

Oh man, I don't think she can handle many more of these Damnations, it's just more and more damage

I told you we should have Destroyed that damn planet!

She created that planet--

It's not about the planet, it's the inhabitants.

If we annihilate humanity now, the planet itself may regenerate with time…

Time…? I--

They all turn their heads toward Chak Chel, as she drifts back out of conciousness.

She's so lost to time...

If she succumbs under this darkness, it could be eons before The Light is restored.

It may never be.

INSOLENT CREATURES!

Perhaps we should prepare for invasion.

Invasion? They are primitive beings, barely reached the outer realms of conciousness--

We'd be waging an all-out war, on an intergalactic scale; the magnitude of this could ripple through

--infinite--

--infinite dimensions--

This is everything.

Everything is Everything.

Pft. Yeah--until it's nothing--

Oh, yeah--just add to the amount of negative energy-- might as Well just push her into The Void

I'll push you into The Void.

Nothing I haven't been through.

Yeah, dude, we've all been through The Void.

...I am The Void...

I was at THE ASCENSION! Where were you??

(They argue)

The Crypt Keeper Lurks Silently in the corner.

Guys.

The room is in upheaval, an outroar of arguments have erupted amongst the Gods, the Ascended Masters and other chosen leaders from each realm throughout the multiverse.

...Shhht, quiet...

The Crypt Keeper slowly lifts up her staff, in slow motion

SupaCree shakes her head at the crypt keeper, gesturing "no, don't"

Guys.

As the crypt keeper lowers her staff, SupaCree begins to emit a shining white light

GUYS!

THE CRYPT KEEPER CHARGES HER STAFF INTO THE GROUND, SHAKING THE WORLD WITH A THUNDEROUS FORCE, THREE TIMES.

The fabric of the entire multiverse begins to shatter.

The room cowers in fear and uncertainty.

Chak Chel (very weakly) Where's Dillon…he...he should be back by now…

Wait, Dillon- Dillon WHO!?

Dillon Francis? Wait--what?

Dillon Francis, are you serious?

Oh, God--

--Shh--

Sorry, I just--seriously--? Dillon Francis.

It's always Dillon Francis.

Tell me about it, Jesus Christ--

--SHH--!!

It's fine, I put the light inside of that one.

What light?

You put the Divine light of The Source inside of that guy?

I'm not a--wait--what light?

What's a "Dillon Francis?"

We had to hide it

Chak Chel: Dillon? ...he...he should be here by now,-- I--I have to give him more time…

Wow, Dillon Fucking--the whole time (tying into the dimension where SupaCree has just divulged that her favorite DJ is Dillon Francis

That's her apprentice?

What!

Explains how he's always everywhere, I guess--

Expect here.

--yeah, where IS he anyway?

Yeah, I mean--he should have been here awhile ago.

What the fuck does Dillon Francis have to do with anything?

I mean really.

The Gods have quietly moved into a secret chamber, hidden from the rest of the

WHO did this?

We had to act quickly--

It was a unified decision

DECISION BY WHO?

They fall quiet.

WHOSE idea was it to hide the Divine light of the source within this--this--imperfect and flawed body? What genetic catastrophy allowed for this creature to have been created?

Her genetic code is what allowed us to be able to--

--THE GODS ARE CREATED IN OUR IMAGE? WHAT TAINTED IMAGE IS THIS, ITS AS IF SATAN CREATED IT, IF SATAN COULD--

...Satan Sealed The Shield...

The Gods all react in suprise and horror,

...What…

WHAT?

You entrusted SATAN with the encryption of The

Not me. Chak Chel.

WHAT?

...what? Why would...why would…

Why would she trade her immortality for

She sacrificed her connection to The Source?

What for?

She would sacrifice anything to save humanity from extinction. She...loves that planet, and it's inhabitants.

She believed in the overall good of humankind, that they could one day come to know Love.

To Be Love.

She was created and designed specifically to be the embodiment of life and light itself--

The Prophecy (III)

bedside ensemble in a shielded field; SupaCree senses the energy field,

Which she walks into.

She has awakened her conciousness far more quickly than was ever expected--

(The origins)

Once we send her back, she will have been three times ressurected from Death.

How is she to bring these...this planet so drowned in darkness into the light?

She can.

She will.

She has. There have been innumeous witnesses to the manifestations and miracles the power of the light has given her.

And she's yet to use the entirety of the Source power to its full potential.

Still, these instances of power manifestation have left a shockwave amidst many, even the Prophets, as fortold have discussed a solidified following amongst the alchemists, sorcerer--

--even mortals who have come to practice in the occult sciences--

She has believers.

(Uhh...I think it's a cult.

What's a cult?)

In the dimension where the world has succumb to darkess--

-The Mormons!?

-Oh, really? Hm.

-Jesus.

[Enter Mormon Jesus]

In the same reality, Which SUPACREE has been trapped in for nearly a eternity in entirety now, she sits drenched in sweat inside her car, as onlookers from the surrounding affluent neighborhood peer into the vehicle with disgust; she looks much like a crackhead talking to herself; however, Jesus, Neva, Se7en and Goldie's anamorphosized personifications by The Guardian Angels accompany her, Avicii, also omnipresent, but unable to be seen or heard in the material reality, even between The Spirit World, which SUPACREE has journeyed deeply into, in search of Chak Chel--who has consistently been leaving hints in Nature, guiding her eventually into "God" (A Long Drive, With You, Friends)

A very Jewish woman sneers, glaring at SupaCree through the window. Telepathically, her very loud and dissaproving

She just doesn't believe in herself.

The Darkness has been working to weaken the potential of the light fir quite sometime now. There is an evil in the power of man, darkness in the consumption of currency--

--she's been targeted by her own country as an enemy, which the world powers see as a threat--

--her, a threat--?

--she had political ambitions. These men wage war over currency, the hypocraxy of religion.

America.

She has the ability to be one of the most powerful leaders in human history. She acts instinctively in Love.

A target?

Her world has been long lost from love, succumbed to the darnesss, the primitive error of man.

Greed.

She has overcome more alienation, more life altering loss of light in just this lifetime than can

And, has been raised by the shepards and priest in the teachings of the great kingdom.

She brings herself to Death in despair and sadness. She cannot live with the power of the source light in the loss of Love, the pain becomes too great.

And now?

She's been bestowed by the ancients the wisdom of her true origins.

So she knows…

She knows that in the absence of Love, there is no Life left to light.

Love is the thing that weaves together the fabric of space and time.

Reality, Is…

AH, JESUS CHRIST!

SupaCree appears behind him in the doorway silently.

The Bampheramph Line rings, he hopes it is Hanzel--it is Chak Chel--he rolls his eyes, tossing his phone to the side

You should probably answer that.

You should probably shut the fuck up, how about that?

Relax. I need you to listen to me--remember that thing--

Which THING? EVERYTHING? Like EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING? Like that!? Huh!

...yes, it's that exactly, actually.

"Exactly, actually--actually,"

SupaCree appears,

Come on, dude, we don't have time for this!

Time? What the fuck is time?

Come on, Dillon, we really don't have time for this, I'll explain it--

Explain it when? When you have time?

He turns to see her, standing in the doorway; A simple plain white T shirt and blue jeans,

I'm trying to tell you, dude. It's time.

Wait, why do you look--wait, which dimension is--whats different about--wait

(Sampled "Wait", at the crosswalk) sneakers launch from the sidewalk and into the busy intersection, in a sprint

" Two genres: Hardstyle, and Country."

"I don't know what the 3rd world war will be fought with, but the 4th will be with sticks and stones."

This begins the battle against "good" and "evil", " darkness" and "light", "life" and "death"--but as the Source, Gods and Ascended Masters all know, that all are one in the same--that these concepts only exist within a primitive human psyche. The collective conciousness of "hybrids", hyper-intellectual "human" individuals with extraterrestrial origins and ancient ancestors, predating the human era (which some distant--even technolocally-- advanced beings amongst intelligent civilizations throughout the cosmos infinite galaxies ever expanding throughout the outer realms of the multiverse, all of conciousness

"And there is no "all", because infinite means that it has yet to end."

*Moving sand (the universe) into a giant space dump truck/space dump.*

...is that all of it?

SŪPA and SKRILLEX, after both having been involuntarily flung "around" an infintely expanding universe, are finally head to head after hunting eachother in realms beyond time and space for literal eternities; The peak of their confused fury comes to a face-to-face blowout, to which the likes the Heavens nor the Underworld ever have seen.

In dimensions where people are tuning in on multi/interdimensional cable, the audience is glued to their seats. (People in rural areas are going through obscene and ridiculius lengths to get a signal so that they can tune in.

In rick and morty's universe:

Ohhh, oh shit rick! I-its that show, with the--uhh, uhhh...

Which 'uhh-uhhs', Morty--the big ones, or the little ones?

Uhhh--Flying Magic DJ Monkey Unicorn Space...Wars...I think.

Oh, you mean Space Rave? You mean like, where they're at a rave *belch* in-in-in Space? Or something like that?

No, it's Monkey Flying Magic DJ...Monkey…

--You said "monkey" twice--

...Space Wars…

I don't know, morty--last time I allowed myself to participate in a music festival, t got, uh, it got pretty deep.

Flashback: Dillon Pickle Francis/ pickle rick

Flashback: Hellavator

Flashback: SŪPA dropping the bass, eliminating rick and morty/justin roiland from existence in entirety.

...yeah, I uhh. Let-uh-let me see that.

He takes the remote control from morty, switching between the channels. They are all SupaTV original series, eventually skipping past 'Ricky and Mo', an over stereotypically alternate Rick and Morty, where the characters are black. (And features an animated Ricky (from run ricky run) as it's main character.

What the--

Go back, Rick! Everybody's favorite DJ is about to battle her favorite DJ.

--who, what? H-h-holdon--

Morty, rushing over to the television, hurriedly switches the channel back manually to it's original channel, from a dimension where the drama has been documented as a melodramatic soap opera meets gameshow.

DUEL!

Duel the wha--oh my God, what is she doing with that chicken wing--?

Ū!

This is just, brutal--

That was just a highlight real. The boss fight is live.

Boss fight... Live--wait a minute--i know that lady!

Hanzel and Gretl are, of course, selling scalped tickets and portal guns to fans who have been following along as the series progresses, They play a 'Deep Deep Deep Bass House' (it's a new genre) B2B set, which emits a magical low frequency bass, opening teleportals which immidiately transport attendees into the Collesium, where a furious Sonny/Skrillex and a rage-fueled SŪP∆ have "randomly" (actually, the result of a carefully planned (and in some dimensions/worlds, failed series of coordinated efforts from various sides, creating worm holes, time gaps, opening (and/or closing) portals with certain intentions, and creating "coincidences" between their two worlds which ultimately expand or collapse the respective universes within the multiverse at their centers.

The festival is in full swing; Behind the scenes, our beloved DJs ready themselves accordingly.

Everybody's there.

(Also, this is where "everyone's a DJ now" gets really out of control.)

*spoiler alert* DJ battle underway.

This is the all-out cage match of magic music ninja

All the Raveweaponry.

All the Jesus.

Everything.

The calm before the storm: The theatre and excitement of the largest scale highest production quality and rave culture values ever known to man (or otherwise). A living, breathing ECO system which expands outward, the Collesium at it's center, where sparkles with the decadence of the Mainstage

Unassumingly, strolling along stage right Skrillex sips on a refreshing beverage--surrounded by his entorage and bodyguard, as per the usual.

Stage left, SŪPA and her #squad are big chillin', eating lollipops, ice cream cones, popcicles, and cupcakes...supaclassy.

Dillon Francis lurks nervously in the background. (He's in the background of every scene, in different clothing, Bampheramphing hectically and sweating bullets. In some cut scenes he is in SŪPA's entourage, in drag--eating a taco, or hot wing rather than candy. He is still being flung around the infinite multiverse, both with purpose and intention for each "side", and has become something of a omnj-agent, completing tasks within the multiverse for almost every force imiginable (and yet to be imagined, infinitely forever after)

SŪP∆ after being transported through a multilayered wormhole, threaded across the Insomniac (and live nation) festivals and concerts she's attended throughout the years and dimensions. Uncertain of which actual realm and dimension she's ended up in, (obviously, one where her SŪP∆ Brand has become a success, realizing her dreams of becoming a "superstar DJ") without the panel, she must summon her forceful energy and light magic by combining her natural intuitive powers and ancient knowledge insight. She preforms various tests within her current reality, as she 'attempts' to recover and pull herself back together, having been only just moments ago cosmically annihilated for a series of infinite eternities, whilst looking for Skrillex. Luckily, she still possesses the Golden Flash drive. It is the final of her array of rave weapons, and by far most powerful.

Skrillex is Skrillex.

They lock eyes from across the stage. An explosion.

(MIND. BLOWN.)

throughout the dimensions:

AAARE YOU READY TO RUMBLEEEEEEE

TV VIEWERS: nervous/excited/scared/happy/sad

Oh, shit!

It's on! It's on!

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

HE SEEN HER! HE SEEN HER!

*tribal dancing*/chanting*

Dillon, from center Sees SŪP∆ seeing Skrillex, squinting in confisiouson (when you think so hard, you momentarily turn into confusious.) She's mad.

Oh--NOOO.

He snaps his neck in the opposite direction, to see Skrillex seeing SŪP∆, squinting Skrillexy. (That's extra, extra hard.) He's mad.

OH GOD, NO!

He morphs into Dillon glances/flances, (3)

(To Dillon Glances: giving him the Golden Flash drive) I have to--I gotta--just take th

Dillon Glances: I can't.

Dillon Francis: You CAN.

Glances: I can't. I'm not a DJ.

Dillon Francis: Everyone's a fucking DJ, DO IT.

glances: Jesus.

Dillon Francis: DO IT.

they run off in three seperate directions: Dillon Francis runs to center stage, attempting to prevent the all out massacre of DJ dueling about to take place...

Dillon Flances runs into the festivals huge and quickly growingega-crowd, as people literally appear out of various portals and wormholes from all over the multiverse. crowds of party goers, exciting them, attempting to open portals to evacuate them to a less fragile timeline. Dillon Glances, who is not a DJ, a Bampheramph, or time traveler of any sort,( by any purposeful means, anyway. He " just kind of gets "sucked in to this shit") , eventually crowning him as an Honorary Bampheramph (which people hate, because it's still an extension of Dillon Francis.)--posing as Dillon Frances, steps up to the decks

Skrillex and SŪP∆ charge towards eachother furiously--

Nobody knows what to do. As they draw closer to eachother, radiating in fury and anger, they explode at eachother.

SŪP∆: YOÜ.

SKRILLEX: YOŪ.

They charge.

BOTH: AHHHHHHHH!!!!

An energy field opens; invisible energies take on color and shape in the outer worlds. Reality shifts.

yelling.

BOTH: WHERES MY MUSIC?

BOTH: YOUR MUSIC?!

BOTH: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

SKRILLEX: No, who the fuck are youuu!

SŪP∆: NO, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?

(Simoltaneously, to stage managers)

SŪP∆: what is HE doing here?

SKRILLEX: what is SHE doing here?

BOTH: I'M ON THE LINEUP.

SŪP∆: Of Course you're on the lineup.

Skrillex: Oh please, How did YOU get on the lineup?

Dillon Francis: *Appearing out of seemingly nowhere, very out of breath and almost dead, still bleeding from open heart surgery through his shirt, face covered in hot wing sauce* Let me explain…

BOTH: DILLON FRANCIS?

Bampheramphs: From across the stage, viewing with Binoculars.

Dillon Francis?

Dillon Francis? What is he doing here?

Ugh, Seriously. Dillon Francis Again?

DJ Rich As Fuck: Yo, Fuck Dillon Francis.

Dillon Francis: Yeah, fuck Dillon Francis.

...Aren't you Dillon Francis…?

Dillon Francis: Pointing at himself, on the stage. No, that's Dillon Francis.

They turn to look back at the stage, Dillon vanishes.

What the--

BOTH: (Now with anger directed towards Dillon) what are you doing here?

Dillon: *Dazed and confused* Uh--I'm on the lineup.

SŪP∆: How?

Skrillex: Why?

Dillon Francis: Jesus Christ, I don't know, ok? Just please don't--

SŪP∆: Don't WHAT Dillon Francis, blast this lil motherfucker out of every kind of fathomable existence with a billion giggatwats of NUCLEAR BASS?

Giggatwats?

Gooodddamn.

(God is going mad from all the goddamnes goddamns, the Hellavator, hanging by not even a thread, has gone into its final stages of devastation and horror, as it nears taking its eternally damning plunge into the nearly infinite caverns of the underworld, Satan's domain of darkness.)

Meanwhile, in multiple other dimensions:

Have you seen the lineup?

Are we going?

We're going.

We have to go.

Rave…

Ohhhh shit.

No. I'm not going.

I have to go!

Where are you guys going?

Pasqualle: (flashback, daisy overalls.) You guys, where are we going?

The brothers are looking through a futuristic digital catalogue of intergalactic raves throughout time and space.

Yoooooo.

What--you find something?

Yoooooo.

...is it good?

(Shows the lineup, obscured from view of the camera)

FVCK.

YAS.

All the 'yas'

SAUCE.

All the sauce.

Yo what planet is this even; what dimension is this in, like?

Says, Earth.

Earth?!

No fucking way, earth doesn't have raves in any dimension I've ever heard of.

Coming in from other room.

Where doesn't have raves?

Earth.

Yo, what the fuck is "Earth."

Bet you it's fake.

Bet you it's not.

Check on it. Google.

Google Ūniverse is a holographic multidimensional map of their galaxy's known multiverse.

They scroll through eons of galaxies, solar systems, planets, and stars the likes of which make our own galaxy, and our own sun appear to be nothing but specs of dust.

Where is it?

I don't see it anywhere.

I told you it was fake.

No. Keep going.

Further.

Keep going…

Are you serious, where is this planet.

Are you sure it's a planet?

It's gotta be.

Dude, there's nothing out here.

Keep going.

To what.

This looks like a black hole ate a black whole.

Something like that, what's that there?

This puny galaxy?

I don't think that's a galaxy.

Oh, it is…

They all tilt their heads, squinting.

...or.. was…

They tilt thier heads to the opposite side, squinting.

...or might be, someday. Or something.

I don't know man, looks kinda fragile.

'Explore'

"The Milkyway Galaxy"

Ew.

What is it? It's so dark.

Well yeah, look at that tiny Sol.

There's only...wait how many planets--?

It's not much.

I don't know man--you wanna go to a rave here?

That's…

(Shows the advertisement)

Oh wow…

Looks back at our galaxy, with a discerning consideration, then back at the ad, then back up at the "universe"

I don't know man. That's way out there. Like...nowhere, actually.

[Scrunched face of disapproval] "Earth."

Come on guys. I mean--

(Plays promo)

DAMN.

Aight.

OKAY.

Woooow.

They all look back at the map, worriedly.

Zooming in on earth.

Mmkayyy.

Hmmm.

Yeah, this thing looks fragile.

Yeah,look at that weird axis. (Wobbles)

That can't last too long.

This entire universe is on the verge of collapse.

How did that...even...happen?

The whole thing is like...

All: huh.

...if we leave now, we can make it, gates open.

20 stages, live art, food--

--FOOD--

...and...wait, that can't be right. This says "free water"

WHAT?

FREE WATER?

OH WHAT. A RAVE SLASH INVASION?

we don't have to invade if they're just giving it away FOR FREE.

Free. Water. Psh.

Water.

It's a trap!

Could be.

Yeah, Free Water.

...it says...the almost the entire surface of this planet is what?

What? That seems dangerous.

It's almost entirely water, guys.

That's impossible.

CUT TO: I TOLD YOU. IN-FIN-ATE. Nothing is impossible.

But I thought nothing was nothing.

Nothing is nothing. It's also something. And everything. Which is also nothing.

But I thought everything was everything.

Yes, which includes, and simoltaneously also excludes but certainly not limited to, nothing.

But when does it end?

It...it doesn't, it just (gestures)...infinite. you know?

So it just...doesn't…

Stop?

Yeah.

No.

It just keeps--

Yeah. Going.

--and then nothing.

Which is something.

Yeah, nothing's something.

Then what's something.

Something's a something--

Anything. Some-thing.

Yeah, but 'some' is just 'some' thing, not everything.

Yeah, everything--anything. Anything can be something, and something can be anything.

Which--

Which means,nothing's nothing--something can be anything, and anything can be something; which is everything.

And--

Nothing.

--so--

Infinite.

“Once Upon A Dillon Francis”

Once Upon a Dillon Francis…

AGH.

No.

Start over.

Uh, ok.

Once upon a Dillon Francis.

Stop saying that.

Yuck.

Why are you saying that?

What?

Once Upon a Dillon Francis? That makes Dillon Francis sound like Father Time!

Yaghh!

Okay?

You can't say that.

Why?

Because he isn't.

He could be.

But he's not.

So?

Just. Go back.

Okay...Once Upon A Dillon Francis.

(Groans)

Ok. Stop it. This isn't working.

Because you're not letting me even--

No story ever started with Once Upon A Dillon Francis.

This one might!

If it starts with Dillon Francis, where would it--

Imagination is the key to all creativity.

You made that up.

I'm making up the whole thing!

What does Dillon Francis have to do with anything--

He doesn't.

Just listen!

I'm not listening to anything that starts with Dillon Francis.

Well what would you rather me say, once upon a Skrillex?

Now that's more like it!

No, it's not. It's just unsettling.

It is.

You know what! Forget it. There's no story.

What, because there's no Dillon Francis?

Exactly.

What?

Because.

Ï

You...

I don't know about this

Just keep--

This makes me feel some kind of wha.

What kind of way

every kind of way-- wait.

“Remember Ryan”

I do remember Ryan

“Fuck Dillon Francis”

Rich Nigga Shit.

And your shirt.

So--

So?!

Who the fuck is this guy?

He's Dillon Francis.

No, who the fuck is he?!

Not who--

Huh?

What.

Whatthefuck--

What?

WHAT?

Hanzel (& Gretl) are originally from Hell or 'The Dark Side', this gives reasoning to their stoic and sometimes henius mannerisms.

Halo by Beyonce is multidimensional (listen, study)

This car needs some wheels is about loving yourself (and to learn how to love someone else)

"The Skrillex"

The Cosmic Owl

Chak Chel's Family--

The brothers

Bampheramphs

--old people

-&Sonny/old lady in the park dog walking

Rick n roll--dillon pickle Francis/pickle rick roll) (rock n roll) will take you to the the mountain

No boys allowed//no Skrillex allowed

Wait here.

Why can't I just come with you?

No boys allowed. Can't you see the sign on the door?

What sign on the door?

She places a sign on the door.

Wait here.

But.

5 minutes.

Walks in, shutting door behind her.

But.

Opens sliding window hatch on door, peeking out.

I'll be right back.

But.

A note is shoved backwards through the mail slot, and floats down between his feet. He picks it up to read it; it is a blank sheet of paper. He deflates.

Gleeful girly cheers and chatter, laughter and and upbeat music from the other side of the door; an obvious party starts inside.

Hours pass, Sonny is falling asleep standing up. He hears 3 women approaching, and excitedly shakes himself awake.

He stands to the side, posing.

What's up!

(They cannot hear or see him. he isn't yet aware of the forcefield placed around him, for his protection (as he is being hunted throughout the universe.)

Girl: Dude, I can't believe you know Rezz.

Hey!

Girl 2: yeah that's sooo cool.

Girl: Yeah, VIP. Is like--

Girl: Oh my God, I bet it's like so lit.

Girl: So Lit.

Girl: Oh my God, yeah. I'm definitely doing VIP next year.

Girl: Definitely.

Girl: So worth it.

Girl: So like, what time does it start-start?

Girl: ummm, I don't know, but I think we're like early.

Early!?

Girl: Should I--oh, hey--im getting a call. It's the other DJ, I think she's inside already. (It's Ū)

Girl: Hello? What up Ū!

Ū? Hey! Heeeeey!

Girl: yeah, we're at the door. Ohhhh shit, for real? Ok. (hangs up) yeah, she said she'll be down here in like, 5 minutes. Apparently the music's bumping, they couldn't even hear us at the door.

Psh. 5 minutes yeah right.

Girl: daynmm.

Girl: yeah, there's like 10 famous DJs in there in there right now. Look at this snapchat I got earlier.

Daaaam.

Lit.

I heard there's gonna be more.

Is that Allison Wonderland?

Allison Wonderland opens the door.

Hi Guys!

No way!

It is Allison Wonderland!

Hey!!

Come on in guys!

Girl: (closest to Sonny, but walking towards the door) wait, did you guys hear that weird.

Girl: kind of, not really

Girl: yeah I don't really believe in ghosts, but sometimes--

By now, Sonny has noticed that he hasn't been seen or heard by anyone and assumes his likely invisibility. However Allison Wonderland, being a DJ, has the ability to see through this force field (unbeknownst to him that it even exists.)

Sonny stands at the door, staring. She stares back expressionlessly, straight into his soul with indifference of his presence.

A brief silence, before Sonny furroughs his brows.

She just stares at him.

...wait, can you see me?

...No.

She shuts the door.

Jack and Jill I'm elessian park

You left your sister where

Doctors A-Z (doctor p's planet; boogie t distant relative)

Scary OWSLA (1000 VOLTS, WESTWOOD)

GIANT JOSH PANDA

THE SOUL SALESMEN

THE CIA/FBI/MEN IN BLACK

DONT FUCK WITH TIME (IRL)

FROZEN SKRILLEX

FOREST FIRE (REZZ)

Ralph, Wendy, Denny, Trader Joe

Mr moto guy

Tips>>>SKRILLEX

I thought we were done writing these.

I guess not.

Get the fuck back, Dillon Francis.

Woah, I--okay.

JUST STEP BACK.

That's a gun!

It's a bayonet.

That's...where did you even get something like that?

I time travel.

That...makes sense.

It has to.

Wenzday.

She's pretty.

Aren't they all.

They are.

Maybe her.

Anyone but you, huh?

How would it ever be me?

Still don't believe?

How could I ever believe.

They're all perfect.

And Talented.

And white.

Can't forget white.

And thin.

Never forget thin.

So why would it ever be me?

Maybe it wouldn't.

Maybe's a maybe.

And a Skrillex is a Skrillex.

And Sonny's a Sonny.

So--

So, Billie Ellish.

My Future.

See you in a couple years.

Its chasing a wild goose.

It's chasing monsters and sprites.

It's chasing, but only if you're running.

Run, Sunni--

Run Sonny--

Run.

This goes around in circles.

Goes around like seagulls in the sky.

Getter.

What did getter do?

What did Skrillex do?

What does Dillon Francis Have to do with anything?

Nothing.

Jimmy Fallon

--was never nothing--

What does Dillon Francis have to do with anything?

Still don't know.

What about Pasqualle?

Still don't know.

And Skrillex?

Fuck--I really don't know.

Don't you?

Alright.

What do you know?

Commonalities.

And?

Patterns.

And…?

Red Cups, Beer Bottles, and Pop-Tarts.

What's it look like?

A shallow pool of hard liquor.

So?

So, they can afford alcoholism.

You see it that way?

I don't see.

Don't you?

That's the same question twice.

It's the same question, infinitely.

Who are you?

Who am I?

Exactly.

What's your DJ name?

Depends on the day.

What's your name, now?

I'm Sunni.

To replace Sonny?

Nothing replaces that.

What's in the music?

An algorithm--a hidden code, maybe?

Maybe.

Maybe's still a maybe.[

What are they looking for?

A savior?

Now you've given yourself a God Complex.

As if the world already hadn't.

The world had, I just refused to accept it.

Until?

Until everything.

At once, right?

And nothing.

Why does Annie keep coming up?

You must be on her mind.

I'm dead to her.

Who?

Exactly.

She thinks you'll make up.

Please.

She's latna and native.

And an alcoholic. So.

So she's perfect.

So she is.

I'm not forgiving her. Again.

Maybe you don't have to.

If the DJs want her, they can have her. She's a perfect storm of a hoe.

Hoes are fun.

Until they're not.

What are you?

A ghost.

Why does she keep coming up?

I don't know. I've had two dreams about her.

She misses you.

I could give a fuck.

You could?

IDGAFOS.

Happy Birthday, Dillon Francis.

But you won't tell him.

His fandom will. I'm done inboxing people. These people live on beaches; I'm a grain of sand.

So go find your beach.

Viva Mexico.

Probably so, huh?

Probably.

Left in a world without people, realizing she is completely alone, Punishment be ones Paradise, as she enjoys all her favorite places, without the pollution, population or politics in her way. The happiest she's ever been, she approaches EMPTY EDC, still perfectly intact with the gates wide open. She runs inside,losing her mind-- and then losing her enthusiasm entirely, realizing she cannot dance in silence, or operate any of the rides by herself (which, in one dimension higher, she uses the power of the mind to start manifesting all the things she needs,creating a perfect EDC) however, in the most limited dimension, where even manifestation can be fathomed, and no use of magic, she sadly strolls through the empty carnival--though, having found solace in the typically overpriced fashion and merchandice apparel, has ransacked the empty and abandoned shops, looking ridiculously ravey, looking like a 3D insomniac billboard, sparkling with Kandi and shining flashing lights. She approaches the front and center of the rail, her usual favorite, as she looks up at the decks of The BassPod. She just looks, as she sips an acai berry smoothie out of a collectible cup.

Cree: You look like a fucked up cupcake.

SupaCree: You look like a fucked up cupcake, ate a fucked up cupcake, and then put on a sweater.

Cree: Hey man. Fat is Fat. I'm in Infinite Eternity: INFINITE EDC, BITCH.

SupaCree: Oh yeah? You like being the fattest fat ass dancing fatass at the everlasting motherfucking fatty fattass fat... dance...

Cree: Hmmyeahh--Hows it feel being the lastest-fast-having-last past life past-afterlife--flattest -ass-last-fan-of-DillonFrancis-random-dancing-at-the-lostest-awful-rotten-sauced-forgotten-boss-of-not-a-lot-of-bought-a-bag of -frazzled-skrillex-dicks-you-wish-you-licked-but-didnt-cause-they-wouldnt let you in the the artist tent if you farted in it, in -different-dimensions you were in INFINITE but now you're ISNT-ISNT-ISNT IS THE CLOSEST cause you're not a fucking DJ BITCH, YOURE JUST A WISHIN WASHED UP WISHING WELL YOU'RE STILL FAT!! PPL

ALTER EGO

I wanna look like her!

—oh, that's a guy

—well, still.

For I am just a shadow of what I once was;

And all of a fraction of what I would become,

Were it not for love

There you are.

There I was.

Oh, my God.

How long was I gone?

Long.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

Oh shit, that sounds F.U.N…

FUN!?

FUCK YOU, NIGGA!

Oh good, the Dolphin On Wheels is here.

"THIS. IS. OWSLAAAAAAA"

ARE YOU SERIOUS!?

Serious as a Dillon Francis Bampheramph.

What even IS that?

You're looking at it.

________

NO PANTS!

what?!

(Takes off pants)

HEY!

NO PANTS, Dillon Francis!

Have a banana.

I don't wanna banana! I want pants!

NO PANTS. gimmie your hat.

(Leaves)

It is.

An Element.

Can... I base... my survival solely on elements--is--the question.

That is, actually--as it stands, what we were intended to do--I suppose.

Elements. Alchemy.

Alchemists.

Ahhhh. Those.

Ahhh. D--

Hmmm.

Mmm.

Okay.

This is gonna take a long time to work out.

What doesssss---

...Hello…

Aha-ahaha...

...What does Dillon Francis have to do with this?

I don't know.

*laughing in 4 different dimensions*

I know, right?

*snickers*

Well, that's another drop in the Fuck-It Bucket

Not that Bucket.

[honks]

Ahe, Hehehe

I didn't--

Actually, I did know that--

I did know that--

I did know that I had two Fuck-It Buckets.

I had forgotten... about all the buckets.

Just like I almost about the Hellavator.

How is that going, by the way.

Oh what--the Hellevator--or the Party on the Hellevator?

Or the scene...where Hanzel's on the...Hellevator with Dillon Francis?

I--

*reacts in 4 different dimensions*

Oh, wow.

I know! It's gonna take forever.

Forever's almost nothing compared to an eternity.

Yeah--forever is almost nothing, compared to an eternity.

*smacks lips*

And then that, motherfucker…

FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER!

Fuck that motherfucker.

*sirens sounding*

YEP.

*blasting magic*

Yep.

...yep.

This is why we don't need a wand, anymore--because--you see that?

Yep.

Well, -- you don't see it, Well I mean, that's just part of the joy--you just know.

You don't have to see it, you just know.

Oh, you mean like...

[mimicks ******** ]

..Kinda like that…

But…???

Gonna Hit that red dot and never stop

What's that--the 4th dimension?

Ah, the 4th dimension.

The “r” word

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Like political correctness even matters.

The only thing that matters is matter

And why have I never been for a Joyride?

Last thing I remember, I was having the time of my life...

[rifling through things, as Dillon sits down at his desk—he puts on a pair of librarian-like frames, adjusting them to fit at the nose]

You don't wear glasses.

Uh, I do wear glasses, I am wearing glasses.

I just never—you know—thought of you, like—

Yeah, well—not all of us are known by our trademark frames.

I detect a hint of bitterness.

Oh, you can detect that? What device do you have that does that?

…...my...senses.

Heh, you look like Katey Sagal.

I love her.

Same.

[rifling through papers, doing office things]

What's taking so long, Peg?

Well, Al, if you must know it's going to take me a minute to get into my ‘Skrillex', it's been awhile.

How long's awhile.

Hey—you came through my panoramic window demanding Skrillex.

Tsh, like it's never happened before.

(Or like it's always, never happening)

What?

Hey—who said that?

So how long's this gonna take?

I'm gonna need you to exercise patience—that is, if you're familiar with excersise.

PATIENCE?! What the fuck is Patience?? Are you done yet?

Patience—patience—it's like—it's almost like “patients, like what a doctor has—

—oh don't even—

*hands up*

Not gonna even.

…

…

…

Did you—

I told you it has been a minute.

>>><

>>>>>>>

>>>><

What kind of company do you think I keep?!

He knows what it is;

He know what it is—

I know what it is;

We know what it is,

“So it is, then”

Woah

Move>< bun up the dance

What happened to your blacklist

Fuck the blacklist

YES

except Diplo, he stays.

DIPLO

what.

Alright, moving on.

{Enter The Multiverse}

[The Festival Project.™]

COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

-This--soul.

Yes?

It is...of light?

It is.

And?

(A concept unbeknownst the the dark and evil underlords of Satan's realm, which has expanded far beyond hell, into the upper reaches of our world, consuming in darkness everything it can.)

Something else…

What?

Something powerful. It is...beyond words.

How?

That is, yet to be understood.

Mmm…

________________

Before the initial collision...

Exited for EDC?

Are you serious?

Is Dillon Francis going to be there?

Dillon Francis?

Yeah. DJ Dillon Francis.

Uh. I don't know. And I don't care.

Why not? This guy is awesome.

*Rolls eyes* since when do you listen to EDM?

I don't. Just Dillon Francis. He's fuckin hilarious. Look at this.

(She watches the video where Dillon Francis plays a backyard party)

Huh.

________________

Dillon Francis arrives through a portal onto Venice beach, just moments before SUPACREE arrives; Where he i ‘kidnapped' into an Egyptian crystal shop.

What the FUCK! Dillon Francis isn't the answer to anything, even if someone is pointing at him asking "Who the fuck is that?"

Well that's because the answer is "DJ Dillon Francis"

Exactly.

Oh, please.

The Great Saltair, Salt Lake City, Utah

SŪP∆ is on the lineup; she prepares for her set. She lurks down into the dancefloor, hiding in the risers, looking over the crowd to read the room.

As she peers into the corner nearest to the bar, she suddenly stops, tipping down the rims of her glasses and squinting sternly, scanning over the large group...she intensely scopes a tall, and lanky brunette hunched drunkenly in the corner, one sleeve of her I'll fitting oversized jacket hanging off her shoulder unevenly. Even from afar, she looks tequila toasted.

Yikes.

She looks down at her [watch/early version of the synesthesia panel] it is 7:35.

Annnnnd--the night is young…

She peers once more into the corner, to see the girl stumbling towards the restroom sloppily, hunched shoulders and struggling to keep her oversized jacket "on", over her high waisted shorts, accompanied by black fishnets and babydoll crop top, stomping in her stupor towards the restroom.

She thinks for a moment, then exits downstairs intently.

Downstairs: She is greeted by one of the stagehands. They PLUR and hug.

Dimitri: Heeeeey. Happy Rave Dayyy.

Supa: Every day is rave day.

Dimitri: I wish.

Supa: it is. And wishes come true.

Dimitri: Ugh, I wish.

Supa: Don't waste a wish on a wish. They all come true.

Dimitri: Think so?

Supa: Know so. Like--know-know...so...don't wish for stupid shit; you don't know how many wishes you actually get, so just…be...specific.

*He is starry eyed, gazing at her in a dreamlike trance* ...like super specific.

Dimitri: ...Specific…Wishes…

Supa: Rollin'?

Dimitri: *he nods happily, bouncing to the upbeat house coming from the mainstage*

Supa: just kicked in?

Dimitri: shaking head in agreement Yuh.

Supa: Water? (She produces a bottled water out of "nowhere" (the void in her energy field which manifests items most needed/useful immidiately)

Dimitri: (he takes the water, amazed that she literally pulled it out of nowhere right in front oh him, but his Befuddled expression suggests curiosity that he is "tripping", which he quickly shrugs off, still bouncing happily to the music as he takes a drink (nearly the entire bottle), giving him life. (As he catches his breath, he looks up yo see a tricolor of gumstucks fanned before him, his eyes light up.

Supa: spearmint, peppermint, winter fresh.

Dimitri: ...ohhhh shittttt, winter fresh…! He happily the DJ loops the word "fresh", and they share a dance breakdown S Dimitri finishes his water and starts on his stick of gum.

She produces a trash bag out of thin air, gesturing vanna white style, again as Dimitri 'checks' himself, unaware of Supa's Powers.

Supa: Trash.

He enters his trash, after which supa immidiately collapses, as it vanishes.

Dimitri: ...what was...what was that.

Supa: that...was...trash...magic…bags…brand...bags.

(magic isnt real.)

Oh, fuck, right.

Dillon Francis (in the next dimension over) Is.

Uh, Personal Space.

Telepathy wasn't invented for "personal space"

Telepathy wasn't invented at all.

Exactly. It's--Magic. Hence.

This has been previously established.

I'm reinforcing the foundations...established...previously.

Uh, Don't you have half an album to finish?

Uh, Don't you have a rave frozen in an unstable time warp so we can have this conversation--which, by the way I'm pretty sure does not comply with aforementioned...reinforced foundations, previously...established…

So what's the other half of thAt...was it even an album. Is it an EP?

Nice view from the dancefloor, by the way, Jeez--JEEZ, I mean I guess once you get used to the view from the stage, behind--you know--where the actual DJs...DJ. behind the decks. In the DJ booth. For the DJ.

...k…

Which you're not.

Oh, I'm not.

No. You're just...Dillusionally, probably permanently and terminally...not a DJ.

Not a DJ.

Not a DJ. Right.

Not a DJ...with Magic.

Maybe, mildly, weirdly magic--definitely not a DJ. Ever.

Okay. Not--

Dillon Francis: Not ever--

Oh right, not ever

both: a DJ.

Dillon Francis: I'm glad you finally understand. We so, so appreciate the FANS, though.

Supa: BIG fan. BIG Dillon Francis fan.

Dillon Francis: I know. I have…I'm telepathic. I'm also a DJ. Like, a real DJ. With...fans. AND albums.

Supa: So many fans.

Dillon Francis: and albums. Like, tracks.

Supa: Right. Tracks. Got That Track Magic. I just got that, fan magic. And you know, actual magic. Thanks Dillon Francis--

DIllon Francis: DJ Dillon Francis

Supa: Right. DJ Dillon Francis. So many fans.

Dillon Francis: but you're my best fan.

Supa: Best Fan!

Dillon Francis: BEST FAN.

SUPA: YEAH.

DILLON FRANCIS: FAN CAM!

SUPA ONE FOR THE FAN GRAM!

DILLON: THE *BEST* FAN GRAM.

SUPA: YEAH.

(posing for a selfie. she spitefully flashes him into a cross parallel dimension, outside of Bampheramph jurisdiction, trapping him in an intractable dimension; the photo

Dimitri: ...magic…?

Supa: uh--no! magic, the music is magic, Just trash bags...brand...yeah

Dimitri: trash...brand...bags...

Supa: ...yeah

(At the end of the break, an immediate change of tone--Supa readjusts her outfit and hair, collecting herself in a snap--grabbing dimitri by his shoulder and pulling him closer, crouching lower into a "gameplay" position.) Now, business talk time.

Dimitri: serious face?

Dimitri tries to straighten up, and "get serious, still bouncing along to the beat, adjusting his sunglasses.

Nice Dinghy, dude.

It's...not a dinghy. It's a miniature yacht, and you're talking a lot, for someone that's more of a prop, than the dialogue.

Prop. Plot device. Main character. Oh shit dude--I might even star of the show.

She's the star of the show.

Not without me.

I'm it.

Nah, you're just Skrillex.

That's--all you need.

Humility. You need it.

I made the HUMBLE remix.

We all know you're her favorite--and we all know she needs it. And everything age writes I lead it

She lets you do that?

You bought it.

It wasn't me.

You know what?

What?

I don't think it's good for you, If you do this movie.

Movies. It's like a series. Or a saga, oh--god, I don't know.

Yeah. She is. Like a God, and you're not, man. So you know...I mean…

Actually heh. First of all, you tell me what the price of Everliving Skrillex is, I'll wait.

My pants are currently selling for 69.99 right now.

My left sock was 69.99 this morning.

Why are you buying individual socks--and why are you buying socks in the mornings? You're up late, how are you even up in the morning? Do you ever sleep? Does a Skrillex sleep?

Does a Dillon Francis DJ? Or wear proper fitting pants? Or do anything? Anything cool at all.

Yeah actually--I pushed Skrillex off my miniaature yacht!

Youre a miniature yacht. You're not a good villain. Or at anything, really. Youre just...Dillon Francis.

And you're just stranded in the ocean.

And you're still just Dillon Francis. I'm ok. It's refreshing. Unlike

(Fresh up out the wata

__________

Get off my Alien Planet! Don't touch it! It's my alien planet, nobody land on it.

Suhweeet planet…

No! Don't land on that planet!

He lands .

God DAMMIT.

I can't do that. You know I can't do that. It's a whole planet just--give it time

I gave is spacetime! I am time!

I know you are, dear. Just be patient.

Be patient? I claimed it! And the. He went and put his DILLON FRANSIS all over it.

Let Dillon Francis play with your planet yeah?

What?? No, can't have it, it's my planet. No.

But he already put his Dillon on it, you know how that goes.

I do know how it goes. I wrote it.

How does it go?

It goes--No--No--Dillon Francis, go home. No planet for Dillon Francis this isn't Dillon Francis Land, its closed. and also not. Your. Planet. Go. Home.

That had a lot of heart, hun.

And no Dillon Francis.

Actually, it had a lot of that, too.

Aha, well it's about to have a lot of not that, once I knock the not-that-hotsauce off his mini yacht knocking sock-rocking-planet-blocking-motherfacker!!!! RAAGGHHH…!!

Whew. Did you just eat a McFury?

MAYBEITWASAFUCKISDILLONFRANCISDOINGONMYPLANETSANWHICH.

sounds like a lot. / Sounds Like A Mouthful.

It wasn't. Ever. Never. / It's not.

(Alternately)

_______

Hey. This is a nice planet.

He's gonna be like--

Like flabbergasted.

Past Flabbergasted. Did he see you land?

Yeah.

Good. Lol. Did he get the coupon?

--Yes.

(Previously)

[Dillon Lurks In The Background with the

SupaCreepers (binoculars)]

$-FREE MCFURY.

...oh, shit. Mm! Yeah-yeah!

Cut back:

Hehehe.

The Skrillex Enters The Atmosphere.

'I AM SKRILLEX'

_________

Three cross dimensions are about to collide into a singular reality. Three hospital rooms, three ensembles, three patients on their deathbeds.

Three Cities Three Mainstages At Three Major Music Festivals. Three superstar DJs at the decks

Did we make it?

Is it too late?

Is she gone?

Where is she?

Are you serious?

We're never gonna make it.

NO!

3 dimensions: Wait, what happened?

3 dimensions: Wait, what happened?

"Are you okay?"

This isn't happening.

Do we have time?

Never say Never.

-We'll never make it

-Don't say that

Are you ready?

Yo, where IS she?

He's like, crazy or something.

She's crazy.

This is craaaaazy.

Ok, first of all--

Go! Go! Go, now!

-So, she already told you beforehand?

-Yes.

NO!

YES!

YAAAAAAS.

All dimensions: No/NO

NO, OH GOD NO--

"YES, OH MY GOD" (sampled)

(What?)

"JESUS." (Sampled, Coffee Run)

(What?)

Don't--

What are you doing here?

(Angrily) Ū!!!!

It's YOU!

group dancing to solja boy (youuuuuuuu)

(Rollercoaster sample from Scatta)

I don't know, he's been, you know--

-Did you know?

-No…

-DID YOU KNOW?

Know what?

What? What is what?

(From Deathbed) ...Water…

Surprised reactions, at the bedside

-Run!

-How much time do we have?

-Take all the time you need.

Time...Ah, yes, I--yes, I remember Time...

She says it all the time, I didn't think she'd actually.

He's gone.

She died, right?

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

"Running Out Of Time"

Frazzled and haggardly beaten, having exhausted everything attempting to unravel an endless web of timelines tied together ultimately by inevitability, he frantically rifles through his apartment, tearing through every corner, fiending for any energy source. He uplifts the couch cushions, tossing away various (insert easter eggs here) objects, empty portal guns, as the vibrations from a buzzing phone alert him of an incoming call, he fishes armpit deep into the crevices, red faced and cracked lips, cursing

--c'mon, c'mon--how did this get so fucking DEEP. God DAMN IT--

------

By Chak Chel's bedside, the ascended Masters are gathered surrounding a weak and lifeless GOD/Chak Chel in her absolutely oldest physical body.

Oh man, I don't think she can handle many more of these Damnations, it's just more and more damage

I told you we should have Destroyed that damn planet!

She created that planet--

It's not about the planet, it's the inhabitants.

If we annihilate humanity now, the planet itself may regenerate with time…

Time…? I--

They all turn their heads toward Chak Chel, as she drifts back out of conciousness.

She's so lost to time...

If she succumbs under this darkness, it could be eons before The Light is restored.

It may never be.

INSOLENT CREATURES!

Perhaps we should prepare for invasion.

Invasion? They are primitive beings, barely reached the outer realms of conciousness--

We'd be waging an all-out war, on an intergalactic scale; the magnitude of this could ripple through

--infinite--

--infinite dimensions--

This is everything.

Everything is Everything.

Pft. Yeah--until it's nothing--

Oh, yeah--just add to the amount of negative energy-- might as Well just push her into The Void

I'll push you into The Void.

Nothing I haven't been through.

Yeah, dude, we've all been through The Void.

...I am The Void...

I was at THE ASCENSION! Where were you??

(They argue)

The Crypt Keeper Lurks Silently in the corner.

Guys.

The room is in upheaval, an outroar of arguments have erupted amongst the Gods, the Ascended Masters and other chosen leaders from each realm throughout the multiverse.

...Shhht, quiet...

The Crypt Keeper slowly lifts up her staff, in slow motion

SupaCree shakes her head at the crypt keeper, gesturing "no, don't"

Guys.

As the crypt keeper lowers her staff, SupaCree begins to emit a shining white light

GUYS!

THE CRYPT KEEPER CHARGES HER STAFF INTO THE GROUND, SHAKING THE WORLD WITH A THUNDEROUS FORCE, THREE TIMES.

The fabric of the entire multiverse begins to shatter.

The room cowers in fear and uncertainty.

Chak Chel (very weakly) Where's Dillon…he...he should be back by now…

Wait, Dillon- Dillon WHO!?

Dillon Francis? Wait--what?

Dillon Francis, are you serious?

Oh, God--

--Shh--

Sorry, I just--seriously--? Dillon Francis.

It's always Dillon Francis.

Tell me about it, Jesus Christ--

--SHH--!!

It's fine, I put the light inside of that one.

What light?

You put the Divine light of The Source inside of that guy?

I'm not a--wait--what light?

What's a "Dillon Francis?"

We had to hide it

Chak Chel: Dillon? ...he...he should be here by now,-- I--I have to give him more time…

Wow, Dillon Fucking--the whole time (tying into the dimension where SupaCree has just divulged that her favorite DJ is Dillon Francis

That's her apprentice?

What!

Explains how he's always everywhere, I guess--

Expect here.

--yeah, where IS he anyway?

Yeah, I mean--he should have been here awhile ago.

What the fuck does Dillon Francis have to do with anything?

I mean really.

The Gods have quietly moved into a secret chamber, hidden from the rest of the

WHO did this?

We had to act quickly--

It was a unified decision

DECISION BY WHO?

They fall quiet.

WHOSE idea was it to hide the Divine light of the source within this--this--imperfect and flawed body? What genetic catastrophy allowed for this creature to have been created?

Her genetic code is what allowed us to be able to--

--THE GODS ARE CREATED IN OUR IMAGE? WHAT TAINTED IMAGE IS THIS, ITS AS IF SATAN CREATED IT, IF SATAN COULD--

...Satan Sealed The Shield...

The Gods all react in suprise and horror,

...What…

WHAT?

You entrusted SATAN with the encryption of The

Not me. Chak Chel.

WHAT?

...what? Why would...why would…

Why would she trade her immortality for

She sacrificed her connection to The Source?

What for?

She would sacrifice anything to save humanity from extinction. She...loves that planet, and it's inhabitants.

She believed in the overall good of humankind, that they could one day come to know Love.

To Be Love.

She was created and designed specifically to be the embodiment of life and light itself--

The Prophecy (III)

bedside ensemble in a shielded field; SupaCree senses the energy field,

Which she walks into.

She has awakened her conciousness far more quickly than was ever expected--

(The origins)

Once we send her back, she will have been three times ressurected from Death.

How is she to bring these...this planet so drowned in darkness into the light?

She can.

She will.

She has. There have been innumeous witnesses to the manifestations and miracles the power of the light has given her.

And she's yet to use the entirety of the Source power to its full potential.

Still, these instances of power manifestation have left a shockwave amidst many, even the Prophets, as fortold have discussed a solidified following amongst the alchemists, sorcerer--

--even mortals who have come to practice in the occult sciences--

She has believers.

(Uhh...I think it's a cult.

What's a cult?)

In the dimension where the world has succumb to darkess--

-The Mormons!?

-Oh, really? Hm.

-Jesus.

[Enter Mormon Jesus]

In the same reality, Which SUPACREE has been trapped in for nearly a eternity in entirety now, she sits drenched in sweat inside her car, as onlookers from the surrounding affluent neighborhood peer into the vehicle with disgust; she looks much like a crackhead talking to herself; however, Jesus, Neva, Se7en and Goldie's anamorphosized personifications by The Guardian Angels accompany her, Avicii, also omnipresent, but unable to be seen or heard in the material reality, even between The Spirit World, which SUPACREE has journeyed deeply into, in search of Chak Chel--who has consistently been leaving hints in Nature, guiding her eventually into "God" (A Long Drive, With You, Friends)

A very Jewish woman sneers, glaring at SupaCree through the window. Telepathically, her very loud and dissaproving

She just doesn't believe in herself.

The Darkness has been working to weaken the potential of the light fir quite sometime now. There is an evil in the power of man, darkness in the consumption of currency--

--she's been targeted by her own country as an enemy, which the world powers see as a threat--

--her, a threat--?

--she had political ambitions. These men wage war over currency, the hypocraxy of religion.

America.

She has the ability to be one of the most powerful leaders in human history. She acts instinctively in Love.

A target?

Her world has been long lost from love, succumbed to the darnesss, the primitive error of man.

Greed.

She has overcome more alienation, more life altering loss of light in just this lifetime than can

And, has been raised by the shepards and priest in the teachings of the great kingdom.

She brings herself to Death in despair and sadness. She cannot live with the power of the source light in the loss of Love, the pain becomes too great.

And now?

She's been bestowed by the ancients the wisdom of her true origins.

So she knows…

She knows that in the absence of Love, there is no Life left to light.

Love is the thing that weaves together the fabric of space and time.

Reality, Is…

AH, JESUS CHRIST!

SupaCree appears behind him in the doorway silently.

The Bampheramph Line rings, he hopes it is Hanzel--it is Chak Chel--he rolls his eyes, tossing his phone to the side

You should probably answer that.

You should probably shut the fuck up, how about that?

Relax. I need you to listen to me--remember that thing--

Which THING? EVERYTHING? Like EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING? Like that!? Huh!

...yes, it's that exactly, actually.

"Exactly, actually--actually,"

SupaCree appears,

Come on, dude, we don't have time for this!

Time? What the fuck is time?

Come on, Dillon, we really don't have time for this, I'll explain it--

Explain it when? When you have time?

He turns to see her, standing in the doorway; A simple plain white T shirt and blue jeans,

I'm trying to tell you, dude. It's time.

Wait, why do you look--wait, which dimension is--whats different about--wait

(Sampled "Wait", at the crosswalk) sneakers launch from the sidewalk and into the busy intersection, in a sprint

" Two genres: Hardstyle, and Country."

"I don't know what the 3rd world war will be fought with, but the 4th will be with sticks and stones."

This begins the battle against "good" and "evil", " darkness" and "light", "life" and "death"--but as the Source, Gods and Ascended Masters all know, that all are one in the same--that these concepts only exist within a primitive human psyche. The collective conciousness of "hybrids", hyper-intellectual "human" individuals with extraterrestrial origins and ancient ancestors, predating the human era (which some distant--even technolocally-- advanced beings amongst intelligent civilizations throughout the cosmos infinite galaxies ever expanding throughout the outer realms of the multiverse, all of conciousness

"And there is no "all", because infinite means that it has yet to end."

*Moving sand (the universe) into a giant space dump truck/space dump.*

...is that all of it?

SŪPA and SKRILLEX, after both having been involuntarily flung "around" an infintely expanding universe, are finally head to head after hunting eachother in realms beyond time and space for literal eternities; The peak of their confused fury comes to a face-to-face blowout, to which the likes the Heavens nor the Underworld ever have seen.

In dimensions where people are tuning in on multi/interdimensional cable, the audience is glued to their seats. (People in rural areas are going through obscene and ridiculius lengths to get a signal so that they can tune in.

In rick and morty's universe:

Ohhh, oh shit rick! I-its that show, with the--uhh, uhhh...

Which 'uhh-uhhs', Morty--the big ones, or the little ones?

Uhhh--Flying Magic DJ Monkey Unicorn Space...Wars...I think.

Oh, you mean Space Rave? You mean like, where they're at a rave *belch* in-in-in Space? Or something like that?

No, it's Monkey Flying Magic DJ...Monkey…

--You said "monkey" twice--

...Space Wars…

I don't know, morty--last time I allowed myself to participate in a music festival, t got, uh, it got pretty deep.

Flashback: Dillon Pickle Francis/ pickle rick

Flashback: Hellavator

Flashback: SŪPA dropping the bass, eliminating rick and morty/justin roiland from existence in entirety.

...yeah, I uhh. Let-uh-let me see that.

He takes the remote control from morty, switching between the channels. They are all SupaTV original series, eventually skipping past 'Ricky and Mo', an over stereotypically alternate Rick and Morty, where the characters are black. (And features an animated Ricky (from run ricky run) as it's main character.

What the--

Go back, Rick! Everybody's favorite DJ is about to battle her favorite DJ.

--who, what? H-h-holdon--

Morty, rushing over to the television, hurriedly switches the channel back manually to it's original channel, from a dimension where the drama has been documented as a melodramatic soap opera meets gameshow.

DUEL!

Duel the wha--oh my God, what is she doing with that chicken wing--?

Ū!

This is just, brutal--

That was just a highlight real. The boss fight is live.

Boss fight... Live--wait a minute--i know that lady!

Hanzel and Gretl are, of course, selling scalped tickets and portal guns to fans who have been following along as the series progresses, They play a 'Deep Deep Deep Bass House' (it's a new genre) B2B set, which emits a magical low frequency bass, opening teleportals which immidiately transport attendees into the Collesium, where a furious Sonny/Skrillex and a rage-fueled SŪP∆ have "randomly" (actually, the result of a carefully planned (and in some dimensions/worlds, failed series of coordinated efforts from various sides, creating worm holes, time gaps, opening (and/or closing) portals with certain intentions, and creating "coincidences" between their two worlds which ultimately expand or collapse the respective universes within the multiverse at their centers.

The festival is in full swing; Behind the scenes, our beloved DJs ready themselves accordingly.

Everybody's there.

(Also, this is where "everyone's a DJ now" gets really out of control.)

*spoiler alert* DJ battle underway.

This is the all-out cage match of magic music ninja

All the Raveweaponry.

All the Jesus.

Everything.

The calm before the storm: The theatre and excitement of the largest scale highest production quality and rave culture values ever known to man (or otherwise). A living, breathing ECO system which expands outward, the Collesium at it's center, where sparkles with the decadence of the Mainstage

Unassumingly, strolling along stage right Skrillex sips on a refreshing beverage--surrounded by his entorage and bodyguard, as per the usual.

Stage left, SŪPA and her #squad are big chillin', eating lollipops, ice cream cones, popcicles, and cupcakes...supaclassy.

Dillon Francis lurks nervously in the background. (He's in the background of every scene, in different clothing, Bampheramphing hectically and sweating bullets. In some cut scenes he is in SŪPA's entourage, in drag--eating a taco, or hot wing rather than candy. He is still being flung around the infinite multiverse, both with purpose and intention for each "side", and has become something of a omnj-agent, completing tasks within the multiverse for almost every force imiginable (and yet to be imagined, infinitely forever after)

SŪP∆ after being transported through a multilayered wormhole, threaded across the Insomniac (and live nation) festivals and concerts she's attended throughout the years and dimensions. Uncertain of which actual realm and dimension she's ended up in, (obviously, one where her SŪP∆ Brand has become a success, realizing her dreams of becoming a "superstar DJ") without the panel, she must summon her forceful energy and light magic by combining her natural intuitive powers and ancient knowledge insight. She preforms various tests within her current reality, as she 'attempts' to recover and pull herself back together, having been only just moments ago cosmically annihilated for a series of infinite eternities, whilst looking for Skrillex. Luckily, she still possesses the Golden Flash drive. It is the final of her array of rave weapons, and by far most powerful.

Skrillex is Skrillex.

They lock eyes from across the stage. An explosion.

(MIND. BLOWN.)

throughout the dimensions:

AAARE YOU READY TO RUMBLEEEEEEE

TV VIEWERS: nervous/excited/scared/happy/sad

Oh, shit!

It's on! It's on!

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

HE SEEN HER! HE SEEN HER!

*tribal dancing*/chanting*

Dillon, from center Sees SŪP∆ seeing Skrillex, squinting in confisiouson (when you think so hard, you momentarily turn into confusious.) She's mad.

Oh--NOOO.

He snaps his neck in the opposite direction, to see Skrillex seeing SŪP∆, squinting Skrillexy. (That's extra, extra hard.) He's mad.

OH GOD, NO!

He morphs into Dillon glances/flances, (3)

(To Dillon Glances: giving him the Golden Flash drive) I have to--I gotta--just take th

Dillon Glances: I can't.

Dillon Francis: You CAN.

Glances: I can't. I'm not a DJ.

Dillon Francis: Everyone's a fucking DJ, DO IT.

glances: Jesus.

Dillon Francis: DO IT.

they run off in three seperate directions: Dillon Francis runs to center stage, attempting to prevent the all out massacre of DJ dueling about to take place...

Dillon Flances runs into the festivals huge and quickly growingega-crowd, as people literally appear out of various portals and wormholes from all over the multiverse. crowds of party goers, exciting them, attempting to open portals to evacuate them to a less fragile timeline. Dillon Glances, who is not a DJ, a Bampheramph, or time traveler of any sort,( by any purposeful means, anyway. He " just kind of gets "sucked in to this shit") , eventually crowning him as an Honorary Bampheramph (which people hate, because it's still an extension of Dillon Francis.)--posing as Dillon Frances, steps up to the decks

Skrillex and SŪP∆ charge towards eachother furiously--

Nobody knows what to do. As they draw closer to eachother, radiating in fury and anger, they explode at eachother.

SŪP∆: YOÜ.

SKRILLEX: YOŪ.

They charge.

BOTH: AHHHHHHHH!!!!

An energy field opens; invisible energies take on color and shape in the outer worlds. Reality shifts.

yelling.

BOTH: WHERES MY MUSIC?

BOTH: YOUR MUSIC?!

BOTH: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

SKRILLEX: No, who the fuck are youuu!

SŪP∆: NO, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?

(Simoltaneously, to stage managers)

SŪP∆: what is HE doing here?

SKRILLEX: what is SHE doing here?

BOTH: I'M ON THE LINEUP.

SŪP∆: Of Course you're on the lineup.

Skrillex: Oh please, How did YOU get on the lineup?

Dillon Francis: *Appearing out of seemingly nowhere, very out of breath and almost dead, still bleeding from open heart surgery through his shirt, face covered in hot wing sauce* Let me explain…

BOTH: DILLON FRANCIS?

Bampheramphs: From across the stage, viewing with Binoculars.

Dillon Francis?

Dillon Francis? What is he doing here?

Ugh, Seriously. Dillon Francis Again?

DJ Rich As Fuck: Yo, Fuck Dillon Francis.

Dillon Francis: Yeah, fuck Dillon Francis.

...Aren't you Dillon Francis…?

Dillon Francis: Pointing at himself, on the stage. No, that's Dillon Francis.

They turn to look back at the stage, Dillon vanishes.

What the--

BOTH: (Now with anger directed towards Dillon) what are you doing here?

Dillon: *Dazed and confused* Uh--I'm on the lineup.

SŪP∆: How?

Skrillex: Why?

Dillon Francis: Jesus Christ, I don't know, ok? Just please don't--

SŪP∆: Don't WHAT Dillon Francis, blast this lil motherfucker out of every kind of fathomable existence with a billion giggatwats of NUCLEAR BASS?

Giggatwats?

Gooodddamn.

(God is going mad from all the goddamnes goddamns, the Hellavator, hanging by not even a thread, has gone into its final stages of devastation and horror, as it nears taking its eternally damning plunge into the nearly infinite caverns of the underworld, Satan's domain of darkness.)

Meanwhile, in multiple other dimensions:

Have you seen the lineup?

Are we going?

We're going.

We have to go.

Rave…

Ohhhh shit.

No. I'm not going.

I have to go!

Where are you guys going?

Pasqualle: (flashback, daisy overalls.) You guys, where are we going?

The brothers are looking through a futuristic digital catalogue of intergalactic raves throughout time and space.

Yoooooo.

What--you find something?

Yoooooo.

...is it good?

(Shows the lineup, obscured from view of the camera)

FVCK.

YAS.

All the 'yas'

SAUCE.

All the sauce.

Yo what planet is this even; what dimension is this in, like?

Says, Earth.

Earth?!

No fucking way, earth doesn't have raves in any dimension I've ever heard of.

Coming in from other room.

Where doesn't have raves?

Earth.

Yo, what the fuck is "Earth."

Bet you it's fake.

Bet you it's not.

Check on it. Google.

Google Ūniverse is a holographic multidimensional map of their galaxy's known multiverse.

They scroll through eons of galaxies, solar systems, planets, and stars the likes of which make our own galaxy, and our own sun appear to be nothing but specs of dust.

Where is it?

I don't see it anywhere.

I told you it was fake.

No. Keep going.

Further.

Keep going…

Are you serious, where is this planet.

Are you sure it's a planet?

It's gotta be.

Dude, there's nothing out here.

Keep going.

To what.

This looks like a black hole ate a black whole.

Something like that, what's that there?

This puny galaxy?

I don't think that's a galaxy.

Oh, it is…

They all tilt their heads, squinting.

...or.. was…

They tilt thier heads to the opposite side, squinting.

...or might be, someday. Or something.

I don't know man, looks kinda fragile.

'Explore'

"The Milkyway Galaxy"

Ew.

What is it? It's so dark.

Well yeah, look at that tiny Sol.

There's only...wait how many planets--?

It's not much.

I don't know man--you wanna go to a rave here?

That's…

(Shows the advertisement)

Oh wow…

Looks back at our galaxy, with a discerning consideration, then back at the ad, then back up at the "universe"

I don't know man. That's way out there. Like...nowhere, actually.

[Scrunched face of disapproval] "Earth."

Come on guys. I mean--

(Plays promo)

DAMN.

Aight.

OKAY.

Woooow.

They all look back at the map, worriedly.

Zooming in on earth.

Mmkayyy.

Hmmm.

Yeah, this thing looks fragile.

Yeah,look at that weird axis. (Wobbles)

That can't last too long.

This entire universe is on the verge of collapse.

How did that...even...happen?

The whole thing is like...

All: huh.

...if we leave now, we can make it, gates open.

20 stages, live art, food--

--FOOD--

...and...wait, that can't be right. This says "free water"

WHAT?

FREE WATER?

OH WHAT. A RAVE SLASH INVASION?

we don't have to invade if they're just giving it away FOR FREE.

Free. Water. Psh.

Water.

It's a trap!

Could be.

Yeah, Free Water.

...it says...the almost the entire surface of this planet is what?

What? That seems dangerous.

It's almost entirely water, guys.

That's impossible.

CUT TO: I TOLD YOU. IN-FIN-ATE. Nothing is impossible.

But I thought nothing was nothing.

Nothing is nothing. It's also something. And everything. Which is also nothing.

But I thought everything was everything.

Yes, which includes, and simoltaneously also excludes but certainly not limited to, nothing.

But when does it end?

It...it doesn't, it just (gestures)...infinite. you know?

So it just...doesn't…

Stop?

Yeah.

No.

It just keeps--

Yeah. Going.

--and then nothing.

Which is something.

Yeah, nothing's something.

Then what's something.

Something's a something--

Anything. Some-thing.

Yeah, but 'some' is just 'some' thing, not everything.

Yeah, everything--anything. Anything can be something, and something can be anything.

Which--

Which means,nothing's nothing--something can be anything, and anything can be something; which is everything.

And--

Nothing.

--so--

Infinite.

“Once Upon A Dillon Francis”

Once Upon a Dillon Francis…

AGH.

No.

Start over.

Uh, ok.

Once upon a Dillon Francis.

Stop saying that.

Yuck.

Why are you saying that?

What?

Once Upon a Dillon Francis? That makes Dillon Francis sound like Father Time!

Yaghh!

Okay?

You can't say that.

Why?

Because he isn't.

He could be.

But he's not.

So?

Just. Go back.

Okay...Once Upon A Dillon Francis.

(Groans)

Ok. Stop it. This isn't working.

Because you're not letting me even--

No story ever started with Once Upon A Dillon Francis.

This one might!

If it starts with Dillon Francis, where would it--

Imagination is the key to all creativity.

You made that up.

I'm making up the whole thing!

What does Dillon Francis have to do with anything--

He doesn't.

Just listen!

I'm not listening to anything that starts with Dillon Francis.

Well what would you rather me say, once upon a Skrillex?

Now that's more like it!

No, it's not. It's just unsettling.

It is.

You know what! Forget it. There's no story.

What, because there's no Dillon Francis?

Exactly.

What?

Because.

Ï

You...

I don't know about this

Just keep--

This makes me feel some kind of wha.

What kind of way

every kind of way-- wait.

“Remember Ryan”

I do remember Ryan

“Fuck Dillon Francis”

Rich Nigga Shit.

And your shirt.

So--

So?!

Who the fuck is this guy?

He's Dillon Francis.

No, who the fuck is he?!

Not who--

Huh?

What.

Whatthefuck--

What?

WHAT?

Hanzel (& Gretl) are originally from Hell or 'The Dark Side', this gives reasoning to their stoic and sometimes henius mannerisms.

Halo by Beyonce is multidimensional (listen, study)

This car needs some wheels is about loving yourself (and to learn how to love someone else)

"The Skrillex"

The Cosmic Owl

Chak Chel's Family--

The brothers

Bampheramphs

--old people

-&Sonny/old lady in the park dog walking

Rick n roll--dillon pickle Francis/pickle rick roll) (rock n roll) will take you to the the mountain

No boys allowed//no Skrillex allowed

Wait here.

Why can't I just come with you?

No boys allowed. Can't you see the sign on the door?

What sign on the door?

She places a sign on the door.

Wait here.

But.

5 minutes.

Walks in, shutting door behind her.

But.

Opens sliding window hatch on door, peeking out.

I'll be right back.

But.

A note is shoved backwards through the mail slot, and floats down between his feet. He picks it up to read it; it is a blank sheet of paper. He deflates.

Gleeful girly cheers and chatter, laughter and and upbeat music from the other side of the door; an obvious party starts inside.

Hours pass, Sonny is falling asleep standing up. He hears 3 women approaching, and excitedly shakes himself awake.

He stands to the side, posing.

What's up!

(They cannot hear or see him. he isn't yet aware of the forcefield placed around him, for his protection (as he is being hunted throughout the universe.)

Girl: Dude, I can't believe you know Rezz.

Hey!

Girl 2: yeah that's sooo cool.

Girl: Yeah, VIP. Is like--

Girl: Oh my God, I bet it's like so lit.

Girl: So Lit.

Girl: Oh my God, yeah. I'm definitely doing VIP next year.

Girl: Definitely.

Girl: So worth it.

Girl: So like, what time does it start-start?

Girl: ummm, I don't know, but I think we're like early.

Early!?

Girl: Should I--oh, hey--im getting a call. It's the other DJ, I think she's inside already. (It's Ū)

Girl: Hello? What up Ū!

Ū? Hey! Heeeeey!

Girl: yeah, we're at the door. Ohhhh shit, for real? Ok. (hangs up) yeah, she said she'll be down here in like, 5 minutes. Apparently the music's bumping, they couldn't even hear us at the door.

Psh. 5 minutes yeah right.

Girl: daynmm.

Girl: yeah, there's like 10 famous DJs in there in there right now. Look at this snapchat I got earlier.

Daaaam.

Lit.

I heard there's gonna be more.

Is that Allison Wonderland?

Allison Wonderland opens the door.

Hi Guys!

No way!

It is Allison Wonderland!

Hey!!

Come on in guys!

Girl: (closest to Sonny, but walking towards the door) wait, did you guys hear that weird.

Girl: kind of, not really

Girl: yeah I don't really believe in ghosts, but sometimes--

By now, Sonny has noticed that he hasn't been seen or heard by anyone and assumes his likely invisibility. However Allison Wonderland, being a DJ, has the ability to see through this force field (unbeknownst to him that it even exists.)

Sonny stands at the door, staring. She stares back expressionlessly, straight into his soul with indifference of his presence.

A brief silence, before Sonny furroughs his brows.

She just stares at him.

...wait, can you see me?

...No.

She shuts the door.

Jack and Jill I'm elessian park

You left your sister where

Doctors A-Z (doctor p's planet; boogie t distant relative)

Scary OWSLA (1000 VOLTS, WESTWOOD)

GIANT JOSH PANDA

THE SOUL SALESMEN

THE CIA/FBI/MEN IN BLACK

DONT FUCK WITH TIME (IRL)

FROZEN SKRILLEX

FOREST FIRE (REZZ)

Ralph, Wendy, Denny, Trader Joe

Mr moto guy

Tips>>>SKRILLEX

I thought we were done writing these.

I guess not.

Get the fuck back, Dillon Francis.

Woah, I--okay.

JUST STEP BACK.

That's a gun!

It's a bayonet.

That's...where did you even get something like that?

I time travel.

That...makes sense.

It has to.

Wenzday.

She's pretty.

Aren't they all.

They are.

Maybe her.

Anyone but you, huh?

How would it ever be me?

Still don't believe?

How could I ever believe.

They're all perfect.

And Talented.

And white.

Can't forget white.

And thin.

Never forget thin.

So why would it ever be me?

Maybe it wouldn't.

Maybe's a maybe.

And a Skrillex is a Skrillex.

And Sonny's a Sonny.

So--

So, Billie Ellish.

My Future.

See you in a couple years.

Its chasing a wild goose.

It's chasing monsters and sprites.

It's chasing, but only if you're running.

Run, Sunni--

Run Sonny--

Run.

This goes around in circles.

Goes around like seagulls in the sky.

Getter.

What did getter do?

What did Skrillex do?

What does Dillon Francis Have to do with anything?

Nothing.

Jimmy Fallon

--was never nothing--

What does Dillon Francis have to do with anything?

Still don't know.

What about Pasqualle?

Still don't know.

And Skrillex?

Fuck--I really don't know.

Don't you?

Alright.

What do you know?

Commonalities.

And?

Patterns.

And…?

Red Cups, Beer Bottles, and Pop-Tarts.

What's it look like?

A shallow pool of hard liquor.

So?

So, they can afford alcoholism.

You see it that way?

I don't see.

Don't you?

That's the same question twice.

It's the same question, infinitely.

Who are you?

Who am I?

Exactly.

What's your DJ name?

Depends on the day.

What's your name, now?

I'm Sunni.

To replace Sonny?

Nothing replaces that.

What's in the music?

An algorithm--a hidden code, maybe?

Maybe.

Maybe's still a maybe.[

What are they looking for?

A savior?

Now you've given yourself a God Complex.

As if the world already hadn't.

The world had, I just refused to accept it.

Until?

Until everything.

At once, right?

And nothing.

Why does Annie keep coming up?

You must be on her mind.

I'm dead to her.

Who?

Exactly.

She thinks you'll make up.

Please.

She's latna and native.

And an alcoholic. So.

So she's perfect.

So she is.

I'm not forgiving her. Again.

Maybe you don't have to.

If the DJs want her, they can have her. She's a perfect storm of a hoe.

Hoes are fun.

Until they're not.

What are you?

A ghost.

Why does she keep coming up?

I don't know. I've had two dreams about her.

She misses you.

I could give a fuck.

You could?

IDGAFOS.

Happy Birthday, Dillon Francis.

But you won't tell him.

His fandom will. I'm done inboxing people. These people live on beaches; I'm a grain of sand.

So go find your beach.

Viva Mexico.

Probably so, huh?

Probably.

Left in a world without people, realizing she is completely alone, Punishment be ones Paradise, as she enjoys all her favorite places, without the pollution, population or politics in her way. The happiest she's ever been, she approaches EMPTY EDC, still perfectly intact with the gates wide open. She runs inside,losing her mind-- and then losing her enthusiasm entirely, realizing she cannot dance in silence, or operate any of the rides by herself (which, in one dimension higher, she uses the power of the mind to start manifesting all the things she needs,creating a perfect EDC) however, in the most limited dimension, where even manifestation can be fathomed, and no use of magic, she sadly strolls through the empty carnival--though, having found solace in the typically overpriced fashion and merchandice apparel, has ransacked the empty and abandoned shops, looking ridiculously ravey, looking like a 3D insomniac billboard, sparkling with Kandi and shining flashing lights. She approaches the front and center of the rail, her usual favorite, as she looks up at the decks of The BassPod. She just looks, as she sips an acai berry smoothie out of a collectible cup.

Cree: You look like a fucked up cupcake.

SupaCree: You look like a fucked up cupcake, ate a fucked up cupcake, and then put on a sweater.

Cree: Hey man. Fat is Fat. I'm in Infinite Eternity: INFINITE EDC, BITCH.

SupaCree: Oh yeah? You like being the fattest fat ass dancing fatass at the everlasting motherfucking fatty fattass fat... dance...

Cree: Hmmyeahh--Hows it feel being the lastest-fast-having-last past life past-afterlife--flattest -ass-last-fan-of-DillonFrancis-random-dancing-at-the-lostest-awful-rotten-sauced-forgotten-boss-of-not-a-lot-of-bought-a-bag of -frazzled-skrillex-dicks-you-wish-you-licked-but-didnt-cause-they-wouldnt let you in the the artist tent if you farted in it, in -different-dimensions you were in INFINITE but now you're ISNT-ISNT-ISNT IS THE CLOSEST cause you're not a fucking DJ BITCH, YOURE JUST A WISHIN WASHED UP WISHING WELL YOU'RE STILL FAT!! PPL

ALTER EGO

I wanna look like her!

—oh, that's a guy

—well, still.

For I am just a shadow of what I once was;

And all of a fraction of what I would become,

Were it not for love

There you are.

There I was.

Oh, my God.

How long was I gone?

Long.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

Oh shit, that sounds F.U.N…

FUN!?

FUCK YOU, NIGGA!

Oh good, the Dolphin On Wheels is here.

"THIS. IS. OWSLAAAAAAA"

ARE YOU SERIOUS!?

Serious as a Dillon Francis Bampheramph.

What even IS that?

You're looking at it.

________

NO PANTS!

what?!

(Takes off pants)

HEY!

NO PANTS, Dillon Francis!

Have a banana.

I don't wanna banana! I want pants!

NO PANTS. gimmie your hat.

(Leaves)

It is.

An Element.

Can... I base... my survival solely on elements--is--the question.

That is, actually--as it stands, what we were intended to do--I suppose.

Elements. Alchemy.

Alchemists.

Ahhhh. Those.

Ahhh. D--

Hmmm.

Mmm.

Okay.

This is gonna take a long time to work out.

What doesssss---

...Hello…

Aha-ahaha...

...What does Dillon Francis have to do with this?

I don't know.

*laughing in 4 different dimensions*

I know, right?

*snickers*

Well, that's another drop in the Fuck-It Bucket

Not that Bucket.

[honks]

Ahe, Hehehe

I didn't--

Actually, I did know that--

I did know that--

I did know that I had two Fuck-It Buckets.

I had forgotten... about all the buckets.

Just like I almost about the Hellavator.

How is that going, by the way.

Oh what--the Hellevator--or the Party on the Hellevator?

Or the scene...where Hanzel's on the...Hellevator with Dillon Francis?

I--

*reacts in 4 different dimensions*

Oh, wow.

I know! It's gonna take forever.

Forever's almost nothing compared to an eternity.

Yeah--forever is almost nothing, compared to an eternity.

*smacks lips*

And then that, motherfucker…

FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER!

Fuck that motherfucker.

*sirens sounding*

YEP.

*blasting magic*

Yep.

...yep.

This is why we don't need a wand, anymore--because--you see that?

Yep.

Well, -- you don't see it, Well I mean, that's just part of the joy--you just know.

You don't have to see it, you just know.

Oh, you mean like...

[mimicks ******** ]

..Kinda like that…

But…???

Gonna Hit that red dot and never stop

What's that--the 4th dimension?

Ah, the 4th dimension.

The “r” word

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Like political correctness even matters.

The only thing that matters is matter

And why have I never been for a Joyride?

Last thing I remember, I was having the time of my life...

[rifling through things, as Dillon sits down at his desk—he puts on a pair of librarian-like frames, adjusting them to fit at the nose]

You don't wear glasses.

Uh, I do wear glasses, I am wearing glasses.

I just never—you know—thought of you, like—

Yeah, well—not all of us are known by our trademark frames.

I detect a hint of bitterness.

Oh, you can detect that? What device do you have that does that?

…...my...senses.

Heh, you look like Katey Sagal.

I love her.

Same.

[rifling through papers, doing office things]

What's taking so long, Peg?

Well, Al, if you must know it's going to take me a minute to get into my ‘Skrillex', it's been awhile.

How long's awhile.

Hey—you came through my panoramic window demanding Skrillex.

Tsh, like it's never happened before.

(Or like it's always, never happening)

What?

Hey—who said that?

So how long's this gonna take?

I'm gonna need you to exercise patience—that is, if you're familiar with excersise.

PATIENCE?! What the fuck is Patience?? Are you done yet?

Patience—patience—it's like—it's almost like “patients, like what a doctor has—

—oh don't even—

*hands up*

Not gonna even.

…

…

…

Did you—

I told you it has been a minute.

>>><

>>>>>>>

>>>><

What kind of company do you think I keep?!

He knows what it is;

He know what it is—

I know what it is;

We know what it is,

“So it is, then”

Woah

Move>< bun up the dance

What happened to your blacklist

Fuck the blacklist

YES

except Diplo, he stays.

DIPLO

what.

Alright, moving on.

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