But Nobody Knows

This is the 51st episode of Hoopla's Fantastic Beach, and the 12th episode of season 4. It is the season 4 finale.
==Transcript==
(The episode starts with flickering static)
Doclement: It’s been awhile…my form is shifting…I feel my insides steadily morphing…I don’t know where He has gone…ran off somewhere…probably for the best. They call me a madman- I fear they’re right. For the good of everyone…I shall stay locked up in my bunker indefinitely. I will only come out when the time is right for my help once again. But that won’t be for a long time. Let the world forget me as I wait…
(The recording stops. Cut to night. Hoopla is stargazing in front of his house.)
Hoopla: Damn, this is nice. Just me, myself, and the stars.
(The stars twinkle endlessly. A world beyond…patiently waiting for a chance to be explored.)
Hoopla: I can only begin to ponder what’s possibly out there. I mean…I suppose there’s the Oobglo- what’s left of them, at least. Beyond that there’s the limitless multiverse…but it doesn’t feel as expansive as this universe’s space. Sometimes something with limits feels greater than something without. Ain’t that strange. I know I’ve seen way too much of the strange out there. I’m sure there’s a decently OK explanation out there…somewhere.
(The waves crash on the beach as the moonlight shines down.)
Hoopla: (yawn) That’s enough thinking for tonight. I better get some rest…
(Suddenly…an earthquake?)
Hoopla: W-woah! Is that an earthquake? 
(Hoopla goes inside and holds onto something)
Hoopla: Please save me, wall…
(The earthquake doesn’t stop)
Hoopla: Okay…this is way too long. I better see what’s causing this before I puke. Thank you for your services, wall.
Wall: You’re welcome.
(Hoopla peeks back outside and sees the sand in front of his house moving in a vortex-like way.)
Hoopla: OKAY! THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT NORMAL NOW!
(The sand vortex grows into a dark shadowy vortex, before slowing down and uncovering a large stone slab, which is pulled back to reveal a stairway downwards.)
Hoopla: There’s been a secret staircase beneath this house this whole time?! Cool! Now I’ll have more shelving space. I could put my Lego Oobglo mothership down here!
(Hoopla walks over to the stairs, looking down into them. It’s made out of old, yellow stone. Faintly-lit torches hang on the walls. He can’t tell how deep the stairs go.)
Hoopla: Heh, heh. Yeah…more shelving space. That’s…(gulp) ...maybe this isn’t the time for jokes.
(Hoopla slowly makes his descent down the steps, taking each stride on his tippy-toes, nervously walking deeper and deeper.)
Hoopla: What was that vortex? Should I really go down here alone…maybe I should go get Simon…
(Hoopla looks up and cannot see the entrance anymore.)
Hoopla: Geez…guess I’m stuck here.
(Hoopla looks around the place and sees an entrance to a temple building)
Hoopla: What the…? A temple? Under my house?!
(Hoopla walks around the place. He can’t tell how old it is. There are ancient carvings in the wall, but he doesn’t understand what they mean. After walking through the hallway, he stumbles upon an entrance. Text is engraved on a podium.)
Hoopla: This has gotta be important. Hopefully I’ll provide some answers to what’s going on here.
(Hoopla starts reading it out loud.)
The ^#!&%$^( always grows.
It always occurs(&^%^$%&
The (&^%$^&( may fall.
One from the Bottom shall save all…
Hoopla: BRUH. Well. What the hell am I supposed to do with this?! Some temple. Why are there censored words? And why does it look like they’re…moving?!
(The censored words start to decipher themselves. Above, a title is revealed: “THE PROPHECY”.)
Hoopla: The…prophecy? The one? The one that Iris and the others informed me about? What’s it doing here?! And what does it say about the future…and me?
(Hoopla starts reading it again, this time with it being uncensored.)
The Unstableness always grows.
It always occurs But Nobody Knows.
The Binary System may fall.
One from the Bottom shall save all…
Hoopla: Unstableness? Nobody knows what? BINARY SYSTEM?! As far as I’m concerned we only have one sun. I suppose one from the Bottom is me…but…I don’t live in Bikini Bottom anymore. This is all strange. Unless…it means Rock Bottom? But then it couldn’t be me. (Hoopla shakes his head.) Maybe…maybe I just fell asleep stargazing and this is just a weird dream. But yet… (Hoopla looks at his hands and squeezes them) …it’s all real. Maybe this is one of those lucid dreams. Yeah! I can do whatever I want! I can fly!
(Hoopla jumps up, attempting to fly, and falls flat on his face.)
Hoopla: Okay that hurt, this is definitely not a dream.
(Hoopla looks at what’s on top of the podium. It’s a large orb. Hoopla shrugs and walks forward.)
Hoopla: (coughs) It’s so dusty. I don’t know when was the last time anyone was here- or even WHY anyone would come here.
(Hoopla looks from side to side to see if anyone has followed him)
Hoopla: (shrugs) Welp, why shouldn’t I at this point?
(Hoopla walks into the temple, and the entrance slowly opens up for him. He enters after it opens, and sees a meeting occurring)
Hoopla: Uhh…. hi?
(Everyone looks directly at Hoopla, making him uncomfortable)
Jared: We’ve been ratted out boys, the jig is up.
Hoopla: What jig? Wait, this is… Simon’s charity?
Jared: We are a charity, yes.
Hoopla: I didn’t realize you were all based in a temple underneath my house. You could have just told me, you know.
(Simon walks out of another door)
Simon: Okay everyone, for today’s bonus secret charity meeting we- HUH?!
Hoopla: Oh hey Simon.
Simon: HUH
Hoopla: Hi.
Simon: Hoopla…how did you even get here? You barely attend my normal charity meetings.
Hoopla: The entrance randomly appeared in front of my house.
Simon: I have no idea how-
Hoopla: It’s fine. A bunch of weird stuff always happens to me, not your fault. So, this is where you hold those cool meetings for members who donate more, eh?
Simon: Yep. You know, I wanted to get around to showing this to you…eventually.
Hoopla: I was worried for a second some creepy monsters would chase after me. It is a creepy temple, after all. But hey, now I get it. It’s just cool scenery.
Simon: Uhh…thanks.
Hoopla: Is the rent here cheaper or something or is it a-
Simon: It’s…it’s just a nice place that works for what we’re doing.
Hoopla: How in the world did you guys even find this place? Or build it?
Simon: Well…I mean…long story-
Hoopla: Oh, if it’s too long that’s okay, you are in the middle of a meeting. I do have one quick question though- what’s the difference between your normal meetings and this?
Simon: It’s a…little weird. I don’t know if you’re gonna like it. I don’t even know much about your feelings on the subject.
Hoopla: I’m sure I’ve seen far weirder in the dimensions I’ve traveled. Give it to me.
Simon: It’s just…I- I’m not sure you’ll approve.
Hoopla: …Simon, you’re my friend. There’s nothing you could tell me that could make me value our friendship any less.
Simon: Alright. (gulps while adjusting his tie) Here, me and my members, we uh, follow a small…religion? Just a- small- y’know, religious gathering. Promoting joy and serenity. Stuff uhm…like that. I don’t know if you really are into that or anything- And hey, if you’re not, and you’re creeped out, that’s all fine-
Hoopla: Simon. Simon. Shush, please. Calm. It’s all good. I don’t care about whatever you believe in. If it makes you happy, then it’s fine by me and I cannot change that. Can you tell me what it’s all about? Like, what are you worshiping? If anything, I’m intrigued.
Simon: Umm…I gotta…finish this meeting. I can tell you somewhat later. Just return to your home, okay?
Hoopla: Sure. Whatever you say.
(Hoopla walks out into another room, looking around) 
Hoopla: Weirdo. Now, er, where were those stairs again?
(Hoopla, after looking around, isn’t able to find the stairs, but he does notice the bathroom.)
Hoopla: Ooh! Temple bathroom! I gotta check out those specially-themed sinks and toilets.
(Cut to Hoopla inside the bathroom; the toilet is a hole in the floor and the sink is full of dirty water.)
Hoopla: …I suppose that is indeed what an ancient bathroom would look like. May as well see what’s in the hole.
(Hoopla walks over to the hole- it leads down to a lower level. There is, however, a fairly large puddle on the ground.)
Hoopla: Eww. Hey, why is there a lower level? Unless it’s just the sewage system. But I don’t see any pipes. Considering there’s also the...puddle. Do I dare follow my curiosity…? Well you know what they say: Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back. People keep forgetting that last part. I wonder why. I guess people also say…YOLO!
(Hoopla jumps down the hole and just barely misses the puddle. Unfortunately, he does end up smacking his face onto the hard floor.)
Hoopla: Welp. That’s what I get for using “YOLO”.
(Hoopla looks around some more. It’s a lot darker.)
Hoopla: Some real dedication to the whole aesthetic, I must say.
(Hoopla starts his slow walk through the seemingly endless, claustrophobic hallways. With each step a loud thump echoes around him. The hallways are barren besides having ancient paintings on the walls. The art shows waves crashing, magic coming from shells, figures in the clouds, and dolphins emerging from triangles.)
Hoopla: (sniffing the art) That’s old alright. So that means this is a real temple…and that prophecy is real. Well, Simon is just repurposing it because it looks cool. Just as long he doesn’t break any artifacts.
(Hoopla bumps into a painting and it smashes on the floor.)
Hoopla: …shoot.
(Hoopla then sees a room up ahead, and intrigued, he walks over to it)
Hoopla: Another room? Surely this can’t be another temple, right?
(Hoopla enters the room and only sees a balcony.)
Hoopla: Oh this is worthless. It’s only a stupid balcony. Who the hell designed this place? It’s probably really dangerous if somebody falls off.
(Suddenly, the torches on the walls light up. Hoopla now realizes he is in the main hub of the temple.)
Hoopla: Ohh, that makes more sense now.
(In the distance, Hoopla can faintly hear people talking about something. He looks up a bit higher and sees a window; he sees members of the Oopla-Tribe through the window)
Hoopla: The… Oopla-Tribe? What are THEY doing here? I didn’t know they were part of this religion too. Although I guess it makes a bit of sense now that I think about it.
(The torches on the wall glow brighter and become different shades of orange, blue, and red. A bunch of people in the shadows can be slightly seen.)
Hoopla: A performance, eh? Maybe it’s like Star Wars! I may as well…watch…
(Hoopla moves closer to the balcony railing as he watches the Oopla-Tribe rise up and walk down some stairs. This time, each step is barely heard.)
Oopla-Tribe: Oopla-Doopla, doopla-de-doo…
Shhh.
Oopla-Tribe: Um…let’s start over. Oopla-Doo…
Shhhh.
(Wind echoes through the chambers.)
Oopla-Tribe: Are we not here for…
In phases you will move. Shh.
(Hoopla starts to take a step back. Meanwhile, Simon comes out of a door. All the members in hoods cheer.)
Simon: Alright. (deep breath) Greater good. That’s the goal. The eventual happiness outways…it outways…the suffering…no. There is no suffering. Peace…they all will find peace.
(Loud drums are heard playing within the walls.)
Simon: Oh. Starlight. Star bright. Let us arise. Reborn, newborn. Nothing else shall suffice.
(The center of the chamber starts shaking. The members start chanting.)
Hoopla: This…is this still…acting? Or is it more…no, no. Just sit tight Hoopla. It’ll all be-
(RUMBLING. A giant blue orb of mystical energy rises up from the ground, sending a shockwave everywhere.)
Hoopla: Woah! Holy Hoopla!
Simon: Here we are…the Ocean Core. Shine on us, Neptune.
(Silence, only for a moment.)
Simon: (gulp) Is…is it finally time?
Yes. Everything has fallen into place. The next phase begins…
Simon: Okay…but remember…I lead here. This is my duty.
(The Oopla-Tribe walks up, staring at the “Ocean Core”.)
Oopla-Tribe: Ooh…ah…woah…
Simon: Please…please stand back everyone. Remember…I always…will…you are always loved. Even beyond.
Members: PRO-PHE-CY. PRO-PHE-CY. PRO-PHE-CY.
Simon: Ahem. It always grows…it always occurs…the…may fall…one from the bottom shall save all. For years we have pondered…questioned what is being censored from us. Why can we not see the full prophecy? Are we not deserving? Unwelcomed? What have we done wrong? These questions have plagued us forever…but there is no fear here. We are on the exact right track. Our path is to prove we are worthy. We are smart enough…we don’t need all of it filled in. We can save all. Together. So…we start where it asks. One from the bottom.
Oopla-Tribe…please come closer.
(The Oopla-Tribe comes close to the Ocean Core.)
Simon: We believe that these are the ones from the bottom they speak of. There are many reasons why we believe this, but the most important one is that they were the original protectors of Neptune. They have the greatest chance of being able to reach out to the core…and save all.
Oopla-Tribe: Oh yeah! Let’s do this!
Simon: …
Oopla-Tribe: How, uh, are we doing this?
Simon: You all…submit your will and essence to the cause…correct?
Oopla-Tribe: Yep!
Simon: Then…it shall be done.
Please…Aoopla to the stand. We shall go one by one.
(Aoopla walks out from the crowd and stands next to Simon.)
Simon: You will be the first of…many. Hopefully you can reach out first. Please…touch the Ocean Core. Speak.
Aoopla: Okay, whatever, sure.
(Aoopla walks up to the Ocean Core and touches it…he suddenly has a shocked expression on his face, but it fades away as he collapses to the floor.)
Members: (cheering)
Braindead.
Simon: (trying to steady his glasses) One…down. We must test all. (pointing to each member of the Oopla-Tribe) Each and every single one of you.
Oopla-Tribe: Hey…uh…what’s going on with Aoopla?
Simon: It’s fine. Just exhaustion. Please…carry on.
(Another member of the Oopla-Tribe walks up. Back to Hoopla, he turns away and falls on the floor.)
Hoopla: God, god, god god god. What…oh my…have I witnessed? He’s…he’s…oh, Simon, what have you gotten yourself into? (sighs with exhaustion)
(Oopla-Tribe members keep going up to the Ocean Core.)
Braindead.
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Braindead.
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Braindead.
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Braindead. Braindead. Braindead. Braindead. Braindead. Braindead. 
Hoopla: It’s not real…no, no. This is not, this is not… it’s all in your head, Hoopla. A hallucination. Yeah, that’s what it is. Maybe this is just a really bad dream. 
(Hoopla violently pinches himself)
Hoopla: YOUCH! Why did I do that? (he rubs where he pinched himself) So this is real… this isn’t a religion…it’s a secret society of maniacs. This is a cult. (looking at Simon) I know…you’re in there Simon. Alpooh may have been right about you having a secret cult or whatever he said…but you’re not evil. Doesn’t matter if you’re the leader of this place. I’ve seen you. I’ve known you. You are still here…and I can tell you know it.
(Simon is silently shaking, adjusting his glasses and tie.)
Hoopla: You’re real, Simon.
(The last person left in the Oopla-Tribe walks up.)
Poopla: Ayo guys, it’s me, ya boy Poop-
SHH.
Poopla: Er, okay. 
Simon: Poop…god, just, walk up there.
Hoopla: POOPLA?! YOU HAVE JUST…GOT TO BE MESSING WITH ME! ARGH!
(Poopla walks up to the core and touches it. This time, he seems to be alright.)
Simon: (sigh of relief)
Poopla: Oh poop…it’s beautiful.
Hoopla: No…DON’T LOOK POOPLA! NO! Oh, why do I even try?
Poopla: Ahh. Aha. Ahaahaha. AH…AH..AHHH!!!!
(Poopla’s eyes wide as his face begins to melt, all of his body falling off of him as it goes down to his skeleton, where it then turns to dust.)
All gone.
Hoopla: NO!!!!
(Hoopla leaps over the balcony and makes a perfect landing. He runs over the cult members in super-sonic speed and gives a mighty slap to Simon.)
Hoopla: WHY?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THEM?!
Simon: WH- HOOPLA?! How did you even get in here?!
Hoopla: There was a balcony.
Simon: Right, we really should’ve fixed that by now. That’ll be on our priorities now.
Hoopla: SHUT THE HELL UP! SHUT! SHH! POOPLA’S FACE HAS MELTED! THE ENTIRE OOPLA-TRIBE…MY SPECIES…MY ANCESTORS…THEY’RE ALL DEAD! YOU’VE OBLITERATED THEIR SOCIETY! KILLED THEM ALL! TRICKED THEM! I thought maybe…just y’know, maybe you’re still in there somewhere. The REAL Simon. The one I, HOOPLA, know. Not…THIS! What stands before me?!
Simon: Wait, wait, wait, please, Hoopla, I didn’t want this, PLEASE!
Hoopla: What do you mean?!
Simon: It’s for the greater good. (crying) Plead… I plead… I beg. I don’t know…the gods won’t let me in. But my efforts will let others rise above. It’s just for the best of all life. Please…I don’t know anymore, let me rot or anything, but let the others rise to the stars!
Hoopla: What.
Simon: My religion…we want to ascend. We believe there’s a higher plane of existence. There’s something greater waiting for us in the heavens. We just need to bypass the gate. We want to become a child of the stars…reborn…a newborn again. And then…we…shall…have…peace.
Hoopla: Simon, this isn't healthy. This isn’t a religion, this is a cult! (stuttering) Y-y-you’re a murderer!
Simon: It’s the only way, please believe me. It’s the only way we can all be happy.
Hoopla: Aren’t you already happy here? Why…why?!
Simon: Life can never be content. I’ve realized that. I’ve made the world too perfect. There’s no motivation any longer. Our mortal forms can’t process true peace. But maybe…just maybe…higher forms can.
Hoopla: (eye twitching) What…
Simon: I didn’t want to do what I did today. I don’t deserve to go with the rest of them. I deserve to remain below. And below that. A place where it can be darker than dark. (heavy sigh) It was just a means to an end. Terrible…oh so terrible means. …For a brighter future.
Hoopla: I know I said I don’t disrespect religions…but…how…how do I defend this.
Simon: I get it. Please. Leave me behind to suffer.
Hoopla: I-I…I trusted you.
Simon: …I know, I really do. I…I’m sorry.
Hoopla: …are you though?
:)
Hoopla: What was that?
Do not worry, Lord Simon. There is nothing to fear. The gods will accept you too. They appreciate your sacrifices today. Delighted, even. It refills their hunger.
Hoopla: Who’s…talking. It’s the voice who kept saying “braindead”. Who are you?
(Hoopla looks around him…shadows surround.)
(The voice comes out from the shadows. It’s an old, creepy, non-anthropomorphic octopus. They’re dark red and purple, filled with very saggy, yet soulless, continuously staring eyes. They have a small white beard as well. They wear an old and rugged white cape and hold a shell-designed staff with a glowing red orb on top. They start to slowly move on the floor with their tentacles, before tiny robotic points on their tentacles light up and allow him to move instantly over to Hoopla, scaring him. But he still looks old and crippled.)
Hoopla: Who…WHAT the HELL are YOU?!
???: I…am…TIM.
Hoopla: …T-Tim?
Simon: Hoopla… (gulp) This is my assistant…TIM.
TIM: You are correct, Lord. (right in Hoopla’s face) Hello…Hoopla Oopla.
Hoopla: Nope.
(Hoopla turns around to run away, but TIM freezes him in place with his magic staff.)
TIM: Please, stay. You are invited. Don’t be rude to your…guests.
Hoopla: …How am I invited but everyone is my guest?
TIM: Oh, Hoopla, so naive. You’re awfully good at that.
Hoopla: Awfully…good?
TIM: Speak in a better tone, will you? Have some joyful sadness, will you?
Hoopla: You’re not making sense, TIM. Stop speaking in oxymorons! What does TIM mean anyway? What kind of a name is that?!
TIM: It is no name. I have no such name. It is a title. Let me introduce myself as- THE IMMORTAL MORTAL.
Hoopla: The Immortal…Mortal?! That’s an oxymoron too! Dumbass!
TIM: (quietly laughs) Do you not…understand? Oh, of course. How expected of you, Hoopla. So predictable.
Hoopla: But people say I’m…unpredictable.
(Simon steps back into the shadows.)
TIM: Let me explain…I, TIM, am the protector of this temple. Protector of the Ocean Core.
Hoopla: (looking behind him) That thing. I don’t know what that is…
TIM: I am immortal. But not in the same way as a God. Those gods can comprehend their immortality, they have the mental capacity. I, on the other hand, do not. I have the same brain as any old mortal. No powers inside me either…just me, my spells, and my trusty staff. Creating my crusty old self. I was awoken…and I am cursed.
Hoopla: I think you’re insane.
TIM: Isn’t that what makes life fun?!
Hoopla: I mean, I guess your name makes sense now…but it’s still contradictory, soooo-
TIM: Shhh. My boy. You will see. All life is contradictory. Built in our nature. Built in the unnatural, too. Built in what between them. Built in what does not count as either. Why give life when you give it an end? Why struggle when it all ends anyway? All pointless. The universe keeps evolving but it keeps destabilizing anyway. None of it makes sense. Do you see? 
Hoopla: I-
TIM: I’ve been here for my ENTIRE existence. I know what is going on. ONLY I know what is growing. YET NO ONE KNOWS I AM HERE. THE GODS DON’T KNOW I EXIST. I AM A GHOST! FREE TO DO WHATEVER! THEY CAN’T SENSE IT! There’s more beyond they don’t even know about! They have their limits! Limited by their gods! Who are limited by their own gods! An infinite cycle of limiting knowledge! YET ONLY I UNDERSTAND! ONLY I KNOW WHAT IS TRULY OCCURING! AND IT WILL KEEP ON OCCURRING! IT WILL CONTINUE TO GROW! AND YOU KNOW WHAT! YOU KNOW WHAT! YOU DON’T! IT NEVER ENDS…AND YET, YET! NOBODY KNOWS! NOBODY, ONLY ME! 
Hoopla: Please…stop…please (looking down) I can’t…take this…
TIM: I KNOW! AND YOU DON’T! You can’t comprehend the knowledge! It pains you everytime I mention more and more of what you shouldn’t know! What fun! Wanna feel it again! The unstableness keeps growing…(laughs) AHAHA! BUT NOBODY KNOWS! AND THEY WON'T EVER! THEY WILL JUST LET ME WIN BECAUSE THEY DON’T KNOW ABOUT ME! AND SO THE UNIVERSE DIES! (laughter) The world will go blind.
Simon: Oww…ow…please…TIM.
TIM: Yes? My Lord…what is needed?
Simon: You…you may stop. Please. It pains me too.
TIM: Oh, I know. (to Hoopla) Please, my boy, pardon my outburst. I’m passionate about…the culture and arts.
Hoopla: I don’t know what any of that was about. Why even waste time going on and on like that…it doesn’t make sense. That’s all you do. Dumb stuff that doesn’t make sense. Nonsense.
TIM: Ohoho. You dare question my reasoning. How humorous. (chuckles; deep breath) Alright. The exact amount of time has been spent here. Let us carry on.
Simon: Um, TIM, assistant…what now?
TIM: It seems to me…We still have one more Oopla to test on the Ocean Core. :)
Hoopla: NO! WAIT!
(Simon walks back into the corner.)
Hoopla: You can’t do this to me! I have a life to live! I’m too young to be sacrificed!
(TIM drags Hoopla with his magic staff closer and closer to the Ocean Core.)
TIM: Oh, my boy, don’t wallow, I request. Just listen to the direct orders. I do the same.
Hoopla: STOP! Simon! Tell him to stop, I know you’re a good person, reall-
TIM: I said, don’t wallow, listen to the direct orders.
Hoopla: No! Wait! Listen to me! I…uh… I know the full prophecy!
Simon: Hold on, what? The prophecy has words censored in it. That’s what everyone sees.
Hoopla: Yeah, I saw that at first too. But then they glitched and shifted to reveal the truth behind them.
Simon: So…you’ve read it all! TIM! We have to hear him out!
TIM: You said we don’t need the full prophecy to carry out what we are doing. I see no reason to waste time, Lord.
Simon: It must mean he’s deserving! From the gods! Please… (quietly) anything.
TIM: Oh, my Lord, I know you are above, but I assist you for a reason. I advise. I direct you onto the correct path. This is not what is ordered of us.
Simon: But-
TIM: Shh. Follow orders we must.
Simon: (solemnly) …Yes, I understand.
Hoopla: (in his head) So… it seems at least a small part of Simon is in there…interesting. I just hope he’ll be able to eventually overcome…
Simon: (to members) We…shall. Continue we shall.
Hoopla: You’re making a grave mistake. All of your previous tests…failed. How do you even know what you’re doing is true? Sure, you have this, uh, giant energy ball here, but that just proves there’s a large source of energy down here for some reason. Nothing else!
TIM: Oh, my boy, we had long theorized about other spacial dimensions. The existence of other dimensions was quite important to our beliefs being true. Other dimensions means there are higher dimensions, indeed? Ones above ours? Higher beings residing in them, perhaps? It’s only natural in the complete infinite. That’s where we want to reach. And now, my boy, now that you and your friend Doclement…Father Doc… have published highly detailed books about the existence of these other realities, and proof to back up your claims…we now have proof to back up ours. I know this will work. So shush.
Hoopla: I’ve met the gods. Well, one of them. From what I know of them, they wouldn’t ever accept you, asshole.
TIM: Heh, heh. Your childish insults cannot deter me, and you are wrong. You don’t know the full picture.
Hoopla: What are you talking about? 
TIM: Shh. That answer is not for you.
Hoopla: Stop stalling with these ridiculous sentences. You’re repeating the same confusing phrases over and over again. I bet you’re not gonna even make me touch the core. You’re just testing me. All a test. That’s all this.
TIM: Somebody’s in denial of their reality. Their realities.
(TIM makes a sudden move with his staff and starts to rapidly bring Hoopla closer to the Ocean Core.)
Hoopla: God! I just have to talk, don’t I! I’m sorry, very sorry! I didn’t really mean all that about your…uh…messages! They’re actually cool! Just let me go!
(Hoopla tries to move but is unable to- TIM just stares menacingly, no words, no emotions.)
Simon: …
Hoopla: Couldn’t you go a little slower! I don’t wanna die!
(Hoopla is brought right up to the core and blasted by all its energy. His entire body is surrounded by it. He is further into it than any other Oopla before him. Hoopla gains a massive headache and starts screaming in pain. His body twitching is seen through shadows on the wall.)
TIM: Do not resist Neptune, my boy.
Hoopla: AHHH!!! STOP!! IT!! H…H…HOOPLA!
(Hoopla lets out a massive “HOOPLA”, sending a shockwave out, pushing him down to the floor and everyone else in the room.)
Hoopla: (weak) Huff…I’m…still…alive…but how? (heavy cough) Barely…holding…on.
Simon: Huh?!
TIM: This is… interesting. 
(Scientist-like members run out from a backdoor.)
Member: Sirs! All our computers are glitching out! They’ve intercepted a massive load of incoming data! I fear they may combust!
Simon: (looking at Hoopla, down on the floor, exhausted, and then back at the members) I…what do I do? I can’t, WE can’t just, leave him down there-
TIM: QUIET! I ADVISE WE CHECK THE MAINFRAMES FOR THE GREATER SAFETY OF US AND THE FUTURE! ONE FOR THE MANY! TRUST ME, MY LORD!
Simon: …Yes, that’s… good point. Good work, assistant.
(Simon and TIM walk into the other room to check on the computers, while Hoopla slowly crawls behind.)
Hoopla: Dear Neptune, I wonder if this is what pregnancy feels like…why did I just say that…oh, what in the world is wrong with me…what’s wrong with the world?!
Member: The main wireframe is installing a package containing over dozens of zettabytes! I know we have the most advanced technology in the universe here, greater than even Father Doc’s, but I’m not too sure if it’ll contain everything.
TIM: Move away. 
(TIM blasts magic at the computer and it’s able to finish installing everything without a hitch.)
TIM: What I contain is greater than any weak and inferior technology you may come up with.
Simon: Uhh…thanks, TIM. (looking at the computer) What is it? And what’s the source?
Member: The source of the info is from…the shockwave Hoopla just produced?!
Hoopla: (quiet cough) Eh…?
Simon: What?! That’s not…
TIM: Shh. Much more is possible than you may know. Never deny the infinite amount of metaphysical possibilities, Lord.
Hoopla: That’s stupid. If we all wasted our lives worrying about the bigger picture-
TIM: Hush, simpleton. 
Member: The package contains a map…it’s…oh my god. 
TIM: Intriguing. It is what I have theorized about. I told you it was true, Lord.
Simon: I can’t believe it…it’s a map to the Other Cores. All in different places in space…you were right, TIM.
TIM: I always am. I am offended that you would question my wisdom.
Simon: The gods have more in store for us. We’re only just beginning the journey.
Hoopla: Other…Cores? Like there’s more of that “Ocean Core” thing out there? But… I don’t have a clue what a “core” even is in the first place. It just looks like a ball of nonsense energy that’s really painful. I’m…gonna really need some help…
Member: I see, Lord. But…what about this “Hoopla”? This info came from him…subconsciously, I assume.
TIM: Hm… intellectually there is much left to be desired but nonetheless… Hoopla is the one.
Hoopla: Yeah, OBVIOUSLY! I’m the best.
Simon: What do you advise now?
TIM: We will rise.
(TIM raises his magic staff and starts making everyone float. The ground starts shaking once again. The roof of the temple opens up, showing the night sky above. TIM floats through the hole in the roof and summons more magical energy.)
Hoopla: What is going on?!
(TIM curls his tentacles up, the gray and diluted undersides of them being seen, along with the weak suctions. Red light starts coursing through his veins. He aims his staff at Hoopla, and raises him up to where he is.)
Hoopla: Oh geez! Too high up!
(Hoopla is face-to-face with TIM, staring into his infinite eyes. It’s like the opposite of staring into the center of Iris. Instead of a powerful life force in an infinite void, here the void is all that there is.)
Hoopla: …Who…are…you?
(TIM’s white beard moves out of the way, showing his dead smile. No teeth, just an empty husk of a mouth.)
Hoopla: (screaming)
(TIM blasts Hoopla all the way down back onto the surface of the beach, with him miraculously surviving the fall.)
Hoopla: At least…I’m out of that hellhole. Safe…back on the beach.
(TIM once again raises his staff and with a powerful force, suddenly and violently rips the entire temple out of the ground, floating it in midair above the ocean. It’s essentially larger than the Oobglo mothership.)
Hoopla: OH MY GOODNESS!
(Lights turn on in houses and buildings all throughout the island. People walk outside, stunned at what they’re seeing. People are screaming. Crying. Praising.)
TIM: Everyone…everyone. Would you like to hear a lullaby?
(Silence. Then, without warning, TIM sends a powerful magic shockwave across the entire island with a loud, dangerous, sharp sound.)
TIM: Ahem.
(Members of the cult surround the temple, floating in air as well. They start playing drums and violent music. Subliminal messages start being sent into the minds of all residents.)
TIM: (pause- his eyes light up, and TIM starts spinning in place, tentacles stretched all the way out, as TIM starts to chant an ancient incantation) Ooo. Aee, Ee, Ooh. Uh, uh Uh. Ooh ooe, ooe, Eud, ee ee, ooh. Dwah Dwee Dwah-dwah dee dee doo. Ooo Ah Ah Ou. Wah Wee Woo. Dwoi Dwah Dway E-e E-ooh.
(The members all clash their drums and play off-beat music with ancient instruments. It all builds up to the final message.)
TIM: Dwyh Dwee Dwah Ooe Ah Eu Ooh.
(Loud trumpets are played in the background as everyone on the island passes out. Except…Hoopla.)
Hoopla: What did I just witness…
(Hoopla walks into town, everyone is on the floor- still breathing, but unmoving. It’s eerie and dark.)
Hoopla: Hey! Are you guys okay!?
(No response.)
Hoopla: Why…am I okay?
(Everyone jolts up.)
Hoopla: Oh thank god. You guys are fine. I was worried-
Citizen: Hey Hoopla, you part of the religion?
Hoopla: -What.
Citizen 2: Are you preparing to become a child of the stars too?
Citizen 3: Hoopla, you must be excited for the discovery of the Other Cores.
Hoopla: How- HOW DO YOU GUYS KNOW ABOUT THIS?! And why are you supporting them?!
Citizen 4: Everyone supports them. We all love them.
Citizen 5: Hail TIM, The Immortal Mortal.
Everyone: HAIL TIM, THE IMMORTAL MORTAL.
Hoopla: (stressed) WHAT?!
Citizen 6: Hail Simon, our Lord!
Everyone: HAIL SIMON, OUR LORD!
Hoopla: NO! STOP!
Citizen 7: Praise the gods! We will join them soon!
Everyone: PRAISE THE GODS! WE WILL JOIN THEM SOON! RISE TO THE HEAVENS! BECOME ONE WITH THE STARS! REBORN, A NEWBORN!
(Everyone starts surrounding Hoopla.)
Hoopla: (freaking out) HOLY HOOPLA!!
Everyone: BLESS FATHER DOCLEMENT, FOR HE GAVE US LIFE!
(Everyone cheers)
Hoopla: DOC?! WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO WITH…THIS?!
(Hoopla pushes through the crowd to run away.)
Hoopla: Why do they all believe this?!
(Hoopla sees his friends: Boopla, Carl, Tony, and his parents.)
Hoopla: Oh thank god. I’m safe-
Boopla: Yo, Hoopla, I’m working on a song about hailing Lord Simon and TIM. Wanna help work on it?
Hoopla: …
Carl: Hey Hoop! I think we should all come together in support of the gods! Don’t you agree, fellow member Hoopla?
Tony: Tony like Simon.
Zoopla & Woopla: Son! We finally both agreed on something! To hail Lord Simon! Join us!
Everyone: JOIN US ALL!
Hoopla: NO!!! EVERYONE!!! STOP!!!
(Hoopla runs through a backway corner in order to escape, but he bumps into Alpooh.)
Hoopla: ALPOOH?! DON’T GIVE ME CRAZY TALK ABOUT THE GODS!
Alpooh: The what?
Hoopla: Wait…you know, Simon, TIM?
Alpooh: What kind of stupid name is Tim? Are you finally believing in my theory that Simon is evil? I mean, kind of in a rough spot now, everyone is going insane with “hailing Simon”. Just as I predicted, however!
Hoopla: Wait, wait, wait. You’re not…hypnotized? Like the rest of them?
Alpooh: Hypnotized? Those guys aren’t hypnotized, as someone who’s studied the art of it I can tell you they are not hypnotized. They still have their free will, their original personalities. Just seems that somehow they all believe in…whatever is going on. I’m only out here because that loud song or whatever woke me up!
Hoopla: But how are you not affected?!
Alpooh: I would ask the same about you but you’re such a weirdo at this point weird stuff is just bound to be attracted to you. Now let's not waste anymore time and get the hell out!
Hoopla: Where?! There’s nowhere to run…the entire island is controlled!
Alpooh: Except one. C’mon! Into the forest we go!
(Alpooh grabs Hoopla by the arm and drags him into the forest.)
Hoopla: Ack! Not again!
(Cut to Simon peering out a window inside the floating temple.)
Simon: Ahem. It has to be done. (trying not to cry) They’ll be alright. They just don’t get it.
(Simon takes his cult robe out of the closet, it’s purple/blue and filled with yellow stars)
Simon: I’m not too sure what TIM is up to…but he addresses me as Lord…so I should be relatively safe. (sigh) Gotta prepare for the journey to space. Follow the direct orders. For the future…for Buzzkini Bottom.
(Simon looks up into the sky, seemingly fascinated but hypnotized by the stars.)
Simon: We’ll get there soon enough.
(Cut back to Hoopla and Alpooh inside the forest, where they come upon Doclement’s bunker.)
Hoopla: Doc’s bunker?! But…all those people out there were calling him “Father Doclement”... whatever the hell that means. He’s gotta be part of this somehow! I have so much to process… Simon… TIM… cores… the deaths of my kind…
Alpooh: …Trust me, he’s the only one who knows what’s really going on. No other way. He can explain it all.
(Alpooh reaches out his hand to Hoopla.)
Hoopla: (hesitant) I…don’t know…
Alpooh: I may think you’re weird still, but that doesn’t mean I hate you. We need to put aside past grudges and start anew. A new beginning. A greater future.
Hoopla: You’re sounding a lot like Simon…
Alpooh: Well hey, he’s the one who stole all my philosophies and tactics when I was a villain! I can’t believe it. I’m never gonna get over that.
Hoopla: (gulp) I guess there’s no other way…
(Hoopla takes Alpooh’s hand and they enter the bunker.)
Hoopla: Man, I really wish Iris and Bloxyl could hear me now…I need their help…
(Cut to the Lab of Dimensions. Iris is studying the prophecy on the board. It’s partly censored for him too!)
Iris: Okay, it’s gotta be over now, right? I mean, this is clearly referring to the Shadow Monster. That’s what the prophecy was about, surely. But why can’t I still figure it out…and why can I still not see the full thing?
Bloxyl: (coming in, drinking coffee) You’re still obsessing over that wall of text? Cool down already.
Iris: As guardians of the multiverse, I just…have to be prepared. Gotta keep double-checking.
Bloxyl: Whatever you say…
(Bloxyl walks over to Trixyl and Cirxyl.)
Bloxyl: Hey guys, work is going well?
Trixyl: Preceding as usual as it always has.
Bloxyl: How’s uh, Hoopla doing?
Cirxyl: Oh, you know, he found a cult and his life is in shambles.
Bloxyl: WHAT?!
Trixyl: Don’t act so surprised, anything’s possible.
Bloxyl: I guess…but it’s really strange! Man, everything was going so good for the little guy. Such a shame. Is there anything else to it?
Cirxyl: (looking on a datapad) Uh…
(The screen is perfectly normal, showing data of what occurred to Hoopla. Except…something’s missing. The Ocean Core. TIM. Their data is glitched, essentially nonexistent. For some reason, they don't know the cores and TIM exist. They don’t know anything is wrong. The universe is at stake but nobody knows. They’re not coming to help.)
Cirxyl: Oh, wait, there’s a speck on my screen. 
Trixyl: Everything looks normal to me.
Bloxyl: Darn.
Trixyl: Remember, we cannot ever interfere with their matters. Only when the universe is at stake.
Bloxyl: (sigh) I know, I know.
(Bloxyl walks away while Trixyl and Cirxyl face each other.)
Trixyl: It has occurred as foreseen.
Cirxyl: Right. The storm has arrived.
Trixyl: His next challenge has arrived.
Cirxyl: There is more than he knows.
Trixyl: We recognize there’s more that even we don’t know…
Cirxyl: Yet we cannot discover what that information is. We do not know why the storm has come for him now, just that it has.
Trixyl: It’s in the fate of free will now.
Cirxyl: We must continue as stated. Must not interfere.
Trixyl: Continue as told. Follow… the Direct Orders.
(To be continued… and eventually concluded in Season 5!)
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