{Across The Universe + Star Is Born} (A Theatrical Production) - Enter The Multiverse

Madonna wants to be a movie star, huh
Well I just want to be Madonna
Maybe we could help each other out, huh
Maybe that's why God's been calling out
Madonna, Madonna
You want it, i got it
Just call up the number
She's listed as
“A Nobody”
So far, so
I hope you know the code
The extension is 666
If you get disconnected
Just call back
And your call will be answered
In the order it was
Received

Kaskade made two of my favorite songs of all time ever.

One at the very begginning of his career…

And one well—-

SEATTLE WASHINGTON, 2021

Wherever he was a couple years ago.

Who knows, man.

Fucking time travelers.

Present day.

JAMAICA, QUEENS, NEW YORK.

Vs.

Add more weight.

DUFF VS ***

WHAT, I have to fight MYSELF.

You've been fighting yourself the whole time!

Shut the fuck up, Kaskade!

Language.

Shove it!

*eats popcorn obnoxiously*

Ugh.

Fuck me, man.

Whatever. I'm in the winners circle.

SAD NEIL DEGRASSE TYSON.

Woah: uh oh. What happened.

Still a genius.

SAD NEIL DEGRASSE TYSON has no formal education.

Oh no.

However,

He sees multitudes of equations as synergetic values swirling in his mind as he rides the bus , appearing to be in a mindless daze, however, still a genius, trapped in the confines of his own mind, stuck at a dead-end job.

Oh no.
That is bad.

Sup Neil deGrasse Tyson!

*bully smacks pizza to the ground*

Ugh.

Sucks to suck. Laaaagh!

Ugh.

*sighs deeply, attempts to pick up pizza*

Birds swarm the pizza, and a passerby steps on it*

This brings a single, aolitary tear to his eye.

Suddenly, the hunger struck me.

MEANWHILE, at the eye of NOWHERE, whereas in the multiverse Jamaica, Queens resides—AT BLINK FITNESS.

Father said, Skrillex (Mixed—Have a seat)

[Blū fails to raise the bench press]

V.O.
Or maybe it was the Skrillex.

***
Help. Please help.

THE GODS
Lol.

[a group of men rush to blu's aide—the entire gym, all men besides the workers, erupt into laughter.

“The Games of The Gods”

Do you ever finish these episodes?

Nope.

Meanwhile, Dillon Francis is the biggest dick ever.

Ahem.

I said IS, not HAS.

You don't know me.

Shut up, Mrs.pancakes.

That joke is so 2013.

I told you, already—-

PICKLE RICK
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*falling*

Hey look, a pickle.

Oh.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

You know what! I like you!

Oh! That sucks!

Can you not say things like that?!

Things like what?! Things like me?! I thought you liked me!

I do—just—

What?! What Dillon Francis?!

Try to remember this is all just a dream.

A what?! Fuck you!

I'm going to count backwards from three—

Backwards for what?

Three

What

Two

What the fuck?

-One.

Lightning strikes— he claps his hands in time with the thunderclap—Sunni Blu immediately falls asleep—he watches them with a meniacal look in his eye, whispering into their ear, snapping one time—

DILLON FRANCIS
I'm going to count to three: when I clap my hands you'll wake up from this dream and into another—this world is my world— and in my world, from now on, whenever you hear the sound of a clap, you will remember who you are; and you will remember the sound of my voice.

[He claps—Sunni Blū remains asleep in this reality—but suddenly, in a cross-dimensional parallel, CC wakes up in bed, holding instead of a handgun, a banana—startled and still appearing to be soaking wet, though drenched in sweat rather than rain, she draws the banana outward, tumbling out of bed and looking over her shoulder, cursing.]

GODDDAMIT IT, DILLON FRANCIS.

Cut back t Dillon Francis drags Sunni Blu's body into a Holda Civic

Why a Honda civic

Seems like a regular car

Why not Nissan.

Could be a Nissan

So just make it a Nissan.

Ok.

[in the closest parallalell dimension, it is a Nissan.]

Nice.

(Shrugs)

Anything but a Subaru.

[being Skrillex]

SKRILLEx
SUBARRUUUUUUUUUUU—-

*zoom*
*splrSH*
(All wet)
Whatthefuck.

Meanwhile,

Did it work? Is she here?

Well, not yet…

Suddenly, a blue dot appears on the map.

Bingo.

YO.

we did it.

Suddenly, the dot turns from blue to red.

Wait, what happened.

I don't know

Suddenly, the red dot turns purple.

What the fuck is that.

The dot then splits into two dots

What.

I dunno.

I've never seen this before

The two dots each split into two dots—now there are four dots—a green, a blue, a red, and a yellow dot—they begin to blink and swirl in a mesmerizing pattern, before dissipating and dissappearing entirely.

The fuck!

I don't know!

Dude, do something.

Do WHAT.

Something!

This has no logical fucking explaination whatsoever.

The screen goes black. The map dissappears.

What happened.

We got hacked?!

That's IMPOSSIBLE.

It's not impossible

It IS impossible. It's the most impossible impossibility fucking EVER.

Okay, well—

Okay well?!

I don't know!!!

The screen returns—the map is blank—the four dots reappear, each changing in color sequences and shapes quickly and drastically, dancing and swirling around the screen—the map reappears,
the dots each spread to a separate corner of the map: north east south and west— the trails of the colors spelling out in the center of the map

M A G I C

I S

R E A L,

Then exploding into candy coated sparkles and confetti.

What the fuck.

*exasperated, under breath*

It's fucking…Dillon Francis.

What?!

ITS FUCKING GODDAMN DILLON FRANCIS. FUCK!

WHAT,
No WAY.

AAAAAGAGGGHHHHHHHHH.

*throws shit, all mad*

Careful!

What's it MATTER!?
…still…

*loses shit*

As he exits the base and enters his living room, he opens the outer door to find that l the entire living room is covered in candy coated confetti and sparkles; he slips into a puddle of strange gellatenous goo.

UHMPH.

The other two hackers come running o it from the lair, one also slipping in the goo, and the other stopping short at the door, in awe of the disaster.

Ow! What the fuck!

Whaaaaaaaaaa……

FUCKING—FUCK!!

On a speeding bullet to nowhere,
Comb out my hair for a moped
Or hope of a slow rush to
Some sorry apartment I pour all my art into
Home, where the heart is

It's cold, but she needs the attention—
Just as much as
I need the move that she gets from it anyway
Envy in outfits,
Dismissal of seasonal effective—
A positive adjustment suggests that
The entrance of pumpkin spiced
Knitted sweaters and puffed jackets
Are just as perhaps as attractive in essence
As nakedness,
To those in possession of
Personality

Then, something suggests
As progressed in possessions,
The payment was lovelessness

Entering sequence

SHIT!

What?! is it Skrillex?!

[Loading semi-automatic rave weapon]

Can't be too sure…

Yo.

Yo.

Madonna just walked in with Bob Saget.

Bob Saget is dead.

I KNOW THAT.

YO.

And they're about to do a B2B.

That's WILD.

Lol where is this party.

Bag as a basket,
Has to match the boots, hasn't it?
Suede, like encantmemts,
Enchanted, the spider,
Still, she works hard at it
(Hard as Manhattan)
Masterful hat, my dear
Happened to stand at the platform,
Just long enough to—

*SLAM*

Got ‘em.

Fuck.

Alright,

Okay.

So it's dark, right?

Yeah.

Ow watch this.

^immensely bright shiny light*

WOW.

You see that?

YEAH.

That's your light.

WOW.

Yeah, okay, now turn it off.

HOW?

That's right, you don't know how.

NO! I DONT.

Try to remember.

Remember what.

How to turn it off.

Why?! It's AWESOME.

Yeah, turn it off.

I don't know how.

Try to remember.

I—remember what.

Turn it—

I don't know how to do that.

Well, I need you to try.

What? What for?!

-*huge scary monster appears out of darkness

WOAH.
That's what for.

*MONSTER IS SCARY*

OH.
Yeah.

*SCARY MONSTER ROAR*

Ugh.

With a snap, they instantly CHARGE into THE VOID.

*heavy sigh*

Dang.

*nods*

You see, that thing—

*very scary monster*

And other things like it—

*vampires*

*demons*

*zombies*

*racists*
Eat light.

But I make light.

Exactly.

So why is that a problem.

Because.

These dark things can't be satisfied— they'll take all of your light, until there's nothing left

Oh...

And worse,
There are far worse things—

Worse than that?

Far worse. Things that will not only devour your light, but absorb you, and make you into a ravenous darkness—entrapped within the deepest realms of the outer worlds—a nothingness in which light cannot dwell—where no light can penetrate—no light is known—and you become such darkness

so how multidimensional is she.

Like, way multidimensional.
Way, multidimensional, dude.

I don't know if you want to take this on.

I like a challengeS

This is beyond a challenge, dude. This is, like—

This could be career suicide.

DILLON FRANCIS has a flashback to the most miserable moment in his career.

…I'm willing to risk that.

You're fucking crazy, man.

Crazy is good. Let's do it.

He slaps the table, cracks open a bottle of water and leaves, seeming bizzarely chipper.

…he's fucking insane.

*shrugs*

Pays my bills.

Yeah, I guess.

Gh0st.

What's all this supposed to mean.

I thought we were getting fat.

I wasn't serious.

Neither was I.

We were each other's imaginary friends.

What's that, a coping mechanism?

Almost.

What's that, a calling card?

Almost.

Hijacking Beyoncé. Gold.

I think the point I was making is I can't even touch Beyoncé.

Nobody touches Beyoncé.
Except Beyoncé.

Well, maybe Jay-Z.

Like I said.

JAY-Z is also BEYONCÉ.

Hah. Nice.

Everything is Every—
Shut up.

Why are you in GA.

I'm not gonna pay for a front row ticket to Fangirl Beyoncé.

I thought you were fangirling me.

Somebody has to.

Japanese Lady badly singing on the train

Should I record it?

Tempting, but—I'll just keep this moment to myself.

[literally the star of a movie]

(At least I tried. )

Besides, I want to know what she's saying.

How are you ever gonna know what she's saying.

Meanwhile, at Ultra Japan

SKRILLEX
(Being Skrillex)

Ugh.

MEANWHRHIRLE.

PASQUALLE ROTELLA is the head of the EDMADFIA

Ok. Is that

Electronic Dance Mafia

Fuxk, now I want Pop-Tarts.

Or

Electronic Daisy Mafia

PORQUE NO LAS DOS.

Fuck, or I want tacos!

THE ELECTRONIC DANCE MAFIA

Wearing sleek black mysteriously dark attire, only ever so rarely accented by red as to notate the higher ranks of the most organized *possibly criminal* organization

Wait, does the mafia still exist?

Yes. Yes it does m.

Ever.

Oh wow.

Yeah:

THE ELECTRINIC DAISY MAFIA

These flamboyant motherfuckers dress in purple with accents of pink, electric blue, and neon shades of yellow, green, and orange—but are highly mysterious, though almost obnoxiously

Lol. This bitch is literally singing on the train.

Wasn't that you just earlier?

I—

EARLIER, (but not that part:)

She seems to have taken a sudden interest in the occult.

[literally battling demons]

This isn't SUDDEN.

That is interesting.

[in agreement and solidarity]

Open the doors.

The thing that was sudden, was that I started to notice that something about my voice changed the energy in any room, depending on the way I used it—it became important to notate exactly how the energy changed, and also—

There she is.

What kind of people arrived at the sound of my voice—

Let's go.

Who was I calling to. What was the nature of this force, and

Your HIghness.

Uh, okay.

Why were they following me?

Alright, I'm signing off.

No, not yet...

Not yet? Dude—

It's not time.

What is time?!

*sighs*

You pushed it at Beyoncé.

Now who's fangirling.

NOBODY.

Yeah, except BEYONCÉ.

BEYONCÉ approached ME.

EXACTLY MY POINT.

You and points. Explains the tattoos.

You're one to talk.

Nah, not really.

I'm signing off.

*sighs frustratedly*

(whispered) HART.

The bright light which once illumated the space between them fades out.

Darkness.

It is a simple room, where the two archangels meet to discuss their ongoing journey through the inner and outer worlds—they are, in essence, twin flames, perhaps, as to be described as one soul, split to display spectrums of opposite, which together signify balance— and apart exemplify chaos, confusion, and dissasemblance; imbalance, impurity, and unsynchronistic—not yet true Gods but dieties of a higher existence, escaping often between realms and plains to telepathically banter in a battle of wits; they are alike because they are one another—they are seperate because in order to fulfill all duties of the higher calling, they must remain as opposites until the day is called that they must forge their powers for the betterment of humanity, and become as one.

A dark blue couch illuminated by a bright light, unseen but acting as the fourth wall, an old TV screen which displays a silent staic.

c o l o r s

Fuck, where is SUPACREE.

Oh, she's dead.

I know that.

Then why did you ask.

Because she should be here.

Are you serious?

I know she's here.

She's not. She's dead.

I know that:

Then why'd you—

THIS Is the land of the dead.

This is not.

What—of course it is.

It is not,

Yes it is! I just died this morning.

Hah. Okay.

“Okay?”

Yeah: “Okay.”

What's that mean?

It means “okay”

“Okay?!”

“Okay!”

[beat]

*sighs frustratedly*

Look, you said “SUPACREE”, right?

Yes.

And you just died, right?

Right?

Yeah! This morning!

Okay.

“Okay” you keep saying

*he shoots him through the heart*

[he is speechless, bleeding out]

Do you know how many times supacree died to be supacree

[he gasps for his final breaths, gushing blood]

Continued

I'm doing you a favor.

[He fully dies]

You owe me.

THE GOOGLE KIDS
are so cute.

*super cute kids*

WOW.

Very, very cute.

*crying from cuteness overload*

Look, puppies.

ugh.

so what did you do after you graduated Fame School.

NOTHING.

Huh?!?

In fact, I almost starved to death

*eggagetates gasps*

In fact, if it hadn't been for Whole Foods Market, I probably would have.

*more gasps*

Were they one of your sponsors?!

[braking* fourth wall, looking directly into camera]

I don't know yet.

WHOLE FOODS MARKET
yes.

Ok.

DILLON FRANCIS is the worlds most inconspicuous psychopath since Ted Bundy—his charm, fame, and status has kept his devious use of coercion, hypnotism, and lust for paysical and material possession under wraps for—

DILLON FRANCIS
(Jokingly, but not)
Haha. I'm immortal.

Well, centuries.

Meanwhile, wherever this is at:

See. Haha. This is fun. Adventure time.

Woo!

Haha.

What do you want, Dillon Francis.

I don't know yet. Haha. We'll see.

At this point, he's just fully meniacal.
This turnt up 8000 levels, bruh.
Eithe thousand levels.

What's that gonna do.

We'll see.

I just feel bad for Dillon's mom.

Don't worry— I am Dillon's mom.

Aww. You hijacked his mom?

I hijacked his everything.

You want a SPRIte?!

I don't drink—

DRINK THE SPRITE.

okok.

DRINK IT

AD:

DRINK SPRITEx

Ok.
Ok.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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