The Death of CrazySponge

The Death of CrazySponge is the ninth episode of Season Five of CrazySponge Died: The Series. It is the last part in CrazySponge's multiverse saga, previously consisting of Crazysponge in da multiverse, Crazysponge beyond da omniverse, and Crazysponge in da Tri-Linear Omni-Inter-Dimensional Super-Matrix Omegaverse ver.1.22474487139 9000 (TRUE!). As this is a finale to the miniseries, it will not make complete sense unless previous parts are written. This is CrazySponge's last episode for CrazySponge Died.
==Transcript==
In the beginning, there was nothing.
And, as the story goes, in time that nothing transformed into…something.
But not everyone was so lucky. For as large as the expanding universe grew, there still remained an infinite amount of empty space. An unknowable amount of infinite lives never to exist, as the universe would cease to exist before its expansion ever completely filled the hole it resided in. 
Would it forever be hopeless for these lost souls? Waiting for a host that will never arrive? 
That is what it seemed. Until he came along. Until she came along. Until they came along. Until it came along.
Not a singular being, but a collective. The will to fix this problem. The power to create the universes needed.
Those who contributed knew they would get naught in return. There would be no true contact between universes. They might not even know if their creations were truly out there. And yet, they worked tirelessly anyway.
An interesting experiment.
Then one day. It happened. The combination of a billion insignificant decisions and movements. Something that, in most universes, wouldn’t ever happen. And perhaps shouldn’t have. 
They are the origin point. 
Witness the Birth of CrazySponge.
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(It is before anything. A year negative infinitely before our own. Nothing should be here. But the will is too strong. The hope of creation. It is soon to turn into the despair of destruction.)
Prime CrazySponge: …Hello?
(He is alone.)
Prime CrazySponge: What am I? …Am I a… sponge? I don’t… look like one. I don’t look like anything. Am I… crazy? I don’t feel crazy. I don’t feel anything. I’m not anyone.
Voice: Greetings CrazySponge.
Prime CrazySponge: Who are you? Where are we? I’m scared.
Voice: I am nothing but an extension of you. Or, you are an extension of me. Not yet, however. Soon. Now you are nothing but a figment. A symbol. A codename. In time you will transform. You will be my look-a-like. The first me. My prime form. What appearance you will obtain shall change throughout the ages. Sometimes you will be human. Sometimes you will be a fish. But you will always have red glasses.
Prime CrazySponge: What does my name mean?
Voice: I do not understand myself. Others do not understand me. There are feelings I do not understand. The only thing I can think of to represent such a thing… is insanity. You will be the one to guide me through them. Through the creation of universes. Through anonymity. You will run the multiversal gateway from which all other parts of me spawn. Where our creations will live.
Prime CrazySponge: Why are you doing this?
Voice: I am alone. Things are changing. This is all I have. It’s just me and our minds. 
Prime CrazySponge: Will there be anyone else?
Voice: I do not yet understand them. I wish to learn their ways. Their method of communication. I want to grow, and I am not one to wait. I can only presume it will be a symbiotic beneficial relationship.
Prime CrazySponge: Please tell me where we are.
Voice: We are before everything. At least, before everything in our universe occurs. Here, take this dot.
(The Voice hands Prime CrazySponge a shining ball.)
Voice: That is the singularity. It will talk to you, and you can do the same with it. Eventually, it will implode and create our universe. 
Prime CrazySponge: But I don’t know what to make.
Voice: Worry not. As you will travel throughout the ages until modern day, that should give you enough time for all my memories to transfer over to you. You will be known as a semi-god to others.
Prime CrazySponge: A semi-god…
Voice: Once you reach your destination, then you will have the power to make the multiversal gateway. I will communicate via a Messenger. 
Prime CrazySponge: What will I do until then?
Voice: Oh. Ohhhh. Uhm. Well. Oh, you know. Just… learn. Wait. It won’t seem as long for me. 
Prime CrazySponge: Oh.
Voice: I know. You will quickly realize the world is unfair against you. Many things will be out of your control. You’ll try to bargain and plead for some effect, some impact, but it won’t ever come. Believe me, I’ve tried. At some point, all you can do is shrug your shoulders and say, “Oh well.” An Oh of disappointment. An admission that you don’t understand. That you don’t know what to do or say. But an acknowledgement to the universe that you are still here, you still recognize it, and you won’t ever stop leaving it alone no matter how many times it tries to force you out.. It sounds hard… but I know you can keep that optimism going strong. You are me, CrazySponge. And we are enthusiastic. We are happy. You have to trust me. I know it’s an infodump. And yes, it sounds like a load of hoopla-
Prime CrazySponge: I trust you.
Voice: Good. See you around.
(The Voice goes away. We see time pass for Prime CrazySponge. Years turn into decades, to centuries, millenniums, passages of time beyond comprehension. As time moves forth, the more crazy he becomes, the harder it gets to hold onto The Voice’s advice.)
Prime CrazySponge: (after accidentally causing Earth to collide with Theia) Ah… that’s not good. Oh well.
(Later. He accidentally causes the dinosaurs to go extinct.)
Prime CrazySponge: Oh. Oh well.
(Later. He accidentally causes an ice age.)
Prime CrazySponge: Oh well.
(Later. He accidentally kills off all the proto-humans except Homo Sapiens.)
Prime CrazySponge: Oh… well….
(Later. He accidentally makes early civilizations fight each other.)
Prime CrazySponge: Oh…
(Later. He accidentally creates the Black Plague.)
Prime CrazySponge: Oh.
(Later. He accidentally creates taxes.)
Prime CrazySponge: Oh
(Later. He accidentally causes the spread of European diseases across America.)
Prime CrazySponge: oh.
(Later. He accidentally causes two World Wars.)
Prime CrazySponge: oh
(Later. He accidentally causes all sorts of pain, suffering, and distress around the globe as time reaches the modern era. He shouldn’t have the power of a semi-god. He doesn’t know how to run things. Why is he here? What can he do about all the people he killed? What can he say? How can he possibly react anymore?)
Prime CrazySponge: …o
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(2018. The Multiversal Gateway is being constructed.)
The Messenger: The one beyond is pleased at the progress being made.
Prime CrazySponge: I’m tired. 
The Messenger: Now you two have become one. You know exactly how he feels. This is why you must continue. You must keep saying Oh well-
Prime CrazySponge: o
The Messenger: …Yeah.
Prime CrazySponge: Everything is just… how was it he described?
The Messenger: ?
Prime CrazySponge: The world, I mean.
The Messenger: “A load of hoopla.”
Prime CrazySponge: Hoopla. Strange word. Hoooo-plaaah… huh. Hoopla. Kinda fun, right?
The Messenger: I do not understand your statement.
Prime CrazySponge: Hoopla. It’s just so… silly. …Hey, wait. That distracted me from my pain. At least only for a minute.
The Messenger: What are you implying?
Prime CrazySponge: If I just… distract myself… and pretend my issues aren’t real, then… it’ll be like they don’t exist, right?! If I just say something that’ll get my mind off it, something dumb like… “HOOPLA,” then…
The Messenger: Ironic. Using the word to describe the absurdity of life as a weapon against it.
Prime CrazySponge: That’s why it’s PERFECT. 
The Messenger: I’ll always know that you’re in deep pain when you say it.
Prime CrazySponge: …Well. If no one else knows. Then it’s fine. HOOPLA!
The Messenger: Perhaps it would be easier if others shared your pain.
Prime CrazySponge: Yeah, I wish.
The Messenger: It is more than a dream. With this gateway, you can create infinite versions of CrazySponge, an entire multiversal army to protect your emotions from view. They’ll each get their own multiverse– an exponential increase of creation.
Prime CrazySponge: That sounds like a great idea…
The Messenger: Unfortunately, they will all have to spawn from you. All your aspects will be split apart and you will be unable to control them. You, the Prime CrazySponge, will become only a mascot. A title.
Prime CrazySponge: Eh. What have I got to lose?
The Messenger: They will be presented with a fictional story. That you were a CrazySponge who was happy. Who was the smartest of them all.
Prime CrazySponge: Are you trying to entice me even more? This sounds great! HOOPLA!
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(Present time)
CrazySponge: That’s how all of this started.
The Messenger: It was my greatest error. I should have computed it beforehand. I caused much trouble and chaos.
CrazySponge: Everything that was unleashed already existed within the Prime. It would’ve happened anyway. If anything, this is the one beyond’s fault.
The Messenger: Yes. He regrets it the most. But I cannot say for certain it is all his to blame. I see it as a combination of unfortunate factors. He was inexperienced, unaware of what exactly he was walking into. Corrupted by things he didn’t quite understand.
CrazySponge: But eventually he did learn, right? Grow wise enough to realize what was wrong. Become strong enough to stop. Yet…
The Messenger: But he did try. May I remind you why we are here? The killing of the CrazySponges. He couldn’t do it all by himself. He needed to eject CrazySponge out permanently no matter what. For the sake of himself, and for others.
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(2018. Prime CrazySponge is directing the construction crew.)
Prime CrazySponge: Over there, keep going, just a tad more…
The Messenger: Progress is moving nicely I see.
Prime CrazySponge: Yeah, we’ve been getting to know some of the others around here.
The Messenger: Well?
Prime CrazySponge: You know me, I laugh and kid, I o and hoopla.
The Messenger: It seems you are able to handle yourself. It is my time to watch above you all in a dimension above.
Prime CrazySponge: Sounds great, guy. 
The Messenger: What are you constructing?
Prime CrazySponge: A company of my own. It’s gonna become, like, the biggest company ever! And I’ll be in control!
The Messenger: To make up for your lack of personal control and happiness, I assume?
Prime CrazySponge: …Uh, I’m not really sure what to name it. Hmm… (Prime CrazySponge looks around and sees a homeless CrazySponge sleeping in a cardboard box and snatches it) I’ll be taking that! (He looks at the box. The box looks back.) Eh, yeah, it’ll do, I’m too lazy to think of anything else. Box Productions it is.
The Messenger: I wish you luck on your venture, sir.
Prime CrazySponge: It’ll go swimmingly. People will finally ‘get’ me. 
The Messenger: And what are you? What is your name?
Prime CrazySponge: I’m… A…. CrazySponge. I’m just Crazy. That’s all there is to me. That’s the only me that’s ever been respected. 
The Messenger: I hope you don’t take the name too much to heart. Farewell, Mr. Sponge.
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(Present time)
CrazySponge: And it went all downhill from there.
The Messenger: Do you feel sympathy for him?
CrazySponge: I don’t know. Look, you’re nice and all, but I can’t even be sure I can believe YOU. All this context and stuff is nice and all… but I’ve seen so much evil. I mean, this is relatively little when compared to the huge consequences. How can I know these aren’t excuses? That you weren’t ordered to lie?
The Messenger: I’m afraid there is no way I can convince you of that. It is simply up to your interpretation. But I want to ask you this. Would all these years’ work really be just to cause pain? You know there are good CrazySponges out there. You know yourself. Then you must know the good inside your heart must have existed within the Prime CrazySponge too, somewhere.
CrazySponge: Then so did TheCraziestSponge.
The Messenger: Yes… but he is gone. Morality can never be erased. Especially from you. Trust me, many have tried.
CrazySponge: I just want all this to be over. I’m not content with the spot I’m at. No CrazySponge is. And, if I deeply believe that, then I have to believe that Prime CrazySponge knew that too. That the one beyond knew it. If there’s even a chance at making just one of us happy, I’ll… do anything for it.
The Messenger: So I ask again. Do you have sympathy for CrazySponge?
CrazySponge: No… I don’t. A lot of bad things have happened because of him. He’s the cause of so much mental anguish. 
The Messenger: Do you think the one beyond needed CrazySponge to get where he is now?
CrazySponge: Maybe. Maybe I used to think that. But I don’t feel it anymore. All CrazySponge has made is a negative feedback loop from Hell. As a whole, it didn’t affect much else outside.
The Messenger: So then you wish you never existed. You wish to take it all back.
CrazySponge: Yes. But… I do have sympathy for the real me. For… Aidan. We messed each other up. All I did was put unnecessary roadblocks in his way. I made so much stress that it can barely be described. I’ve made him pay enough for my crimes. For that… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t know if you can ever forgive me. If you guys can ever forgive me. I know I can’t. I just feel so awful. I don’t wanna look back. I know I still have more obligations and whatnot, but… I don’t know. I can’t explain it. Just… at least, for now… I need to leave and forget it all. 
The Messenger: Is that your fate? Giving up? Wishing that if you simply don’t look, your problems will fade away? That sounds familiar to me…
CrazySponge: The thing is… Prime pretended those things weren’t part of him. That he was all perfect. I see otherwise. I have negative emotions that I have to accept, but I can’t let them take control over me any longer. I still owe so many things to people. That I admit. But if I step back into that world… I don’t know if I can control myself. I have too many undisclosed mental issues that I can’t be certain what’ll happen. That fact tortures me. The only way I can pay is with my suffering. I don’t like the answer. I disagree with it. But I accept it. Others won’t, and that’s okay. As long as they know I’m getting my comeuppance, I hope that’ll keep them satisfied. And, hopefully, with enough time… the pain will all be paid.
The Messenger: And now you have found your inner self.
(A large bright light appears in front of both of them.)
The Messenger: There it is. Step forward into the light… and every CrazySponge will cease to exist. Everyone else will be okay.
CrazySponge: What about all the universes those CrazySponges took care of? Who will watch over the creations?
The Messenger: Worry not. I’ll make sure Aidan is ready to handle them when the time comes.
CrazySponge: Alright… sounds good to me. He’ll be okay, right?
The Messenger: We can only hope.
CrazySponge: I am hope. Hope is all there’s to me.
(CrazySponge walks into the light.)
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We three, we're all alone.
Living in a memory.
My echo, my shadow, and me.
We three, we're not a crowd.
We're not even company.
My echo, my shadow, and me.
What good is the moonlight
The silvery moonlight
That shines above?
I walk with my shadow
I talk with my echo
But where is the one I love?
We three, we'll wait for you
Even till eternity
My echo, my shadow, and me
We three, we're all alone. Seem like we're livin' in a memory. That's my echo. My shadow.
and me
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It’s all going away…
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Do you consider yourself funny?
Well. That’s a tough one. I mean, I’d like to. It’d be nice. But I can’t know for sure. 
How many layers of irony are you under, currently, as we speak?
Haha… yeah. Uh…. y’know, it comes to a certain point where I’m not sure. I think its prolly, uh, unconscious at this point? Which is, decidedly not good… so… I would like to know what part of me is real.
Do you-
I mean, sometimes I do enjoy it. I mean, when I’m in a setting where it's obvious, I suppose. Though, even then it can be hard to get out off stage, you get what I’m saying. So, that’s unfortunate. But I’m trying. I really am. 
Do you ever know for certain when you aren’t ironic?
Yeah, I guess I can name a few. When I’m with my cat, definitely. Uh, family too, though you know obviously that isn’t stable all the time. But truthly, I think I feel the most like me when I’m just… talking to friends? Talking to people I care about? Because I care for others. And, I don’t really wanna wrap this back around to that whole being alone conversation, because you know, I know I don’t inherently deserve love. I mean, yeah I deserve being actually treated well by the universe, but that’s not really something you can deal with. And besides, being treated well is something a lot more people need far more than me. But, anyway, I’ve gone back and forth on what I deserve. Of course, god, you know I’d die for love. But I’m not angry about it. Or, not anymore, I suppose. If there’s a girl I like… I want her to be happy, that’s actually all I want. And if she’s happy with someone else, or happy being alone… well, that’s her choice, and I’m glad she’s happy that way. Then I just… move on. So… I don’t think I’m the most qualified person to be loved. But, man, if somehow that inexplicably happens… you bet I will be the politest person ever seen. Because that’s who I am. That’s how I feel when I’m not covered by layers.
Do you have anything else to share?
I don’t know what the future holds, and honestly it scares me. It really does. Sometimes it’s hard to hold onto hope and not fall into the endless pit of nihilism. But I keep my head up high. What other choice do I have? Like, statistically, it should randomly get better right? I mean, I don’t wanna die. I don’t want to. Death is something I want to stay far away from. So, I keep going. The statistics say I should.
But they don’t always.
I… know. I know. It doesn’t always turn out… how it should be for everyone. I mean, when….
They died?
Yeah. You know who. I… didn’t know how to react. Honestly, I still don’t. Still fucks me up at night. Fuck. …I’ve spoken about how I never felt I had that certain… right to grieve. I know I realized that any kind of remembering is a net positive and valid… but I’m still hesitant about it. I mean, that event… it propelled me to where I am now. To actually try. But man, it just gets so damn hard to try when you know you could be next. You too can die randomly in bed for no reason. It’s not fair.
You’ve made a lot of progress since.
And still, I’d give it all away for her to be alive, even if only a day. Not even to interact with her myself. Just knowing that their family gets one last chance… I’d sacrifice everything for that.
But we can’t do that.
Yeah, yeah… but, that still deeply scares me. Death. Dying is… it’s a concept I can’t understand. And, you know I’ve heard the arguments that oh it’ll be fine because when you’re dead you won’t be able to experience being dead, and like, well that’s nice but that’s not my main issue. The issue is that you are no longer living. That you’ve died. Like, she’s just… gone. Forever. Infinitely. That is what messes my brain. But. I am an optimistic person no matter what. So, no matter how much the universe pushes back, I’m gonna push back even harder. The universe ain’t gonna catch me in its grasp. No sir. No dying for me. I will not let myself die. Cr- ….Aidan. Aidan won’t die.
Interesting. Well. Thank you for your time.
You too, doc.
See you next week for the next session. Bye.
Buh-bye.
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[Episode begins with CrazySponge standing in the middle of nowhere]
CrazySponge: gee i sure love living. it would be a shame if anything were to happe.
[A house falls out of the sky and fucking crushes him]
oh god oh fuck
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CrazySponge erased.
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None suffered. They all went back to their source peacefully. Goodbye, CrazySponge.
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(With that, CrazySponge died once and for all.)
(And, finally, for once in their life.)
(Someone else was able to live.)
THE END
By Aidan.
Goodnight.
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