The Legend Of... S Ū P ∆ (C) R E E.™ M I X X | [Broken Mixer Vs. Broken Heart Pt. XV - FINALE.]

[The Festival Project.™ ]

The Legend Of...

S Ū P ∆ © R E E.™

E V E R Y D A Y I S R A V E D A Y

ENTER THE MULTIVERSE

An Insomniac Original

(maybe.)

Ū

Alright.

GOD

This is the part where you don't sleep.

SUPACREE

Oh no.

GOD

You've been ‘Don't Eating' for like, 8 months now. Now it's time to Don't Sleep.

SUPACREE

Yikes.

Û

You can bet we'll have it done by the beginning of next semester.

GERALD

Next semester's set to not even be in a classroom.

Ï

Even better. Remote binge worthy media.

Excerpt From:

“Blū and The Cosmic Owl”

...

...Having found the fallen owl, he glances up at the sky, just as another shooting star flies by.

In awe, he stands at the giant animal, who pants in a tragically cry in pain. He sorrowfully glances into the bird's giant eye, crying as his tears spill into the trail of blood, a sparkling dark purple river, streaked with the silver streams of moonlit tears and the golden gleam of a lucid dream; her dilated pupils reflect all the cosmos, sparkling through the three round dials; some sound, which has never heard or even fathomed to be made, a vibration ringing as it aligns with his light, which also shines now through his dark brown eyes; He is hypnotized, nearly full of light in a state of trance as he begins to float upward, levitating just slightly--A SUDDEN FLASH OF COSMIC LIGHT, as the wounded bird, morphs into a matching [humanoid] being, abruptly changing the frequency from a hypnotising lull, to an ear-shattering, soul startling and painstaking frequency. As they both hover above the ground-- still in levitation, he quickly looks down worriedly, then back up at the being--now matching in age, as The Princess, a pretty poised and painted warrior, adorned with the royally decadent white and purple trimmed fashion, crystals and gemstones of the galaxies imbedded into her sashes.

He's enamoured and intrigued, less terrified than excited; however her eyes, now changing a through colors of neon light, reflect her terrified and painful confusion, having been wounded with the weapon of ‘man'--he falls toward the ground, suddenly, groaning in pain, then turning into a fetal position from which he cowers in fear under her.

A tear, which has formed in her eye, nearly falls; she forcefully reabsorbs it back into her eyes, as she calms herself down, lowering gracefully to the ground.

She crouches over him, thinking twice quite literally, before angrily kneeling over him, yielding a ball of fire out of one hand, holding him by his shirt with the other--he cowers in fear, now--his awestruck chased away by the apparent power of this being; she quickly throws her fireball at a nearby bush, lighting it as he glares at the sight slightly stupified by the fire light, which he likes.

A splash of water drenches him from head to toe, blasting off his pink glasses and shattering playful spry outlook with a very grumpy pout, as he stands up, dripping from head to toe.

She stands, one leg crossed over the other, another dream of water floating in her hand; as he stands dripping, she blasts him again, with the intensity of a firehose pushing him back.

Taking awhile to get back, she waits, meditating by the bush as a campfire, as he, still dripping approaches. She looks out of one eye, unassumingly continuing to meditate as he approaches the fire, which he sits by, as closely and cautiously on the other side, trying to get dry.

She looks at him from the other eye, calmly sighing as she blasts him with the surprise of an almost blow dry, which she provides by colliding her hands stretched outwardly towards him; the heated gust leaves him looking somewhat like a freshly groomed poodle--his dark brown hair to match his sweet and gentle eyes, by which, his glasses having been blasted off a third time, he notices as he pushes up on the bridge of his nose, realizing he's lost them again--before he can even (literally) think to retrieve them, they float, guided by her telekinetic twisting of her index finger.

BLŪ

...thank you...

Still unable to form words, she just gazes at him from over the firelight, sternly searching perhaps, for the way to create a translation between her native telepathic ways of communication, or any of the alien languages--she is unfamiliar with this, though captioned in (several, actually) alien languages, we, as the audience can perceive any of the dialogue just to be "english".

PRINCESS

Why would you do that?!

BLŪ

What?!

PRINCESS

What you did to me!

BLŪ

I didn't mean to!

PRINCESS

Mean to what?

BLŪ

Shoot you!? I--

PRINCESS

Why would you ‘shoot' an Owl!?

BLŪ

An ‘owl?' I'm sorry! I didn't!

PRINCESS

Didn't what? LOOK.

[She appears, even still, to be wounded.]

BLŪ

I--I never--

PRINCESS

Never what?

BLŪ

I've never seen an ‘owl' before…

PRINCESS

So you just--!?

BLŪ

I'm sorry!

PRINCESS

What were you attempting to do?

BLŪ

I don't know!

PRINCESS

You don't know?

BLŪ

No! I just--

PRINCESS

You?

BLŪ

I...just…

PRINCESS

You…

BLŪ

I…

PRINCESS

…

[She appears to be bleeding through the sheath of her bodice.]

BLU

...Are you ok?

CYPHER I:

‘The Coffee Run'

This is my job,

Like this is your job

I look at the jaw

I want what you want

This is my planet we're on

This is is my plan, I got lost in it

Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm not

You just want a nut with a butt

I just want a bud--

[Sample, Dillon Francis: Hey Buddy! (The Coffee Run)]

--I'm not your buddy.

Ah.

Look at that car;

I'm on a coffee run at McDonald's

How much does it cost?

A dollar, one—

It's like putting gas in my car,

I don't wanna

I don't wanna

I don't wanna

Call Jimmy Fallon to borrow a dollar.

It's a coffee run

A coffee run

A coffee run;

You cough, I run

You like? I'm fun

The west was won by everything under the Sun,

Run it

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…

________________

INT. SOMEWHERE IN ALASKA. DAY.

[Before the initial collision... ]

DEVIL

Exited for EDC?

Ï

Are you serious?

DEVIL

Is Dillon Francis going to be there?

Ï

Dillon Francis?

DEVIL

Yeah. DJ Dillon Francis.

Ï

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

DEVIL

Why not? This guy is awesome.

Ï

(rolling eyes)

Since when do you listen to EDM?

DEVIL

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

VIDEO: NEED YOU, NGHTMRE & DILLON FRANCIS

Ï

Huh.

CUT TO:

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

CUT TO

SUPACREE

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

HANZEL

Wvell that's because ze answer is "DJ Dillon Francis"

Ū

Exactly.

SUPACREE

Oh, please.

CUT TO:

INT. THE GREAT SALTAIR. SALT LAKE CITY, UT.

[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.]

SŪP∆

Yikes.

[She looks down at her [watch, which appears to be a early version of the Synesthesia Panel] it is 7:35.]

SŪP∆ (CONT'D)

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.

SŪP∆

Every day is rave day.

DIMITRI

I wish.

SŪP∆

Wishes come true.

DIMITRI

Ugh, I wish.

SŪP∆

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

DIMITRI

Think so?

SŪP∆

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.]

SŪP∆ (CONT'D)

...like super specific.

DIMITRI

...Specific…Wishes…

SŪP∆

‘Rollin'?

[DIMITRI nods happily, bouncing to the upbeat bass house music coming from the mainstage.]

SŪP∆

Just kicked in?

DIMITRI

(shaking head in agreement) Yuh.

SŪP∆

Water?

[She produces a bottled water out of "nowhere" (the void in her energy field which manifests items most needed/useful immediately

[DIMITRI takes the water, amazed that she literally pulled it out of nowhere right in front of him; however, 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 to see a tricolor of gumstucks fanned before him, his eyes light up.]

SŪP∆

Spearmint, peppermint, winter fresh.

DIMITRI

...ohhhh shittttt, winter fresh…!

[He happily takes a stick, as the DJ loops [live sampling] the word "fresh", and they share a dance breakdown; 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, clearly unaware of Supa's Powers.]

SŪP∆

Trash.

[He enters his trash into the bag, after which, it immediately collapses, as it vanishes.]

DIMITRI

...what was...what was that.

SŪP∆

That...was...trash...magic…bags…brand...bags.

((( )))

(Magic Isn't Real!)

SŪP∆

Oh, fuck, right.

DILLON FRANCIS(in the next dimension over)

DILLON FRANCIS

Is.

SŪP∆

Uh, Personal Space.

DILLON FRANCIS

Telepathy wasn't invented for "personal space"

SŪP∆

Telepathy wasn't invented at all.

DILLON FRANCIS

Exactly. It's--Magic. Hence.

SŪP∆

This has been previously established.

DILLON FRANCIS

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

SŪP∆

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

DILLON FRANCIS

Uh, Don't you have a rave frozen

in an unstable time warp, just

so we can have this conversation--?

Which, by the way,

I'm pretty sure does not comply

with aforementioned...reinforced foundations,

Previously...established…

SŪP∆

So what's the other half of thAt…

was it even an album. Is it an EP?

DILLON FRANCIS

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.

SŪP∆

...k…

DILLON FRANCIS

Which you're not.

SŪP∆

Oh, I'm not.

DILLON FRANCIS

No. You're just...Dillusionally,

probably permanently and terminally...not a DJ.

SŪP∆

‘Not a DJ.'

DILLON FRANCIS

Not a DJ. Right.

SŪP∆

Not a DJ...with Magic.

DILLON FRANCIS

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

SŪP∆

Okay. Not--

DILLON FRANCIS

Not ever--

SŪP∆

Oh right, not Ever--s

BOTH

--a DJ.

DILLON FRANCIS

I'm glad you finally understand.

We so, so appreciate the FANS, though.

SŪP∆

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.

SŪP∆

So many fans.

DILLON FRANCIS

And albums. Like, tracks.

SŪP∆

Right. Tracks. Got That Track Magic.

DILLON FRANCIS

Tracks.

SŪP∆

I just got that, fan magic.

And you know, actual magic.

Thanks Dillon Francis--

DILLON FRANCIS

DJ Dillon Francis

SŪP∆

Right. DJ Dillon Francis. So many fans.

DILLON FRANCIS

but you're my best fan.

SŪP∆

Best Fan!

DILLON FRANCIS

BEST FAN AWARD.

SŪP∆

YEAH.

DILLON FRANCIS

FAN CAM!

SŪP∆

ONE FOR THE FAN GRAM!

DILLON FRANCIS

THE *BEST* FAN GRAM.

SŪP∆

YEAH.

[Posing for a selfie, she uses one of her rave weapons (which is, actually just a regular iPhone) spitefully flashes him into a cross parallel dimension, outside of Bampheramph jurisdiction, trapping him in an intractable dimension; the photo created a time warp and intersectable checkpoint in time. She unfreezes the rave.]

DIMITRI

...magic…?

SŪP∆

Uh--no! ‘magic'. The music is magic,

Just trash bags...brand...yeah.

DIMITRI

trash...brand...bags...

SŪP∆

...yeah...

[They continue to dance; she nervously looks over her shoulder for possible alternate versions of DILLON FRANCIS At the end of the break, an immediate change of tone--she 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.)

SŪP∆ (CONT'D)

Now, business talk time.

DIMITRI

Serious face?

[She nods adamantly. DIMITRI tries to straighten up, and "get serious, still bouncing along to the beat, adjusting his sunglasses.]

CUT TO:

EXT. THE OPEN SEAS. DAY

[In a nearby dimension, As SKRILLEX and *alt* DILLON FRANCIS continue to battle, they cross paths at sea.]

SKRILLEX

Nice Dinghy, dude.

DILLON FRANCIS

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.

SKRILLEX

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

DILLON FRANCIS

She's the star of the show.

SKRILLEX

Not without me.

[A BAMPHERAMPH teleportals onto SKRILLEX'S boat, tagging him,

BAMPHERAMPH

TAG, YOU'RE IT.

[He disappears into another portal.]

SKRILLEX

I'm it.

DILLON FRANCIS

Nah, you're just “Skrillex.”

SKRILLEX

That's--all you need.

[A MOTHERFUCKER portals onto SKRILLEX'S boat, via another portal, handing him an *object*]

MOTHERFUCKER

Humility. You need it.

SKRILLEX

...I made the HUMBLE remix.

MOTHERFUCKER

Yeah you did.

[THE MOTHERFUCKER disappears into a portal; SKRILLEX unwraps the object; It is a pie, labeled ‘HUMBLE PIE.']

SKRILLEX

Hm.

FLASHBACK: BASS DROP, HUMBLE (Skrillex Remix)

CUT BACK:

As the bass drops, the pie explodes; This leaves him covered in a very fruity mess, and a *bass face*

CUT TO:

INT. OWSLA HQ. DAY

MANAGER

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

SONNY/SKRILLEX

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

[DILLON FRANCIS shows up, out of nowhere.]

DILON FRANCIS

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

SKRILLEX

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

DILLON FRANCIS

My pants are currently selling for 69.99 right now.

SKRILLEX

My left sock was 69.99 this morning.

MANAGER

Why are you buying individual socks--???

DILLON FRANCIS

Why are you buying socks in the mornings?

MANAGER

You're up late, how are you even up in the morning?!

DILLON FRANCIS

Do you ever sleep? Does a Skrillex sleep?

MANAGER

Who are you again?

DILLON FRANCIS

I'm Dillon Francis. DJ- Dillon Francis.

SKRILLEX

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

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

SKRILLEX

...What?

[DILLON FRANCIS portals them back onto the YACHT SCENE.]

*alt* SKRILLEX and *alt* DILLON FRANCIS are still fighting; They are now both on the deck of SKRILLEX's boat, DILLON FRANCIS's mini yacht burning/ devastated by what appears to be a giant kraken in the background.]

ALT/SKRILLEX

FUCK YOUR MINIATURE YACHT.

ALT/DILLON FRANCIS

You're a miniature yacht!

SKRILLEX

Is that US?!

MANAGER

I told you...

ALT/SKRILLEX

You're not a good villain.

Or at anything, really!

You're just…'Dillon Francis. ‘

ALT/DILLON FRANCIS

And you're just stranded in the ocean.

ALT/SKRILLEX

It's okay, it's hella refreshing!

UNLIKE YOUR MUSIC.

ALT/DILLON FRANCIS

You know what--?

DILLON FRANCIS

(to his alternate self)

I got this.

ALT/SKRILLEX

Huh?

[DILLON FRANCIS blasts ALT/SKRILLEX into a portal, which whirlpools him into an alternate dimension; SKRILLEX and the MANAGER look on in horror.]

ALT/DILLON FRANCIS

Oh God, Finally!

DILLON FRANCIS

Yeah, I know.

ALT/DILLON FRANCIS

That took FOREVER.

[DILLON FRANCIS rolls his eyes and hands his alternate self a small object*.]

ALT/ DILLON FRANCIS

By the way--

[He opens up another portal, reaching out just to jump into it, exclaiming:]

ALT/DILLON FRANCIS (CONT'D)

Tag, you're it.

[He disappears into the portal.]

DILLON FRANCIS

OH, GOD DAMMIT.

COMEUPOUTDAWAHTA, S U P A C R E E M I X X

__________

SKRILLEX

Get off my Alien Planet! Don't touch it!

It's my alien planet, nobody land on it.

DILLON FRANCIS

Suhweeet planet…

SUPACREE

No! Don't land on that planet!

[He lands.]

SUPACREE

God DAMMIT.

GOD

I can't do that. You know I can't do that.

It's a whole planet just--give it time.

SUPACREE

I gave it spacetime! I am time!

GOD

I know you are, dear. Just be patient.

SUPACREE

Be patient? He went and put his DILLON FRANCIS all over it.

JESUS

Let Dillon Francis play with your planet, yeah?

SUPACREE

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

JESUS

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

SUPACREE

I do know how it goes. I wrote it.

GOD

How does it go?

It goes:

SUPACREE

--No--No--Dillon Francis, go home.

/SKRILLEX

No planet for Dillon Francis.

SUPACREE

This isn't Dillon Francis Land, it's closed.

And also Not. Your. Planet. Go. Home.

GOD

That had a lot of heart, hun.

SUPACREE

And no Dillon Francis.

JESUS

Actually, it had a lot of that, too.

SKRILLEX

Aha.

SUPACREE

--Aha, well it's about to have a lot of not-that, I'm about to knock the not-that-hot-sauce off his--

/SKRILLEX

--mini yacht knocking--

SUPACREE

--sock-rocking-planet-blocking-motherfacker!!!! RAAGGHHH…!!

/SKRILLEX

AGHRAHGHHGH!!!

JESUS

Whew. Did you just eat a McFury?

SUPACREE

MAYBEITWASAFUCKISDILLONFRANCISDOINGONMYPLANETSANWHICH.

SUPACREE + SKRILLEX

FUCK DILLON FRANCIS.

JESUS

sounds like a lot. / Sounds Like A Mouthful.

SUPACREE/SKRILLEX

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

(Alternately)

_______

DILLON FRANCIS

Hey. This is a nice planet.

Ū

He's gonna be like--

DILLON FRANCIS

Like flabbergasted.

Ū

Past Flabbergasted. Did he see you land?

DILLON FRANCIS

Yeah.

Ū

Good. Lol. Did he get the coupon?

DILLON FRANCIS

--Yes.

(Previously)

[Dillon Lurks In The Background with the SupaCreepers (binoculars). SKRILLEX finds the coupon.]

$-FREE MCFURY.

SKRILLEX

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

CUT BACK TO

Ū

Hehehe.

EXT. AN ‘ALIEN' PLANET. SPACE

THE SKRILLEX Enters The Atmosphere.

THE SKRILLEX

'I AM SKRILLEX'

S- Sunnï Blū, Ninja Guru Singer/Songwriter

Ū- The Anti-Anti-Hero, the Superhero Persona, Ninja Assassin, and Mothafuckin' Bampheramph

P-PEACE (Piece, Piece of the Puzzle, Piece of Pie, etc.) Problemo (Exists when too many plot holes and complexities arrive, also “The Pretender”, who just ignores when crazy shit happens, questions all realities (?)

Alt+J- SUPACREE, The DIvine Trinity

C- (Copyright Symbol) The Original Cree, Alternately Chak Chel, the ancient spirit guide ‘trapped' inside of the Physical Body to Accompany and Assist through magic, rituals, and energy manipulation through music, time space, and all reality which exists within the fathomable and expanding infinite consciousness. (thought to be ancient, however actually originating from hyper intelligent and extraterrestrial existence in the outer realms.

Caricatures (“Characters” Based On Various Entertainment Artists Personas, To Be Played (As themselves)

S-Dillon Francis

U-Dillon Frances

P-Dillon T. Francis

A-Dillon Flances

C-Dillon Glances

R-Dillon France Is

E-Fillon Dances

E-(Fictional Dillon) Francis/Is Pasquale

-DJ Hanzel

-DJ Rich As Fuck

-Gerald

-N(E)RD (Pronounced” NED”)

Sonny Moore/Skrillex

-Hereby referenced to as SS, there exists “Infinite Skrillex” variably throughout the Multiverse, however, Skrillex himself is (secretly) the singular (and seemingly random apparent “phenomenon”) of his kind. A rare and shiny seemingly shapeshifting sorcerer, the concept and use of “Fictional Skrillex” is separated into a multitude of characters, uses and ambiguities explained throughout the series. *Spoiler*, Tying into the Theme of an Ever Expanding (and alternately, Collapsing/Compressing) Infinite Multidimensional, The Term Skrillex can refer the the Persona, or Person as Himself, but alternately is used as a noun, pronoun, verb, or adjective--even sometimes as a profanity, or to be referred to as a “race”.

Sammi B,/LSDream/Brillz

-Sam I Am (Festival Trip Alter Ego)

-I Am Sam (Festival Trip Second Alter Ego)

Pasqualle Rotella

A nameless, untranslatable into spoken or written language symbol, to be decided. An Ultra-Omnipitent giant (predominately purple, but emanating all colors of the cosmos) Galaxy of Ultra Concious Light Waves, SoundFrequencies, and Own Planetary Solar System, Boasting Stars which rival our own sun. A brilliant Collection of Space Dust (A relative of “Fart”, from Rick and Morty)

Evil Pasquale

Pasqualle Is Dillon Francis

Mr. Rager (Underground Pasqualle)

A No-Named Burner and Ultimate Raver, whose domain is the kingdom of the underground rave scene--he detests the mainstream, traveling (across time, as an undercover Bampheramph),

Wally (Never started Insomniac, Works At Walmart as Greeter. Never Raved.)

In a homage to the second back to the future, U has traveled back to 1993 to create a reality where Google and Insomniac, etc. are owned and operated by SupaCree, skewing into an adjacent timeline in the future where her superstardom and rise to fame begins as a child star on Disney Channel, crossing multiple timelines interdimensionally intersected on the Infinite Grid so complex, it begins to create a disastrous series of knots, loops, and voids, tangled now permanently into the fabric of time.

Wally is asked to fill in for his coworker in the photography section, where he develops photos from a disposable camera and is enamoured by the dazzling magic of EDC captured on camera. His eyes widen as he glimpses into the photos; it is love at first sight. He makes doubles of the photos, later creating a vision board (used as a totem, easter egg throughout series) Wally's World lol

The Ascended Masters

The Psychonauts

The Bampheramphs (& Mothafuckin' Bampheramphs, Respectively)

The Insomniacs (& Pasquallians, a secret sect of magicians, sorcerers and alchemists, seers and mystics carefully selected as keyholders to ‘The Secret Gates', a secret interdimensional transit system hidden beyond VIP (VIP+, VIP++, VIP+++, and VIP (+/-) which actually contains an underground city, a massive classified compound which exists between cross dimensions, allowing for shifts in the timespace continuums and temporary constructs of reality adjust by a mastery of manipulative conception, a complete control of energy--even allowing for such things as matter to appear, disappear,

The Toxic Avengers, Traveling across the Multiverse to Avenge the annihilation, assassinations, and massacre of The Infinite Skrillex

Josh Pan, combining his masterful Tri-Versal Powers, carries out a secret mission for the Ascended Masters, Also acting as A Bampheramph, as he plans to surpass MOTHAFUCKIN status, secretly stalking Sonny, having retired as Skrillex and fleeing to Alaska, unaware of what the package he has in his backbacm actually has the power to do. Josh Panhandle, the mountain man and the soul salesmen set a Bampheramph trap, which locks both the still living SupaCree, tmstill the original Cree, pre suicide and the post skrillex Sonny, retired;