Author's Note: Thank you, 6Phantom6, for doing Shuff's story.
Summary: LEGO Mixels + jeftoon01's Twisted Princesses = my very own... Twisted Mixels. Each story is written by any ghostwriter who helped out with the story. Rated either T (for violence and character death) or M (for extreme violence, scary scene and gore). I am not writing about blood and gore BTW.
Disclaimer: Mixels is owned by Lego, Disney Princesses are owned by Disney, Twisted Princesses is owned by jeftoon01 and Twisted Mixels and my own Mixel tribes belong to me.
PogorikiFan10 Presents
Twisted Mixels
Chapter 6 - Twisted Mixel: Shuff
Written by 6Phantom6 on DeviantART...
It was another day come to an end, the night-light moon shining through the night. Shuff was home, wrapping up another injury he acquired. "Zorch really got me today..." he uttered quietly, remembering the prank the Infernite in question had pulled. Then his mind went further. The day before that, Zorch tripped him and made him fall into a mud puddle. Day before that, Zorch put a cactus on his chair before he sat down. The three days before that Zorch had convinced him that if he stood on his head, it would rain ice cream.
"Day before that..." Shuff muttered, "Day before that...day...before..." His eyes widened, then he gritted his teeth. "Zorch pranked me for a whole month." He realized, "Zorch...pranked...me..." His eyes closed and he unleashed a held breath. "Me prank back." He uttered, "Me prank back good."
A day later and Shuff was waiting in front of a large hole, humming softly as he waited for someone. "Should be here..." he muttered. As on cue, the familiar flame trail could be seen over the hill, causing the Cragster to smirk.
"Hey, hey Shuffles!" Zorch greeted as he stopped, "What's the hub-bub, bub?"
"Me just want to show you cool thing." Shuff answered.
"What is it?" The Infernite asked.
"This," The Cragster answered as he stepped aside, "Is legendary hole."
"So, you called me just to show a big hole?" The Infernite uttered.
"Legend has it that a Cragster ancestor mixed with Infernite ancestor to bury all the way to the center of planet; no one knows if they made it."
"That's...kinda awesome." Zorch admitted as he looked over the edge.
"No other Mixel had entered hole for years," Shuff continued as he pulled out something from the dirt, "We make sure to never dig near."
"Doesn't anyone throw stuff in it?" Zorch asked, "Y'know, like rocks, garbage, or a Nixel?"
"Not that we know of." The Cragster answered as he rejoined Zorch, "Least, not 'till now." Zorch's eyes shot open as a tremendous pain shot through his back, falling into the fall without a sound. "Yeah," Shuff said as he threw the bloody, jagged piece of ore down the hole, "Not 'till now."
Later on that day, Shuff was doing his best to clean his little abode when he heard someone at the door. "Me comming!" He said as he walked over, opening the door to see Vulk. "Why you here?"
"We're just wondering if you seen Zorch," Vulk explained, "He didn't come home, and we thought he was sleeping somewhere."
"Er..." The Cragster uttered as he shifted his eyes, "Me no see Zorch all day."
"Okay," The Infernite said, "Have a good night."
"Bye-bye!" Shuff shouted as he slammed the door, sliding down as sweat started to form. "They getting suspicious," he uttered, "But...body gone. They not know..." he chuckled nervously, repeating, "Body gone, they not know..."
The days passed, and news of Zorch's disappearance spread to all the tribes. Each night, Shuff could hear search parties travel through the land, growing paranoid with each call of Zorch's name. "They getting annoying," he grumbled one night, "Zorch can't be found." He sighed and sat on the bed, insomnia claiming him once more. A knock came from the door, making him run to the door and swing it open to show Tentro at the door, a lantern in one of his tentacles. "What you want?" Shuff asked.
"Sorry to disturb you Shuff," The Flexer said, "But I just wanted to check with you on something."
"I said I not seen Zorch!" Shuff grumbled.
"I wasn't gonna talk about that," Tentro admitted, looking down, "But we have noticed that you haven't been going out for a while."
"So?" The Cragster uttered, "Me want to stay home! Me not feel good! Me not sleep good in while!"
"Sorry to hear that," The Flexer uttered, "But no need to be upset. I mean, you just said you didn't see Zorch at all. In fact, you haven't at once joined in the search."
"Like me said," Shuff grumbled, "Me not had good sleep in while. What with questions?!"
"Sorry," Tentro uttered, "I'll leave; good night." The Flexer launched himself away, leaving Shuff to close the door and lean against the frame.
A few days later, Shuff could hear someone knocking at his door, but he was hiding in his bedroom, his eye occasionally twitching. "Keep quiet." He whispered, "Pretend not be here. Me not connected to Zorch."
Suddenly, he heard his door being kicked down, making him tense up. "Shuff?" He heard Krader's voice call, "We know you in!" He only shivered as he heard footsteps explore his home until his doorknob start to rattle.
"Shuff?" Seismo asked, "You in? We need talk time!" Shuff nervously looked around until he saw something; his mirror. In a quick motion, he rushed over and broke it, picking a large, jagged piece. "Shuff!" he heard the Cragster cry, hearing other Mixels join him. He took his bedsheets and ripped them up, wrapping them on one end of mirror piece. He kept his back turned as his bedroom door was kicked open, Seismo, Krader, and Tentro standing there.
"Oh, it you." Shuff began, one eye peeking at them, "What your business?"
"We worried," Seismo began as the trio approached, "You not appear in long time."
"I had to tell them how you snapped at me," Tentro admitted, "And, they grew concerned about your health."
"What, me fine." Shuff answered.
"You say," Krader began, "But mirror is broken; we heard you break it. What goes on?"
"Please answer," Seismo whimpered, "We worried horribly." Shuff turned around, holding the glass piece in his little claws. Before anyone could react, Shuff rolled forward and tackled Seismo down, driving the shard deep into his eye. Seismo screamed as Shuff pulled the shard out and started to dig through his friend's body, gravel guts splattering the walls.
"Shuff, stop!" Krader gasped as he charged. But Shuff reared his head back and bonked Seismo in the face, making him stagger back. Shuff then grabbed the shard and stabbed Krader through the mouth, the point peaking out of the back of the body. Tentro snapped out of his shock and ran out of the place, trying to escape the scene and warn someone. He stretched out a tentacle and latched onto a cliff side, but something grabbed his back tentacle and pulled him back.
"Shuff, let me go!" Tentro begged, but Shuff dug down, dragging the Flexer with him. Tentro tried to get his other tentacles to the cliff, but he was pulled far enough to bury his lower half. Finally, his tentacle was pulled off, the last of his body pulled underground.
Author's Note: Aw schnixel! Shuff's a psychopath murderer. I hope you like it...
