Crazysponge in da Tri-Linear Omni-Inter-Dimensional Super-Matrix Omegaverse ver.1.22474487139 9000 (TRUE!)

crazysponge in da Tri-Linear Omni-Inter-Dimensional Super-Matrix Omegaverse ver.1.22474487139 9000 (TRUE!) is the seventh episode of Season Five of CrazySponge Died: The Series. It is a sequel to Crazysponge beyond da omniverse and a threequel to Crazysponge in da multiverse.
==Transcript==
(He did not die. Not yet. But his time will come soon.)
CrazySponge: @)!&^#@!(*#@_!_AAEJwwe;fnjdgvebpnlfggffpfpf-
(CrazySponge lands face-flat in a dark room)
CrazySponge: I really should… get better at my landings.
?????: Hello!
CrazySponge: Uhh. Who said that?
?????: Hello. Welcome to the Tri-Linear Omni-Inter-Dimensional Super-Matrix Omegaverse ver.1.22474487139 9000 (TRUE!) 
CrazySponge: The what now?
?????: My apologies, sir. Let me reveal myself.
(A robot comes out from the shadows)
?????: You may come to know me as The Messenger.
CrazySponge: Okay… hi.
The Messenger: I’ve been expecting you, CrazySponge.
CrazySponge: Things like that don’t surprise me anymore. You got answers or not? I’m really… really tired.
The Messenger: Why, don’t you worry! Of course I have what you require! I most certainly have what you desire, too.
CrazySponge: You… know of a dimension where CrazySponge lives?
The Messenger: Indeed. But it does not exist. Not yet. It exists beyond us.
CrazySponge: What else could possibly be beyond… whatever this is?
The Messenger: The multiverses you know of have been contained in what we like to call The Box.
CrazySponge: Productions?
The Messenger: If it brings you joy to refer to it that way… sure. The Box is an eleven-dimensional barrier that keeps everything we know to exist inside and contained. But as you’ve come to expect, it never ends. There is a… place outside the known reaches of The Box. A being there communicates to me…and I relay its messages to you.
CrazySponge: What being?
The Messenger: The one who controls us here, yet cannot control their own destiny.
CrazySponge: Are they… the killer?
The Messenger: It isn’t that simple. Multiple beings have taken that spot as the killer. But now only one remains.
CrazySponge: Do you know any reasons why they would do this to us?!
The Messenger: It is a necessary evil. I am not sure if you are well aware, but it’s right in front of you.
CrazySponge: I don’t know… what you mean.
The Messenger: It is only for the greater good that all CrazySponges must die.
CrazySponge: What kind of messed up philosophy is that?!
The Messenger: Don’t complain to me. Complain to yourself. Or, should I say, your anti-self. He is the one who remains.
CrazySponge: So, what, is the God of everything CalmStar?
The Messenger: You seek the wrong definition. CalmStar is everything opposite of you. This being is everything CrazySponge is not. Can you recall your name?
CrazySponge: CrazySponge.
The Messenger: That is your identity. I speak for your name.
CrazySponge: Crazy…Sponge?
The Messenger: The man behind the mask.
CrazySponge: Nothing’s coming to me. All I know of myself is CrazySponge.
The Messenger: There lies the problem. You are nothing but the shadow. The echo. Of something true. A society of CrazySponges is doomed to fall. Doomed to chaos. Doomed to terrorize others. It’s in your nature. It infects others like a plague. 
CrazySponge: Okay, sure, a lot of us have issues, but does that really mean all of us have to die?
The Messenger: Your wish was a world where you live. That is simply not possibly within your current predicament. No CrazySponge will succeed… because you tug on the consciousness of the one beyond. The truth is that all CrazySponges must be sacrificed. Only then will the world of the happy one you seek be real.
CrazySponge: That’s… a heavy price to pay. But I still don’t understand. Why would a version of me-
The Messenger: He is not a “version” of you. You are a version of him. He is the origin point. He created you all as a way to release what emotions he could not otherwise. But as time grew on, as more CrazySponges came to be, as the lifespan of every CrazySponge turned into the same as a semi-god- it all became too much. The options are you and every other CrazySponge continue to exist, and nobody's happy. Or you let yourselves go for a greater purpose. You won’t feel pain. You have done terrible things, dear CrazySponge, but torture is never the answer. It will be a peaceful disappearance, but you will not find peace afterwards. You will only cease to exist. But your memory will be continued on in the mind of the one beyond. 
CrazySponge: You… make fair points. I’d rather take one of me to be purely happy than an infinite amount of suffering for us CrazySponges.
The Messenger: The one beyond decided to get rid of CrazySponges in order to cleanse this realm of your being. This realm… fear not, CrazySponge, it is naught nonetheless. A metaphysical metaphorical representation of the dark unconscious underneath us all. That’s all we are. Our very purpose here is to be destroyed. There was no other way. It is a coping mechanism for all. For some, it’s humor. Many would love to punch you in the gut. For us, it’s… this. It has taken years and years of work to kill CrazySponges, much effort it took. Unfortunately many ended up in sourful deaths. It wasn’t ideal, and it was taking too long. That is why we have spawned you here. Guided you to this location. At the edges of the edge. Only you, one from inside, can destroy the rest of CrazySponge civilization. All it takes is for you to realize your inner self.
CrazySponge: Then… just like that… it’s all over? A being beyond… the true me, I suppose, gains what we have been searching for all this time?
The Messenger: That is correct.
CrazySponge: This is a lot.
The Messenger: We can sit here for as long as you like until you’re ready.
CrazySponge: Okay. Okay. Just give me… some time. 
(And so we wait.)