What happened next could be considered five minutes of unadulterated fear and panic. The three Nixels-turned-Mixels yelled at the top of their lungs and ran around in shock, staring at themselves, staring at each other. Just…staring and screaming and running. Finally, one of them stopped.

"Wait a minute." The smallest one said, screeching to a stop. He was the youngest Nixel of the three, as evidenced by the square-top that he kept. This sudden stop caused his older brothers to suddenly stop too…by means of slamming into each other.

"Why are you SO CALM?!" The middle brother, the pointy-eared one, yelled. His eye was still slightly twitching as he continued to pant in a mix of tiredness and hyperventilation.

"Because I'm trying to figure stuff out." The youngest one replied, looking himself over. Suddenly…an idea popped over him. He didn't know why…but something told him to try something. Just…an inkling in his mind.

So, a cooling energy pulsed through his hands as he suddenly GRABBED the air around him…and somehow pulled out what seemed like a black hole!

"What the?!" He said, in surprise, as the other two gaped in shock. Warily…he stuck his hand in. It didn't hurt, but it was an experience he had never felt. Suddenly, he touched something and slowly retracted his hand out. It was…a Cookironi?

"Nice." He said, contently eating it, while his older brothers continued to gape at him.

"H…how…?" The eldest one said, holding up a trembling finger.

"I dunno." The youngest shrugged, crumbs now on his face and his mouth still half-full. "Something just told me 'hey, bring a void into the area'."

Then, as he retracted the whole back into nothingness, an idea hit him.

"Void." He said. "I like the sound of that. Oh, but…make the 'I' a 'Y'. I'm Voyd!"

"You just…came up with a name for yourself?" The middle one asked.

"Yeah." Voyd shrugged. "I looked at my powers, and I based it around it. Pretty neat, right? Coming up with my own ideas?"

"Heh…kind of sounds fun…" The eldest admitted. "Hey, get me something to drink outta that thing."

"Sure." Voyd said, opening the black hole up again and pulling a soda out of it, tossing it towards him.

"Thanks." He said, chugging down the entire thing in a few noisy gulps, ending with a slightly loud burp. For fun, he crushed the can with his hands…but it crushed farther than he expected to.

"It's gone!" Voyd said, noticing that he practically made the can disappear.

"I still feel it, though?" The cat-eared Mixel said in confusion, and then shifted it around. From the front, it LOOKED like a crushed-up soda can, from the side, it looked like nothing.

"You practically destroyed that thing!" The pointy-eared one said in shock.

"Put the kibosh on it, didn't I?" The oldest said, chuckling a bit, but then came up with an idea. "Kibosh…I like it…but I think I like the 'I into Y' thing, too. I think I'll make that my thing, too."

"Okay, so we got Voyd. We got Kybosh." The middle one said, slightly cross. "What does that make ME, chopped gizvler?"

"Shut up and find your powers." Kybosh dryly said, tossing the can haphazardly, causing it to clang near his second-youngest brother, who freaked out, jumping out of the way…and straight onto Kybosh's shadow.

Somehow, he MERGED into the shadow, as if it was a hole, eventually entirely disappearing.

"H-he's gone!" Voyd said in shock.

"I KILLED HIM!" Kybosh panicked.

"You didn't kill me!" An echoing voice said from seemingly out of nowhere. "I'm still here, you idiots!"

Soon, their brother gasped for air and popped his top half back up, as if he was diving up from a swimming pool.

"Neat, shadow walking!" Voyd said, walking over towards him, as he pulled himself entirely out.

"What can I say, I rise from the umber." He smugly said, and then it dawned on him. "Not bad there. Umber…that's…spelled with two u's, right…?"

"One." Voyd said.

"…Well I'm spelling it with two!" The newly-christened Umbur said.

"So…we gotta have a tribe name." Kybosh said. "And pick a leader, but that's obviously me."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Umbur angrily said. "Who says YOU get to be leader?"

"I'm the oldest." Kybosh smugly said.

"So that automatically makes you leader?!" Umbur argued back.

"Yeah, I'd say so." Kybosh retorted.

"Uh…guys?" Voyd nervously said, holding one of the new black-and-white Cubits. "Don't the Mixels normally have those…three-way mix things with one tribe? Aren't the leaders normally voiced by them?"

"Oh, yeah." Kybosh said, as he and Umbur walked towards their youngest brother. "What was it that was…Max?"

"…MIX!" The three said, as they all grabbed onto the Cubit. Soon, a pair of large gloves slapped the three of them together. "MAX!"

Soon, a large skunk was in their place. He then tried out his voice:

"Let's see…" He said, and then perked up. It was Kybosh's voice! "Ha! I was right! Let's see what this baby can do!"

He focused all his thoughts onto his abilities, straining all the way. He strained so hard that…he accidentally farted. But, instead of stink, a large cloud of smoke came around the area, entirely covering the area. He could see perfectly through it like it was never there, though! When the smoke cleared up, the three of them split up.

"That…was…AWESOME!" Kybosh said. "No wonder why those Mixels like that so much!"

"That total rush of energy!" Umbur said. "I could get used to this!"

"WHY would the King and Major want to deny us from this?!" Voyd wondered.

"Well, we'll just have to fix that Nixel-based thinking, right?" Kybosh suggested.

"Fix…nix…" Voyd pondered, and then his eyes lit up. "That's it! From today, we'll fix the damage that those Nixels did to us! We'll be…the Nix Fixers!"

"YEAH!" All three said at the same time…and then stopped.

"So…where do we live now?" Umbur said. "We can't go back there."

"We…could live here?" Kybosh suggested. "There's that weird cave system in Mixel Mountain. That's not inhabited, so why not?"

Turns out, the "why not" was because the cave system was entirely dark. The only beads of light came from the face to shine sunlight into the caves…but only the entrance.

"I can't see a thing in here." Kybosh's voice stumbled with. "Voyd, can you make some light sources?"

"Oh. Sure." Voyd said, pulling out his black hole. Because he was thinking light, without his accord, large torches suddenly flung out of the hole and bolted themselves onto the walls.

"…What." Umbur said, ridiculously deadpan.

"I…just thought light?" Voyd said, just as confused, and then he beamed. "This thing is giving me what we need! We can make this place entirely our own with it!"

Soon, they ran towards all of the separate openings of the cave's interior…and boy, did they work! They figured out where certain rooms would be, and the black hole spat out all the needed things for it, pumping electricity and plumbing whenever they needed it. A bathroom there, a kitchen there. And THEN they got to build the fun things: their own bedrooms.

Nixel Land didn't have special bedrooms, thanks to the Nixels just sleeping on hard and cold multi-tiered bunks. But now, they got to sleep in their own rooms, with their own things and personal touches. Of course, the black hole spit out the standard beds, dressers stocked with clothing, and shelves, but each of them got their own…personal touch.

The hole read onto Kybosh's personality and made his sheets bright red and stocked his shelves with tons and tons of books (further speculation showed most of them were bad romance novels, but we'll let him have that). Umbur's personality gave him sheets that were so neon green that they almost hurt the eyes and gave him tons of distracting video game systems. Finally…Voyd's room. His gave him light blue sheets with a lot of stuffed animals all around the room…but one special one waited for him on his bed.

"H…he's back…" Voyd choked, eyes wet with tears.

There, sitting on his bed, with a stitched-up frown…was Ragamuffin: the doll that Voyd thought he would never see.

The rest of that day seemed to go by in moments for the three of them. Through having the biggest dinner they could think of (courtesy of their newly-stocked kitchen, filled with all kinds of foods they had never tried before), the three of them practically ate until they burst. So, when the sun went down, they were all three wiped.

After sorting through their drawers for their new pajamas (instead of just taking off their old hard shells, making them touch the cold bunks even more), the three of them tucked into their bunks for the best sleep of their lives.

And they'd need it: they had new friends they'd have to try and make tomorrow.