"W-where am I? Who are you? How did I get here?"

As Flain stammered out whatever came to his mind, the doctor that may or may not be a Nixel was studying him.

"Well," He started, adjusting his glasses. "I'm able to answer all three of those. You're in our little underground area we call the Nexoground. I'm the chief medic and scientist of here, you can call me Dr. Nexchem. And for that final thing, I don't know how you got to this world, but if you mean my office, you can thank Chill and Bounder for that.

As if on cue, two more of these Nixel-like characters walked into the room. One was bright blue with squared-off ears, the other orange with cat-like ears. Unlike the Nixels that Flain new, they seemed genuinely kind, with eyes softer, features rounder, and personalities kinder.

"We found you in desert." The blue one, Chill, explained.

"You don't look like any of those other Messils we've seen." Bounder added.

"Messils?" Flain asked in confusion.

"That is what you are, isn't it?" Dr. Nexchem asked.

"Never heard of them, I'm a Mixel." Flain explained. "And I suppose you're not Nixels, then?"

"Doesn't sound like a fun term." Chill said. "We're Nexils."

"…I'm really a long ways away from home, then." Flain sighed.

Meanwhile, King Nixel was giddily walking through the city, a malicious grin on his face. This was exactly how Nixopolis should have been! No fancy restaurants, no toys stores or parks, nothing creative or fun! Of course, his large grin was now giving away this little guy away even further from the citizens, some who were quietly whispering to each other. But he didn't seem to notice anything. At least…not until he bumped into three figures.

They looked like the MCPD from that silly police station in his world. However, they too were greyed out and wore the same jumpsuits and tags as the other citizens, along with a dulled metal badge.

"Child citizen." The one that looked like Kuffs said, the somewhat Southern drawl that the original had sounding flatter. "You're in violation of rule number 37: it is the time where young citizens are in their learning rehabilitation centers.

"You are also in contempt of rule number 12." The Tiketz-like one said. "You are out of your required uniform and serial number."

"And also in contempt of rule number 233." The Busto-like one added. "All citizens must follow the appropriate paths to their destinations and not linger."

Suddenly, the Kuffs-like one grabbed the royal Nixel's arm and tossed him into the Busto facsimile's holding cell.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" King Nixel angrily protested, as the alternate Kuffs clicked onto a walkie talkie.

"This is Citizen Number 41554." He said. "We have secured the rogue child citizen and are now taking him to the learning rehabilitation center. He appears to need extra attention."

"No, let me go!" King Nixel begged. "HELP ME!"

"Wow, those guys sound like major losers."

Flain was guided to the dining area of this civilization, where he and the three other Nexils sat at a small table. It was a surprisingly well put together location, especially for an underground one. The houses were of different sizes, shapes, and colors, decorated to fit each Nexil citizen that lived there. It almost looked like Mixopolis…if Mixopolis was underground and much smaller.

"Yeah, we created this civilization to try and stay away from them." Chill explained. "Someday we wish we could spread the idea of creativity and color to them, but anything as outlandish as a twinkle of color as dangerous."

"I even once thought painting ourselves black and white would be a good idea to hide ourselves." Bounder added, a slight laugh in his voice. "Everyone else thought it was crazy. And it was, I'll admit, but who ever said crazy wasn't a bad way of thinking? Crazy could work."

"I like your style, little dude." Flain said, as another Nexil walked in, wheeling a pot of stew with her. She was colored with a lavender shell, with a light pink chef toque and matching apron, with her apron having the same rainbow thumbs-up symbol as the poster. She had a familiar-looking beauty mark on her cheek as well.

"Here you go, darlings." She said, as she ladeled out four bowls of stew and served them, giving Dr. Nexchem a quick peck on the lips before she left, wheeling the pot back with her.

"Should have thought she'd have a counterpart here, too." Flain muttered to himself.

"Hm?" Chill said, hearing his muttering.

"N-nothing!" Flain said, shoving his spoon in his mouth.

"We'd probably need the help of the Queen for this." Chill said, changing topics. "I think she'd know the best source of action on this.

"You have a Queen here instead?" Flain asked. "The Nixels have a king; at least, that's what I know of."

"Well, we did have a king." Dr. Nexchem explained, somewhat down. "He passed away a while back, but he left us a prince for the next heir."

"This…prince." Flain said, something dawning on him. "Would, he happen to be somewhat shorter than the others, have no special ears, and…pincers on the side of his head?"

"…Yes, actually?" Dr. Nexchem said, in confused shock. "How would…you happen to know this?"

"Just a shot in the dark." Flain fibbed, grinning about his newfound knowledge. This was gonna be good…

Meanwhile, King Nixel, or rather, Prince Nixel, was forced into the student rehabilitation center. He was decontaminated and then suited up in one of the jumpsuits and tags, being sent into one of the classrooms. It was filled with child Messils, all looking like the kids from Mixopolis Middle School, including the pesky four that had defeated him in the past. He sat down in a desk next to one that looked like Camillot, he bore a tag that said "Number 41557".

Before he could react, the lights shut off, as a bright film screen flickered on. Instead of a film, text was shown on the screen, along with a booming voice.

"STUDENT CITIZENS." It said. "REPEAT AFTER ME. I AM A NUMBER."

"I am a number." The class repeated in monotone, though Prince Nixel didn't say a thing.

"I AM A PART OF THIS MACHINE."

"I am a part of this machine."

"EVERY PART OF THIS MACHINE IS MEANT TO WORK THE SAME."

"Every part of this machine is meant to work the same."

"NO ONE WILL BE ABOVE ANYONE ELSE."

"No one will be above everyone else."

"WE STAY EQUAL."

"We stay equal."

It was at this point that everything dawned on Prince Nixel.

"…I need to find that fire Mixel."