Mixels Unite: Retold

by synonymforexpd

Three years after the event of the I-Cubit scam that shook the world, the colorful and creative Mixels have drifted apart. With the help of a terrifying new power, King Nixel scatters the Mixels to the winds and takes over Mixopolis once more. Hope is not lost, and a new, monochrome Mixel sets out to discover his past, stop the Nixel Armada, and unite all Mixels!

2. Fragments of Friendships

Chapter 2

Fragments of Friendships

Based on the Mixels Unite fangame

Monochrome Mixel, M.C., placed himself down on a stool. He had spent the past day, well, waking up for the first time, before being thrust into a city-saving adventure alongside the Mixels of the Infernite, Cragster and Electroid tribes. Friendships had been forged in Klinker-branded iron, and no trials or battles had deterred the freshly reunited Mixels - neither a small band of Mixel crooks or the Nixel Armada. They had freed three districts on the outskirts of Mixopolis after King Nixel had stormed them, restoring the colors of Nixed Mixels and finding three Cubit shards along the way.

Of course, the mystery of M.C.'s past loomed over him like an intense shadow, especially after the discovery of his tribe-shifting powers, but that was irrelevant. The trial that M.C. was about to face was perhaps his greatest yet - even of all time. Neither the rock-hard Krader or quick-minded Teslo had succeeded at this ultimate test. But courage mattered more than the failures of others, and so, M.C. prepared to face the greatest challenge of all.

Without hesitation, he slurped up an entire Lavanut Deluxe beverage in one gulp. Even as the piping-hot liquid made his mouth glow a bright red, he didn't flinch. The Cragsters and Electroids looked on in amazement. "Holy s-z-s-z-schnixel, he's doing it!" Zaptor exclaimed through puffs of smoke, having previously attempted the same trial by fire. He slammed the empty shell on the counter, turning to face Flain with a smug expression. "How's THAT?" M.C. said aloud with confidence.

But Flain returned a smirk with even more confidence than M.C.'s, one more genuine. "Alright, man. Why don't ya stop using your Infernite powers as a cheat first?" M.C. froze as Flain eyed his left arm, which had shifted to a typical Infernite red. M.C. quickly hid the arm behind his back as Flain began to squint. "What's the matter, dude? Too afraid to lose the challenge?" He said, now more cocky than ever and grinning. M.C. began to tremble as his Infernite color overtook both of his feet. M.C. was struggling to keep his mouth shut now, and Flain was taking notice. "Dag-nabbit." Flain's grin turned to a laugh as M.C. caved and let his Infernite powers take over, resulting in him leaning back and blasting a hole through the ceiling with his now-flaming breath. "And that leaves me the undisputed champion, ha!" Flain said, taking a shot of the drink himself.

While that was occuring, Teslo laid out the three Cubit shards the group had collected over the course of their journey. "Hm…" Shuff and Volectro joined across from him in one of the deluxe diner chairs the Lava Lounge housed. "What got there, Teslo?" Shuff asked. "Thes-z-se shards perplex me. Each of them is bigger than a normal Cubit, yet has-z-s-z-s far more power. Where do they come from?" Teslo said.

"Well, the Infernites-z-s-z-s and Cragster ones got found after battles! No telling where that Murp freak got theirs." Volectro added. "Maybe there more, maybe they go together?" Shuff questioned. Teslo attempted to put the three together, but their shaping wasn't identical. "They don't match, hm… Maybe there's more of these. How did nobody find them until now?"

As M.C. recovered from the challenge, smoke coming out of his mouth and ears, something peculiar was happening. The opening he had created in the ceiling of the Lava Lounge had frozen over with a thick sheet of ice, and Vulk had noticed. "Uh, guys..?" He was about to ask, only to be interrupted by the sound of a high-pitched alarm as a siren flashed blue lights around the bar. "Everyone out! We've got a code-blue!" The owner of the lounge, Bonferno, had rushed downstairs, shoving the various regulars and M.C.'s group out of the bar in a panic.

Stepping outside, M.C. was confused. "What's a code-blue?" He turned to Flain, who had stopped dead in his tracks, staring in surprise at something. M.C. too turned to face the oddity, and was surprised at the sight. The street bordering the lounge had frozen solid, and the ice was spreading fast into the Infernites District. "Make way!" A familiar voice cried out, as the Infernites cousins' Max burst through the crowd, spraying fire to attempt to contain the ice.

"What in the Mix is going on? I just saw a bunch of Electroid houses freeze over, and now THIS?" Zorch zoomed up to the group, having just returned from a run around the Electroids District. "Those ice-brain Frosticons are after freezing up my lounge again! Ugh, I know it's a lot to ask, but…" Bonferno turned to Flain, who smiled. "No worries, man. We'll head through and let 'em know to keep their ice in check!" He turned to M.C., Vulk and Zorch, who were all eager to help. "We'll stay and make s-z-sure no Nixels run through, keep warm, guys!" Volectro added, the Electroids and Cragsters ready to help out the displaced Infernites. "Yeah, yeah! Count on us!" Seismo pitched in, giving a thumbs up alongside Krader and Shuff.

The three Infernites and M.C. had stepped foot inside the lounge once more, and the state of it was one that would horrify any Infernite. Everything was frozen, from the lava pool to the super-heater used to brew the various spicy drinks. "So, these Frosticon guys, are they trouble?" M.C. asked. "Nah, they're super chill. Get it, ha!" Zorch added, jokingly. "I mean you aren't wrong, dude. I used to hang out with Slumbo and Lunk a lot in Mixel Park, great guys, they just have an icing problem." Flain explained.

Flain took a step forward, only to slip immediately and slam into the floor with a thud. "A really bad icing problem." Vulk pointed to the stairs at the back of the lounge. "Up there is a bridge that leads into the Frosticons District, but…" Zorch finished his point. "It's one of peril, of danger and frosty nightmares! That awful bridge leads to… the Tuxedo Club." The mention of this name was enough to make Flain and Vulk shudder. "Why, what's so bad about it?" M.C. asked, his usual lack of awareness of Mixopolis culture present.

"You'll see once we get to the other side of that door, man." Flain said. The four made their way upstairs, struggling to not slip over the azure coat of ice that layered the steps. With a great heave, they blasted the frozen door at the back of the hallway open, exposing what the Infernites feared: the bridge to the Tuxedo Club. The cold air was infectious to the heat-resistant lungs of the Infernites.

M.C. trailed along the bridge between the two buildings alongside the Infernites, who were stumbling in their steps. Even with his Infernite powers, M.C. was not feeling the same effects they were, bar the need to stay warm. With extreme effort, the four burst through the back door of the Tuxedo Club, surprised at the sight within.

From an overhead balcony, the four Mixels overlooked the pristine Tuxedo Club, a high budget and high luxury restaurant for the finest of Frosticons. A marbled floor housed round tables dressed in white cloth, a frozen fountain next to a piano constructed out of ice. A stage overlooked the dining hall. Compared to the Lava Lounge, this was infinitely more appealing, at least to M.C., the only downside being that it was filled to the brim with Frosticons, all of whom appeared to be shivering. "Wow! What a dump, heh!" Zorch exclaimed aloud, catching the attention of a security guard.

"Nope, nope. We do not need firestarters in here right now, out!" He pointed back to the door, but a flipper held up to his mouth silenced him. "No need, sir, at ease." A penguin-esque Frosticon dressed in a tuxedo and a top-hat slipped by Freezi-Breezi and approached the four. "My sincerest apologies, please excuse the aggression, our fair district is in a bit of a conundrum, I must say!" He tightened his bowtie, extending a flipper for M.C. to shake. "M.C., nice to meet you!"

"Flubbird, and the pleasure is all mine. We welcome you four in open arms, but I must ask, what is your reason for entry?" The penguin Mixel raised an eyebrow. "Um, with all due respect, sir…" Vulk began. "You guys are blasting ice into our district, what gives? What ever happened to the old owner here, too?" Flain finished, with a slightly aggressive tone. "I do believe we share the same issue, sir. For one, our leader, Flurr, has gone missing with his brothers, and with the city in peril they were likely Nixed. For two, a thick snowstorm has engulfed our district, originating from the central mountain. It's become too cold for even us cold-blooded Frosticons, so I must ask for the help of you Infernites." Flubbird said politely.

"What about Snoof's trio, where'd they go?" Zorch added, not giving Flain a chance to speak. "They're outside of the city, I'm afraid. No word has come from them in months." The three Infernites frowned. "Alright, sure. If no Frosticons can, let's do what we do best and burn some ice!" Flain said excitedly, much to the frowns of various Frosticons held up in the club.

With a kick, a shove, and maybe a blast of fire or two, the front door of the Tuxedo Club burst open and exposed the four Mixels to a cold unlike anything they had experienced before. Snow hit the four like Rockballs and the Infernites were forced to swiftly Max to even take a step. "Are all snowstorms supposed to be like this?" M.C. asked, essentially screaming over the sound of the thunderous blizzard.

M.C. and the Infernites Max traversed slowly through the Frosticons District as they were pelted by snow. It was apparent to M.C. that normally these streets were not buried in snowdrifts and thick sheets of ice. Sculptures constructed from dense ice, stands for ice cubes, and the Frosticons' igloo homes were all submerged within the whitened powder. Only the tallest of buildings such as giant freezers and district-exclusive foliage like popsicle trees peeked through the cold bed of snow.

"How… are ya holding up there… buddy?!" The Max cried out to M.C., struggling to step through the snow. "Hard to walk, but otherwise fine, why?" He responded, the cold was apparent to him, but it was not of great effect. "Guess you must be… cold-blooded… or something!" Hearing this, M.C. thought back to when Teslo attempted to scan him and received results similar to that of a Rainbow Cubit, but quickly dismissed the thought. One day he would find out his origin.

"My, my! A storm of comparable intensity has not occurred since the birth of the planet, fascinating!" Pippy had appeared beside the two, remarking at the situation the Frosticons District was plagued by. "Oh great, the heavenly gas ball returns, what now?" The Max was unamused, but M.C. was the opposite. "Hey, Pippy! What brings you here?"

"Oh, why this undocumented storm, of course! Nothing like this has occurred before, not even in the tribal landscapes. Mixopolis is truly something else." They stated. M.C.'s curiosity ignited, as per usual, but he turned to the Infernites Max instead. "So… What are - or were - the 'tribal landscapes' like?" He asked.

"Before the city, all twenty-four tribes had a landscape in an area we call Mixel Land. It was pretty common for tribes to not really know each other, with some exceptions. At some point, Klinkers Inc. hired the entire Weldos tribe to build this city before going bust. Thanks to only three Weldos, we have this city… And as you can see, we're even more separated here than we were there, man." The Max paused with a sigh. "There weren't the districts at first, but after the Nixels took over before, Mixels couldn't get along again. Most of the tribal leader council agreed they'd stop the fighting… but it only made things worse." They had stopped in their tracks now, the only thing colder than the blizzard being the emptiness in the three Infernites' hearts from the separation.

"Incredible. You mortals don't learn the crystal-clear lessons of your failures, and-" Pippy began to make a comment, but only to be cut off by the Infernites Max. "But that doesn't matter! M.C., you helped us reunite with the Cragsters and Electroids, and if that's possible, we can save this whole city! We know it, ha!" Fires burst from the Max as their determination flared up, M.C. returning a grin. "Very well. Maybe there is some hope to be found, besides, the journey of this monochrome one has been particularly intriguing. Well, the future of this planet rests in the hands of you Mixels, good luck!" Pippy said, before disappearing as per usual.

The two began their trail again. "Dude, if not for their help in freeing people, they'd be no better than a Nixel-" A thud interrupted the Infernites Max as they yelped out in pain, having jammed their foot into something hard enough to split the three apart. "OW! What the-?!" Flain cried out, before realizing what they had crashed into as Vulk and Zorch began to shiver. "Slumbo?"

Atop a frozen sled lay the azure Frosticon, who was fast asleep as if it were the middle of the night, let alone anywhere but the eye of a storm. It was Slumbo, doing what he does best. "Heh! Dude's a heavy sleeper, huh?" Zorch remarked through the cold, latching onto Vulk for warmth. "C-c-c-c'mon, let's wake him up." Vulk said, approaching the Frosticon as he began to warm up his super-heated hands by rubbing them together with extreme speed.

With only a gentle poke from Vulk, the heat was enough to shoot Slumbo awake, who yelped in response to the burn. "I wasn't sleeping on the job! …Huh?" In surprise, Slumbo turned to the Mixels before him. "Oh, it's just you guys, hey hey. What're you-" He was interrupted by a gust of wind, blowing a storm of snow onto the Frosticon that formed a detailed mustache and beard on his face. "What in the world is going on, guys?"

The five Mixels had continued for a moment, finding shelter in a small coffee stand, where the Infernites caught Slumbo up to speed. "So, you're telling me that I slept through the Nixels taking over the city, the arrival of a heavenly messenger, a tribe-shifting Mixel, and the BIGGEST blizzard to ever grace the planet?" He asked, mostly in disbelief. "Yeah. Pretty much, man." M.C. shrugged in response. Flain fitted a wooly viking helmet around his head prongs while Vulk and Zorch scavenged several scarves stored in the shop. The cold was getting to the Infernites.

With a sigh, Slumbo poured himself a cup of frozen coffee, sipping away at it while he assessed the situation. "Man, I needed this stuff. Keeps me out of those week-long slumbers." The drink sizzled as Slumbo's weary eyes began to open more. "Any ideas? Surely you know this place better than us, Slumbo." Vulk asked. "Hm… If we're going up that mountain, we aren't gonna be able to climb it. It goes pretty much vertical." He said. "Great, now we have to traipse around this blizzard looking for Flurr." Flain said, only for Zorch to chuckle. "No need, man. I gots an idea!" He said with a smirk, much to the concern of the other four Mixels.

Stepping back out into the snow, the storm slowed down for a brief moment, exposing the peak of the mountain where unnatural spikes of ice had erupted from its base. "So, what's your plan then?" M.C. asked Zorch. "Simple!" He responded, using his jet boosters to thaw the ice on Slumbo's sled. "You guys get onto this, and I sit at the back and use my boosters, and boom - we're on the peak! Heh!" Slumbo and Flain collectively sighed. "Are you sure there's no other- WHOA!" Flain began, only to have been rapidly placed on the sled with Slumbo, Vulk, and M.C. by Zorch, who ran around the end and began pushing.

"Here goes nothing!" Zorch activated his jet boosters as the other four Mixels held on tight, blasting through mounds of snow and ice at top speed, slowly increasing in altitude as they reached the bottom of the mountain. The other four screamed in fear as Zorch let out his usual laugh. "Ra-a-a-a-d fu-u-u-n!" M.C. worked up the courage to open his eye, only to be blasted with snow as the sled entered a cloud. They were nearing the top as the angle of the run only became more steep, and they began to slow down.

Zorch became wide eyed and his grin faded as he realized what was happening. He wasn't going to be able to reach the top. "Uh oh." He exclaimed as the other Mixels looked back. "We shouldn't be slowing down, keep running!" M.C. cried out. "I can't, it's too steep! Slumbo, what do we-" Zorch replied and asked, only to find the Frosticon had drifted back asleep. Vulk looked at Slumbo and Flain, and had an idea. "Guys, catch!" He pulled out a red-blue Cubit and threw it to Flain, who caught it and immediately lit up. "Hows about we Mix it?" Flain turned to Slumbo and asked. "...to Fix it!" Slumbo finished, shooting awake at the words.

The Infernite and Frosticon both grabbed the Cubit, which exploded and formed a cotton candy machine, the two Mixels whirling around inside at extreme speed. With a hand formed by the Cubit holding a stick, it reached into the machine, scooping up the two Mixels and forming a Mix. They resembled a jet engine, cylindrical in shape and ending with a gaping maw of fire.

"Hold on tight, guys!" The Mix cried out as it repositioned itself towards the end of the sled. "Can't do this much longer!" Zorch said aloud, starting to grind to a halt. With a whir, the Mix began to fire a blast of flame, sending the sled hurtling up the slope as it became vertical. "WHOA!" Zorch cried out, barely hanging onto the sled with the force of its ascent. Fire turned to ice as the Mix began to freeze over, having exerted itself and splitting apart as the peak came into view, the sled shooting high above it and halting in mid-air for just a moment. The five Mixels looked back down before hurtling toward the peak, crashing into it.

"Told ya it'd work, heh!" Zorch joked, still stuck face down in the ground. M.C. was the first to peel himself from the ground, and what he saw was something else entirely. The peak was massive, an ice cream path rounding a lake of chocolate with an icy igloo and popsicle trees everywhere. "Whoa, does somebody live here?" He asked. "Looks almost like the Frosticons' housing areas from Mixel Land, huh." Vulk added, examining the area. "This place is neat. You ever seen this, man?" Flain turned to Slumbo, who had already dozed off atop the sled.

Walking around, M.C. witnessed something he hadn't before: a full view of Mixopolis. From the peak, he was looking down on even the tallest of the central buildings. The architecture was diverse, with buildings of many alternating colors and shapes dotting the skyline. A grim reminder loomed over M.C. as smoke billowed from a skyscraper, evidence of the Nixel threat advancing. It should've been a warning sign to M.C., but it only motivated him even further, strengthening his will to help reunite Mixel-kind.

A blast of ice that flash froze Slumbo was enough to alert the other four. "What the?!" Flain looked around, but the source was unseen. The sound of a woosh overhead caught M.C.'s attention, and he sighted a form above. "There!" He cried out, as more shards of ice came flying towards the group. "I only know one Mixel who flies and breathes ice… that's gots to be Flurr!" Flain said. "There's a lotta flying Mixels that breathe ice, man." Zorch refuted.

Flurr soared down towards the group, having been Nixed. Ice rained down around the three Infernites as they blasted through with their flame. "Clearly those Nixels blasted through here! Buy me time, I've gots an idea!" Vulk said, ducking aside. "I've got you!" M.C. cried out, activating his Electroid abilities and forming a pylon on his back. Bolts of electricity flew past Flurr, who dodged them with grace and returned fire with his ice. "You ain't dodging this!" Flain cried out, his head proceeding to erupt with a volley of fireballs, all of which missed and crashed into the ground around them, weakening the support of the icy peak.

Vulk hastily arrived at the now-frozen sled, with Slumbo encased inside. "Oh, come on…" He slapped his hands together, proceeding to rub them at blazing speeds until they glowed a blinding light. "It's…" He began, placing his white-hot fingers on the ice, turning it to water immediately and causing Slumbo to shoot awake from the presence of the heat. Looking to Vulk, and noticing a Nixed Flurr attacking the other three, he immediately knew what was to be done. "Bar-B-Cube time?"

As Flurr looped around the three Mixels as if a Vultawk Mixamal, a sizzle piqued the ears of the four. Increasing in volume, Flurr looked to its source, only to be blasted in the face with a Bar-B-Cube the size of a tree, stunning him and causing him to crash to the ground. "Nice shot!" M.C. said with a smile, looking at the newly formed Slumbo & Vulk Mix. Their hatch sizzled, a great deal of energy having been used to fire off the freezing-hot snack.

With a whistle, Pippy appeared, locking down their sights on the crash-landed Flurr and freeing him with the usual beam of light. Although their job was finished, they paused, catching a glimpse of something. "What's up?" M.C. tried to ask, but Pippy was enamored, floating towards the edge of the peak and overlooking the main district of Mixopolis. Just as M.C. had been, Pippy was amazed. "Huh, the all-seeing messenger spies a new sight?" M.C.'s words startled Pippy as they zoned in once more. "I… Um…" They froze, a surprised expression had formed across their eyes. "I haven't really… seen the full skyline of Mixopolis before."

"You and I both, it's really somethin' else if it impresses you, huh?" M.C. added, looking out at the horizon. "You do realize what you're up against, right, mortal?" Pippy asked, having caught a glimpse of the Nixels pouring through the streets below. "Not really… I mean, I met their Major, fought a Nixel the size of a building… But I don't know anything about their king." M.C. said, somewhat worried. "Hm. If you are to be their savior, you must learn. Fast." Pippy stated. "Yeah, I… Wait, what? Their 'savior'? I've been here for a day, what're you-" But Pippy was gone, as was the usual.

M.C. was confused, but soon laughed, clearly Pippy was warming up to him in whatever weird ways a heavenly entity would. He returned his gaze to the other Mixels, who had crowded around Flurr as the Frosticon began to stir. "Ugh… What happened..?" Flurr opened his eyes to the sight of the gathered Mixels, and quickly sprung to his feet. "Hey-hey! I don't wanna be alarming, but you guys need to, uh, get outta here!" Panic was evident in his voice, much to the confusion of the others. "Whaddya mean?" Vulk asked.

A deafening stomp answered this question, one with enough force to spring the gathered Mixels into the air for a moment. "That's what I mean!" Flurr said, another stomp launching the Mixels upwards. The source of this noise came from the igloo as a loud grunt was heard. A small shadow formed at its entrance, coming from whatever was making the racket. "Dude, that thing's tiny, don't worry about it!" Zorch shrugged, immediately being disproved when the igloo exploded, sending chunks of ice flying as the Infernite's pupils widened. Standing before the Mixels was a buff, humanoid Nixel Mix, possibly made up of several dozen or more. An icy beard had formed on the Mix as it hoisted a spiky club from it's snow-laced shoulders. "Tiny, huh?" Slumbo said to Zorch, annoyed.

The Mix slammed its club into the ground, scattering the Mixels as they began to form a course of action. Vulk and Flain crashed into M.C. from the force of the attack, nearly dragging all three over the edge of the peak. "Ow… Wait, look!" Flain said, recovering from the impact. He pointed to the Mix, which had already turned to swat at Flurr, who was flying loops around it. "It's got… a Cubit shard in its chest!" Vulk added, the azure gleam of the shard catching M.C.'s eye. "You took down one of these monsters before, so what's the plan, man?" Flain looked to M.C. eagerly, who only went blank in response. "Dude, I did that without thinking! I've been here for like, a day, I ain't a planner!"

With the power of the Cubit shard, the Nixel Mix spewed icicles towards Slumbo like bullets, who simply stood still and let his immense strength do the act of making them bounce back off his stomach as if they were pillows. On that note, they seemed to tickle, as Slumbo started to laugh. The Mix roared and grabbed the Frosticon in cupped hands, proceeding to launch him at intense velocity towards Flain, Vulk and M.C., crashing into the ice. "We've gots to get that shard out of its chest! It's got ice power better than any Frosticon!" He said, turning to face the other three without a bruise.

"Gotcha covered!" A Mix between Zorch and Flurr struck the Mix at blazing speed while it attempted to advance towards Slumbo. M.C. and Flain struggled to pull Slumbo from the ice while the Mix struck at the titanic Nixel Mix. "That thing is too strong… Wait, I gots an idea." Flain said, turning his gaze to M.C. "Your Mixes amplify the abilities of whoever you Mix with, so…" He then turned to Slumbo. "Hope it doesn't amplify my sleep? Sure!" Slumbo said, lighting up at the idea. With the touch of a Cubit, the two were sucked into a milkshake cup and shook until it exploded, giving way to their Mix.

"Oh yeah! Now, whatever you do, don't-" Flain started, before realizing the Mix had already dozed off. "Fall asleep, man." As the Flurr & Zorch Mix bombarded the Nixel Mix, it gradually lost interest at the sighting of the M.C. & Slumbo Mix, approaching it and roaring. This did nothing to wake them up as they drooled and snored, angering the Nixel Mix even further. It roared and attempted to punch the Mix with extreme force, causing a shockwave powerful enough to scatter clouds for miles and crack every inch of ice on the peak. The other Mixels looked on in horror, which quickly turned to surprise as the Nixel reeled back, roaring in pain. The Mix had been completely unscathed thanks to Slumbo's immense strength, and began to wake up. "Huh? Oh, right. My turn!"

With a single punch, the Nixel Mix was blown apart, splitting into the several dozen Nixels. "Nobody interrupts my sleep!" Slumbo said as he split from M.C., the others starting to laugh. Flurr caught the Cubit shard in his mouth as it fell back down to the peak, having been launched upwards by the punch. "I gots it! Now, how do we-" He flew back to the group, but the sound of ice cracking interrupted him. Chunks of ice began to fly up from where the Mixels stood. The peak was giving way. Without missing a beat, Slumbo dashed over to the sled and threw it at the group, managing to mount all but Flurr on top of it as it slid under them. "Brace yourselves!" He cried as he leaped onto the end of the wooden sled, cramped to the brim with the five Mixels atop it.

No sooner had Slumbo mounted the sled did the peak shatter, sending ice flying in every direction as if it were a volcano of the Infernites District. The five Mixels held on for dear life as the sled rocketed downhill. "Dude, what about the shard?" Flain asked as Flurr broke through the clouds, catching up with the sled. "No worries, I got it-" He attempted to mouth through the shard, only to slam into a popsicle tree, sending the shard flying. "No!" M.C. cried out in shock. "Uh, guys. We might have a bigger problem." Vulk said, having turned around to look up the mountain.

The Nixel Mix had reformed, and was rushing down the mountain at extreme speed. It slammed into the sled and plowed its fists into the hill, launching hundreds of chunks of rock and ice outwards, as well as the group. Flurr finally recovered and soared towards the Mixels as they plummeted to the ground. He had one shot, and he knew exactly what to do.

"M.C., catch!" He turned his head to face Flurr, and caught sight of a Rainbow Cubit being flung at high speed. Catching it with precision, he knew what would follow as Flurr bit into it, activating the Cubit. The two were shuffled between cards and laid out on a table, being shuffled once more and forming a spring-loaded Mix.

Without hesitation, the Mix landed on a loose chunk of ice and used it as a springboard, launching towards the flying sled. Catching sight of the other Mixels in the air, they knew exactly what to do. Kicking the sled back to them, the Mix began breathing ice that formed a rollercoaster ride for the sled to ride. The four Mixels grabbed ahold of the sled as it crashed into the newly-formed coaster, sledding along its path. "Rad fun!" Flain exclaimed as he recovered from the experience.

Mounting the front of the sled, the Mix turned to face the collapsing mountain as the Nixel Mix drifted down it. "We've gots to stop it!" They formed a loop of ice, shifting direction of the course towards the Mix. "Flain, Slumbo! You guys remember that time we played ice half pipe?" They asked. Flain and Slumbo both pondered this for a moment, before recalling the event. "Yeah, it was great!" Slumbo said, enthusiastically. "Yeah, because you didn't end up frozen, man." Flain said, a lot less enthusiastically.

"Well, get ready!" The Mix said, breathing one final shot of ice and forming a half pipe positioned near the Nixel Mix. It roared as it attempted to leap towards the ice, but its attempts were futile. The sled rocketed out of the half pipe, launching all four Mixels towards the Mix. In mid-air, the Infernites Maxed and launched a solid blow on the Mix, launching it back into the rock. It attempted to get up one last time, but a body-slam from Slumbo was enough to ensure this would not be the case as it split apart one final time, the Nixels dazed from the blow.

"We did it!" The Infernites Max cheered as the M.C. & Flurr Mix regrouped with the two. "Right, now all we need to do is… Wait a minute." The Mix said, realizing the mountain was collapsing above them. "Uh oh." Gallons of ice, snow and rock crashed down on the Mixels, burying them and the base of the mountain in clouds of smoke. Despite this, the clouds that once formed around the mountain that battered the district with a blizzard began to dissipate, the snow finally stopping.

Zorch was the first to burst through the rubble and begin hauling the others out. "That was totally awesome! Why'd you guys never bring me sledding before?" He said, helping Flain and Flurr out. "Didn't think you'd be interested with all the pranking you used to do, ha!" Flain said. M.C. and Vulk too climbed out of the debris, coughing from the experience. "Well, once was enough to tell me whether I like sledding or not!" M.C. said, much to the amusement of Flurr and Flain.

A muffled voice sounding from under the rubble caught the attention of Vulk. "Oh, that's gots to be Slumbo. Hang on, buddy!" He eagerly clapped his hands, warming them up and preparing to bust through the pile of ice. "Uh, that's not-" Flurr started, but Vulk had already burst apart the ice, revealing the head of a stunned Lunk, gasping for air. "Huh?! Oh, hey Vulk."

"Lunk? What in the world were you doing out in the storm?" Slumbo asked. "Uh, going to the Flexers District." He responded, slowly pulling himself up from the ground. "Why? That place has gots to be the safest in the city now with how high up it is." Flain said, puzzled at Lunk's intentions. "No, the Nixels climbed up the anchors! When the storm cleared, I saw them, so I started moving to help our Flexer friends!" He said, worried for the tribe.

"Of course, count on those pests to get up there now that they can Mix. Zorch, could you-" Flain said, but Zorch skidded to a halt beside him, having read his mind and bolted to the Flexers District and back. "Yep! Dozens of Nixels, mostly Mixed, and guess who else?" Zorch said. "Man, this isn't time for games, who?" M.C. asked. "Who else but that Pyrrat crook we met with Fuzer! What was his name again? Kablammo? Bummo?" Zorch wondered.

"Doesn't matter, if there's a Pyrrat, they're obviously trying to steal the floating ships! This is really bad. All the mucks in the city are kept up there!" Flurr said, alarmed. "...Mucks?" M.C. asked. "It's our currency, we use it to pay for things, man." Flain said. "Look, the more of us there are up there, the more likely we'll be spotted. You guys go on ahead, us three Infernites will stay and help clean this place up!" He added, looking around to see chunks of stone and ice everywhere.

M.C. held out his hand to Flain for a fist bump, only to keep it wide open as Flain curled his fist and placed it inside M.C.'s hand, just as they had before. "Stay safe, man. See ya back here soon!" Flain said to M.C., who smiled in response. "Yeah, you've gots this man!" Zorch added. "Don't get Nixed! …If you even can." Vulk finished.

"Alright, Frosticons, let's go save some Flexers!" M.C. said with confidence, activating his Frosticon abilities for the first time and turning to a bright azure color. "That's the spirit, man! However…" Flurr said, looking to both Slumbo and Lunk. Slumbo had once again drifted asleep, while Lunk was walking in the direction of the Flexers District, one unbearably slow step at a time.

Tassy plowed through melting snow as he powered through the once-again lively streets of the Frosticons District. M.C. had called for the living taxi as a means of getting to the Flexers District with Slumbo, Flurr and Lunk, even if it was super cramped with Save tagging along as well. "Y'know, facing an unsplittable Murp and a Nixed boxer champion were cool enough… BUT SLEDDING DOWN A COLLAPSING MOUNTAIN AS A TITANIC NIXEL MIX GIVES CHASE? Oh-ho, this is just the scoop I need to break into the Mix TV writing gigs! Your adventures are really something else, M.C.!" Save exclaimed excitedly after processing the recap the monochrome Mixel had just relayed to him, sharpening his pencil with a hatch on the back of his head and hastily scribbling bullet points into his notebook.

"Don't forget the historic storm part. Even Pippy seemed impressed by that!" M.C. added, the sound of Save's pencil writing away being omnipresent. "No offense, but they don't really take stories from folk other than Newzers up there, man." Flurr said to Save, who was not deterred. "Not if I have a story they just can't refuse! Besides, who says only the occupation tribes get to do those jobs?" He said excitedly, the enthusiasm rubbing off on both M.C. and Flurr. "Heh, maybe it's worth a shot. We are going to save the entire city's money reserves, after all." Slumbo said with a yawn, stretching awake in the front seat. Lunk seemed distant from the others, simply staring out of the windscreen with a distraught expression.

"Hey, Lunk, wasn't it? You good, man?" M.C. finally asked. "Oh, uh… Yeah, don't worry about it." He said, without even turning his head to face the Mixel, which concerned the three. Save couldn't care less and was still scribbling away on his notebook. "Alright, lads, we've arrived at this here district!" Tassy swerved to a halt and opened his doors, the Frosticons and M.C. shuffling out. "I won't be getting ya up there, however."

M.C. looked surprised as he gazed upon a clearing, housing several massive anchors hooked to large rocks. Some worn-down slingshots dotted the area. If this was the Flexers District, it was not only very small, but very barren too. "Huh, guess these guys don't have traditional houses?" M.C. said, before Flurr nodded his head upwards, and with that, M.C. gazed upwards, in awe of the sight above him. The anchors belonged to several titanic airships, floating with the aid of colossal propellers stationed around the decks. To add to the absurdity, houses appeared to be suspended in midair from the ship hulls, attached by strings.

"Well, we're off to the Lava Lounge, get in touch soon with the scoop!" Save said as he slammed Tassy's back door shut. "Mixelball championships are back on! I'm not missing Rogg and Cranok's Cragster team beating the Infernites on the telly, innit!" With that, the living taxi sped off, leftover snow kicking up where he drove. "Alright then. Uh, how do we get up?" M.C. fixed his gaze back on the floating Flexers District as a recognizable sound answered his question: that of a Cubit activating. "Leave that to us!" The Frosticons Max overlooked M.C., cupping him up in their arms as they soared upwards with concentrated blasts of ice from their feet.

M.C. screamed as the two rocketed through the clouds, passing by hundreds of Flexers homes in seconds. The Max was used to this, all Maxes could naturally fly for a short time, anyway. With the edge of a ship's deck in sight, the Max bumped into a house, sending M.C. flying upwards as he cried out in fear. Looping around, they caught M.C. once more and mounted the deck, splitting apart. "Let's… never do that again. Ever." M.C. said, shaking. "My bad, poor depth perception." Flurr said as the other two laughed from the experience.

"Nix nix?" An all too familiar sound was enough to make the four immediately duck behind a large, muck-filled barrel, Slumbo forcefully dragging Lunk into cover due to his speed. A small-sized Nixel Mix looked to the edge of the deck where the Mixels had previously stood, having been alerted by the sound of them. "Nix… Nix, nix." The Nixel shrugged and continued about their business, picking up the barrel the four were hiding behind. "Nix? NIX!" It yelled, before being frozen solid by Flurr. "Shh… This place is swarming with 'em, move quietly." Slumbo whispered as M.C. and Lunk began to hoist the frozen Nixel upwards, placing it inside of the Muck barrel.

The four creeped along the lavish redwood deck, ducking behind masts as Nixels shone spotlights along the ship. It was littered with lumbering Nixed Mixels and Nixels both Mixed and single. "Ugh, we're not gonna get far like this. If only I could soar up and get some recon without being seen…" Flurr said. M.C. thought for a moment, and lit up with a thought. He quietly whistled, alarming the Frosticons as Pippy appeared. "Greetings… Er, what did you call me for?" They spoke loudly, prompting M.C. to hold a hand up to the angelic being. "Keep your voice down! There's Nixels everywhere… Um, I realize you don't have a mouth, sorry." He whispered, prompting Pippy to let out a silent chuckle. "Allow me to presume, you need me to observe the surroundings?" They said quietly, being met with a nod from all four Mixels. "You know, this would be considered outside of my helping quota assigned to me by the divine Maximum Mixel…" M.C.'s expression turned to one similar to that of a sad puppy, which caught Pippy's attention. "...But, I don't think they would mind if I did this."

Pippy dissipated, reappearing high above the ship and overlooking it. A Nixel manning a spotlight immediately caught wind of their movement and shone a light towards them, but saw nothing. Little did the Nixel know, but Pippy had altered their color to a light gray, blending in with a passing cloud. Spotting the laboring Mixels and many Nixels, they blipped away again, returning to the four Mixels.

"Five Nixels manning spotlights on the masts, take them out and those on the deck shall be a cakewalk." They said, having already figured out a battle plan. "You guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Lunk asked, now holding a Rainbow Cubit. Slumbo too pulled out a Frosticons Cubit as the four Mixels grinned, knowing what to do. With a touch of each Cubit, M.C. Mixed with Lunk and Slumbo with Flurr. "We'll take out the spotlights, you guys work with Pippy and free the Mixels!" The Slumbo & Flurr Mix said, proceeding to soar upwards and begin their work.

"Alright, let's kick some Nixed butt!" The Mix said in Lunk's voice, forming two icy swords from their hands. Peeking around the corner, they spotted various Nixed Flexers hauling barrels and other goods towards the edge, throwing them overboard at the command of the Nixels present, much to their laughter. The time to act was now. Forcing themself around the mast, they stared down the Nixels, pointing their swords towards them. "That's enough! Prepare to meet icy justice!" They prepared to charge the Nixels, only to begin moving at a snail's pace. Lunk's stubby feet had carried over into the Mix as they went wide-eyed.

Meanwhile, the other Mix swiftly and stealthily froze Nixels that were manning the spotlights, making sure to not alert the others. After leaping to the final mast and taking out the guard, they caught a glimpse of an unfortunate, but expected scenario. The M.C. & Lunk Mix was surrounded by Nixed Mixels and Nixels. One bulky Flexer lifted up a barrel and slammed it against the Mix, only for it to shatter like glass. Lunk may be slow, but he has a thick, icy exo-skeleton. One that is hard to damage.

"Our turn!" Stumbling around, the Mix used its ice swords to knock back the Nixed Mixels and stun them, giving Pippy a chance to swoop in and restore their colors with a blast of light. The Slumbo & Flurr Mix then crashed back down into the deck, pummeling a Nixel Mix with their claws and launching it into a crowd of Nixels. "I'd say that went well!" M.C. said, splitting from Lunk and beginning to help the newly-freed Mixels to their feet. "Oh, I forgot to mention." Pippy startled the Mixels, appearing out of nowhere. "There is another at the wheel. Better get on that." They stated.

The four Mixels scampered along the deck and spotted the Mixel manning the wheel, along with a muscular Nixel. "NIX!" It cried out, leaping down the ship and halting before the Mixels. "You guys get the Mixel. Leave this one to me." Slumbo held out his arm to stop the others from approaching the Nixel. They nodded and slipped by as the Muscle Nixel laughed. "Nix, nix. NIX!" It quickly struck a blow to Slumbo's stomach with enough force to create a shockwave that shook the ship. However, the Frosticon didn't even flinch. Instead, the Muscle Nixel recoiled in pain, having completely shattered the shell around its arm.

The other three stormed the deck, confronting the Nixed Mixel, but Flurr and Lunk froze at the sight. "Oh schnixel, it's Balk!" Flurr exclaimed, before taking a curled tentacle punch to the face. The Flexer had extended his tentacles and was throwing punches at the three, however, few of these landed. "Huh. You're up, Pippy!" M.C. cried and whistled, the messenger appearing behind Balk and freeing him with a ray of light. "It would appear that was almost too easy. You have overextended the allowance of my assistance, so I shall bid you farewell until another lost Mixel is encountered. Toodles!" They said before disappearing once more.

"Ugh… What Electroid made the lightbulb sun so bright… Huh?" Balk stirred and opened his eyes, his colors now restored and his mind freed. As his vision ceased to blur, an azure form overlooking him became clearer - one he didn't want to see: Lunk. He shot up to his feet and took a step back from the Frosticon, grunting. "What are you doing here, bozo?" Balk said, coldly. "I…" Lunk started, but was overcome with emotion at Balk's words.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! It's okay, man, we're here to help!" Flurr swooped in, landing in front of Lunk as M.C. caught up beside him. "Oh, howdy Flu-u-urr!" Balk said, a complete shift to a cheery tone from the cold way he addressed Lunk. "Who's this little Mixel with ya?" He turned his gaze to M.C., who held out a hand to introduce himself. "Hey, I'm M.C., nice to meet you!" He said as Balk rapidly shook his hand with his right tentacle. "Balk! Glad to have a new frie-e-end!"

"Man, those big Nixels just don't stop! Felt a tickle before it gave up - broke both arms." Slumbo approached. "Hey-hey, Balk. Any idea what those Nixels were up to?" He asked. "Yeah, yeah! They tried to get the ships to move so they could take all the Mucks with 'em! Those Nixels don't even realize the anchors were holding em' in place, haha!" Balk laughed aloud. "Huh, guess that settles it. Looks like we're all wrapped up here." Flurr said, smiling. "Nah, we can't dismiss things until we go find Kraw and Tentro. C'mon, let's go-o-o-o-o!" Balk said, bouncing in place before taking off down the deck. He didn't stop for a second to glance at Lunk, who had become visibly upset. Flurr and Slumbo followed, but M.C. stayed behind after noticing Lunk.

"C'mon, something's up. How come Balk seemed so hostile to you but cheery to us?" M.C. asked, looking to Lunk with curiosity and concern. "I… I don't wanna talk about it. Come on, let's move." Lunk said, dismissing M.C. and beginning to slowly trudge after the other Mixels. M.C. was worried, but shrugged it off, there was nothing he could do for now. As he trotted along, he never noticed a figure that had silently observed the entire ordeal.

"Yarr… Of course there be anchors! Ye Nixels are hopeless." The Pyrrat said, having overlooked the situation from the crow's nest. "Well, never leave a fool for a captain's job, they say…" Kabum leaped from the mast and landed with grace at the poop deck. He was in his type of environment, but the deck was a mess of stunned Nixels. "Blimey! Me hearties, ye can't be serious. Get yer mitts on deck, this loot be ripe for taking!"

M.C. and the four Mixels descended down a pathway made from net that connected each sky-ship. "The neighbourhood is right along here, c'mon!" Balk said as he eagerly trotted along the way. He stopped before an almost-vertical net that connected to a floating platform below, housing a larger propellor underneath. "And here we are! Last one down is a rotten egg-rock!" He yelled before rocketing downwards with the aid of his stretchy tentacles, using them as if they were the elastic of a slingshot. "He seems fun." M.C. said as the hammer-headed Flexer crashed head first into the platform.

Flurr soared down and helped back up while the other three followed down the net, the Flexer leaping from the ground with his eyes spinning. "I do that often, don't worry. Anyway… Here we are!" He yelled out, the other four catching a glimpse of the true body of the Flexers District.

Dozens of houses dotted the horizon, all dangling from the hulls of the various sky-ships with rubber supports. Architecture ranged from mixes of brown and teal wood to buildings resembling food items, such as donuts. A conveyor belt looping around the district carried tea cups and hamlogna sandwiches, keeping the Mixels of the district refreshed. To M.C., this district was unlike anything he had seen before, especially since Flexers were everywhere in sight.

"Whoa, Balk! What's it like up the-e-e-ere?" A horned Flexer with two tentacle arms ran up and asked. "Not bad, Squiddo! They didn't even realize we're down here, and those that were there are done for, all thanks to Flurr, Slumbo, and this new guy, M.C.-e-e-e!" Balk cheered as the three smiled, Lunk isolated. Flurr looked back to his brother with concern, he didn't know what was going on between him and Balk, but it worried him. "Hey, Lunk helped too, man. If he didn't Mix with M.C…" Slumbo looked in concern. "I mean, we did most of the work, dude." Balk didn't respond to any of this, and instead remained cheerful about the state of the district.

The group moved towards a main square in which many Flexers were gathered, another net connecting the square to the other floating platforms. It was both a gathering square and a large square of wood, dotted with benches, lamps, and many tables for Flexers to enjoy their city-famous tea. "C'mon, have a seat!" Balk said, as he plopped down beside a bench, ignoring it entirely. "Uh, look. I don't think we really have time for-" Lunk started.

"Whoa, Frosticons?! I thought you guys were done fo-o-o-r with that huge storm!" A slug-esque Flexer commented at the sight of the three azure Mixels. "I mean, we were kinda chilled, then M.C. and the Infernites showed up…" Flurr responded. "Huh, those two tribes working together? What is this, some pre-Mixamajig nonsense?" A Flexer resembling a jellyfish added, a few more Flexers gathering around out of interest.

"Pre-Mixamajig, whaddya mean?" M.C. asked. "What, you live under a rock, colorless? Plenty of tribes been at odds since the Mixamajig scam, and then the I-Cubi-i-i-it went and did it worse!" Spit flew from the aggressive mouth of a Flexer akin to a seahorse. "Whoa, okay, uh… Couldn't you guys just maybe put aside your differences..?" M.C. backed up and forced a smile, forming a look of anger on the Flexer. "Workin' with these icy freaks, no way, no how!" He crossed his tentacle arms as other Flexers barked out in agreement. "Yeah, Mixin's for the weak!" "I'd be caught Nixed before being caught Mixed." "Aeugh."

"ENOUGH!" Slumbo bellowed, catching the attention of all Flexers present. He raised his hand to make a point, only to begin snoring before collapsing to the ground asleep. The other Flexers looked to the group and shrugged, moving away. "Alright then. Let's just… get a move on already." Flurr said. "Right! Let's go find Kraw and Tentro." Balk said, beginning to trot along again.

M.C. stood still, he was pondering what some of those Flexers had said, and it confused him. Mixels unwilling to Mix hadn't really crossed his mind just yet, even if he had been informed that things in Mixopolis weren't so cheery by Flain. Still, they had a common enemy to fight. Spats at one another would solve nothing, and yet the Mixels were doing it anyway. "Maybe that's what's gotten into Lunk and Balk…" He thought to himself.

"Yo, come on, man. Help me get Slumbo up and moving." Lunk turned to M.C. as Slumbo snored away. "Right, coming!" He said, activating his Cragster abilities for the added strength as the two struggled to lift the Frosticon.

"So, who are we finding first?" M.C. asked as the group moved along a pristine walkway overlooking a suspended platform, where several Flexers appeared to be playing a game of hoccer, a combination of football and hockey. Flurr was enthralled by the entire district, likely due to him being the only non-Flexer able to easily traverse it.

"Simple! Kraw is usually everywhere at once, but Tentro rarely leaves his place. So, naturally, we're gonna get him first!" Balk said, excited. "And look at that! There's his house." He halted as the Mixels looked toward a Flexer-styled house, with a roof resembling whipped cream. "Wait… Rarely leaves his place? I thought he was super-sociable and-" Lunk started, but the sound of Balk slamming the door with his head as a gesture of knocking cut him off. "OH, TENTRO-O-O-O-O?!"

He stopped as the door creaked open a smidge, a pair of eyes peeking out from the darkness. "Uh… Who's there?" The Flexer asked. "C'mon, bro, you know who it is! Not to mention we've gots company in the form of Frosticons!" Balk replied enthusiastically. A short pause passed, and the door slammed shut, the sounds of locks being adjusted the only sign Tentro was still there. After a moment, the door opened, revealing the squid-esque Flexer. "YO-O-O-O!" Balk quickly grabbed his brother in his tentacles and gave him a big hug, which cracked a smile across the nervous Flexer's face. "Heh… Hey all, c-c'mon in."

Entering Tentro's home, M.C. noted how organized the place was. Shelves were dotted with a collection of unique and antique tea cups alongside ceramic figurines unlike those Shuff had on display before. Crates piled up in the corners, one overflowing with various stationery as well as a water-logged sheet of paper with a large number inscribed into it, as if it were once used by the judge of a competition. "More pristine than the Tuxedo Club in here, wow." Slumbo remarked.

"So… What brings you guys here? Are you taking shelter from the Nixels above? D-did they get under?!" Tentro asked, a sense of panic coming over him. "Nah. We beat em' easily-y-y-y! Just lookin' for you and Kraw to make sure neither of ya got Nixed." Balk said, bouncing around the room and knocking things over.

"Oh. Well, I gots no clue where Kraw is, so… Good luck!" Tentro said as he gestured for them to leave. "Hold on, bro. We need ya to come look with us!" Balk said, halting Tentro as he attempted to usher the group out. "Huh?" Tentro seemed confused, and nervous. "I mean, if there's Nixels laying around, it wouldn't hurt to have you and your super-strong tentacles." Flurr chimed in. "Yeah, we don't even know if Kraw made it out unscathed or not. I don't wanna see what Nixing does to someone like him without backup." Slumbo added. Tentro turned to Lunk, who nodded in agreement, not saying a word. "I mean, the more the merrier, right?" M.C. said.

"Look, I appreciate this, but what if I mess up? Don't you remember when the anchors came loose and I…" Tentro stopped. "Ah, that's your darned lack of confidence speaking! Just come on, you'll do great!" Balk smiled, the other Mixels joining in too. With a sigh, Tentro conceded. "Alright, fine. Maybe Kraw went to go guard the Muck Vault. Let's start there." He suggested. "Great! Off we go-o-o-o-o!" Balk said, springing out of the house.

The other Mixels cleared out, but Lunk stayed back, alerting Tentro. "Hey, bud. You OK?" He asked the sullen Frosticon. "It's just… Balk. He won't even look at me anymore." He said through teary eyes. "Hey, look. I'll try and talk to him, maybe…" Tentro started, but Lunk already began walking out, even if he was doing so very, very slowly.

"Right! The vault should be a few jumps across." Balk looked out over the horizon of dangling buildings, the vast majority of them not connected by the same path as before. "Jumps? You mean we're gonna leap over?!" M.C. asked in surprise. "Heh, we didn't design this place for Mixels other than Flexers, y'know! But you know how we Mixels roll, don't cha?" Balk turned to M.C., pulling out a Rainbow Cubit. "Let's Mix it…" He started.

"To cross it..!" M.C. grabbed ahold of the Cubit and the two were lined up in a dishwasher alongside plates and cups as the ore's illusion activated. As the door slammed shut and washing liquid flooded the interior, the force of Mixing instantly blasted the machine apart, revealing the hammer-headed jokester Mix. "We're gonna play…" They wrapped their tentacles around the railing and began pulling backwards, driving their three feet into the wooden platform. As their tentacles hardened from the stress, they halted. "SLINGSHOT!" And with that, they released their feet and rocketed into the horizon.

"I wanted to play slingshot… Hey, Tentro. Wanna…" Lunk turned to the Flexer, only to find he had Mixed with Slumbo. "Oh, sorry bro. You snooze, you lose!" The Mix said before leaping out and grappling along the platforms. Lunk sighed as he turned to Flurr. "Awfully ironic of Slumbo to say that. I gots no Cubits left, guess we'll have to do this the hard way…" The Frosticon dragon said. Lunk latched onto Flurr's feet as he awkwardly flapped after the two Mixes.

The two Mixes raced each other as they zipped from platform to platform and rope to rope. Although not the dominant Mixel in the Mix, M.C. was seeing the world of the Flexers through the eyes of Balk, and it was truly marvelous. "Y'know we can hear each other's thoughts in here, right?" The Mix said aloud through Balk's voice. M.C.'s subconscious became aware in this moment, whisked away to another plane with Balk's while the Mix carried on. "Heh, sup." Balk said.

"How in the- what?!" M.C. asked as he drifted around the blank plane, free of gravity. "Eh, don't worry about it. Whenever Mixels Mix, their minds just kinda form a new one while the old ones go to this place until the Mix ends, they just never notice it. That's where I come in! I do this to prank Tentro a lot, hehe." Balk said. "I… Wow. You said we can read each other's thoughts, right?" M.C. asked.

"Pretty much! Speaking of, uh… You've got no memories past waking up in the Infernites District. What the heck is up with that?" Balk asked. M.C. grew uncomfortable at the thought of this. "No memories? You mean there's literally nothing? …I guess that'd explain why I don't know much…" M.C. said, but his thoughts were interrupted with a more pressing opportunity occurring to him.

"Sorry, but I've gots to ask. What the heck is going on between you and Lunk? How can you be so mean to him?" He asked, perhaps a bit rudely. Balk went stone-faced. "Uh… Argh, look, maybe I've been a tad rude to the guy, but I ain't talking about it! What goes on is my business, dude." He said, crossing his tentacles grumpily.

"So, what was that about reading thoughts?" M.C. asked, a smirk growing across his face. Balk's eyes widened as M.C. leaped right through him, his thoughts being read by M.C. After a moment of disorientation as he drifted through the open plane, M.C. came to. "Okay, seeing all of your memories took a moment to process, but… you guys were best friends, playing slingshot together all the time… And then after he crashed your party once, you got mad? Isn't that a bit petty, man?"

"It's… I-i-i-it's not just that! Ever since we came to Mixopolis after the I-Cubit nonsense, he's missed ALL of my birthday parties! What kinda friend DOES THAT?!" Balk yelled. "Dude, have you even thought to ask him about it?" M.C. refuted. The two were arguing within the subconscious of the Mix, and it started to affect it.

Meanwhile, the Mix, unaware of the subconscious shenanigans occurring within its mind, landed on the platform. "Well, here we a-a-a-are!" They yelled out, overlooking a colossal black and white vault. "Wow, that thing's huge!" The Slumbo & Tentro Mix exclaimed, splitting apart. Flurr and Lunk too caught up, the former of whom exhausted from carrying Lunk so far.

"Hm… Maybe Kraw's inside?" Tentro shrugged, the others looking to him. "I-I mean… I dunno, but it's w-worth a look?" He began to sweat, nervous at his own suggestions. "We gots it!" The M.C. & Balk Mix yelled out, leaping up and unlocking the huge vault door with their tentacles. It swung open with a creak as the Mixels began to step inside, the Mix alone in refusing to split. "Huh, no Kraw… Or… anything at all? Great lead, Tentro." Slumbo said, sarcastically. "I-I… I thought he'd… No, I'm sorry. …This is bad. Really, really bad. All the mucks are gone! Agh, what'll we… This is my fault-"

A laugh interrupted Tentro's panic attack as the Mixels turned to face the one and only Pyrrat of the N-Mixel Armada, Kabum. "Avast, mateys! As ye can see, me hearty crew has already plundered yer coffer. Not to worry, it be in good hands! Oh, by the way, yer ships WILL be weighing anchor, thank ye for the valuable information and booty. Farewell, ye scurvy dogs!" He yelled as Slumbo and Flurr attempted to rush towards the door, but it was too late. The vault slammed shut and locked. The Mixel were engulfed in pitch-black darkness. "O-oh no… T-this is m-my fault. I'm s-so sorry!" Tentro began to panic, but a bubbling noise from the M.C. & Balk Mix interrupted him.

Suddenly, the two Mixels were forcefully split apart, groaning. M.C. was quick to activate his Electroid powers to light up the vault with his ability-induced pylon. The Mixels were quick to spot Balk, stunned from the sudden split. "Balk! A-are you okay?" Lunk stumbled over to the Flexer, only to be slapped away by a tentacle. "Yes, I'm okay! Get back, slush-brain!" Balk spat rudely. Everyone looked at him in surprise. "Uh, he was just checking on you, man." Flurr said lightly.

M.C. cleared his throat and shot Balk a look of disapproval, the Flexer turning to him. "Dude, you've gotta talk things out. We're trapped in here anyway." He said sternly. "W-why? Can Slumbo not just bust a way out- oh." Balk was interrupted by the sight of the Frosticon snoring away as usual. "Balk… Why do you hate me?" Lunk asked, a hint of sadness in his tone.

With a sigh, the Flexer turned to Lunk. "I don't… hate you. I'm just annoyed that you never turned up to my birthday parties after the one you ruined in Mixel Land." He said. "Wh- never turned up? Dude, every year I got up at the crack of dawn and slugged through the snow so I could be on time! Once I got to the base of this district, where you hold ALL your parties, I couldn't get up because everyone else had already Mixed to get up there…" Lunk said.

"Told ya to ask him about it." M.C. shrugged, but Balk was already crumbling under Lunk's words with regret. He opened his mouth to speak, but there were no words. "Do you remember all those times we'd bounce around the plains of Mixel Land playing slingshot? It was so thrilling for me because of my stumpy feet, and fun for you because you got to do it with a best bud." Lunk continued. "Psst, did he pull the subconscious trick on you too?" Tentro whispered to M.C., him nodding in response.

"You know… A… A-ACHOO!" Lunk began, only to sneeze out ice that froze Flurr solid immediately, grounding the flapping Frosticon. After a moment of staring, both Lunk and Balk broke into laughter, the two sharing a moment. Looking back to one another, they both knew exactly what was needed to bust open the vault.

One tap of a Cubit later and the vault door blasted off its hinges, spiraling into the horizon. Where the door once stood, M.C. with his Cragster abilities active stood dazed, and behind him was the Mix of Lunk & Balk, having just slingshotted him into the door. They were working together once more. "Let's go stop that Pyrrat! Yahoo-o-o-o-o!" They said, slingshotting themself from the platform straight upwards, slamming into the underside of a sky-ship before correcting themself and scuttling along the underside of it.

M.C. was about to step out of the vault, only for a gleam of light to catch his eye. He halted and turned to face the source: an orange Cubit shard much like the azure one earlier. Slumbo and Flurr both took notice. "Whoa. You'd better grab that." Slumbo said. "Yeah, if that's anything like the blue one from before, it could mean trouble in the wrong hands." Flurr added. M.C. grabbed the shard and departed the vault. "Huh, strange they didn't grab it too."

Kabum whistled a tune to himself as he overlooked the deck he now commanded. Nixels were hard at work, lorrying crates into place. His plan was in motion as the mechanical gears of the sky-ship creaked, signaling an incoming voyage. Everything was in place, the perfect crew and ship he never got to have. Of course, it would be had the six Mixels from before not boarded. With a sigh, Kabum's whistle came to a halt as he stared down the group with one eye. "Ahoy, plunderers! Ye be just in time for me getaway!"

Just as he finished speaking, a blow from a stretched out tentacle struck M.C. across the face, causing him to stumble backwards. Slumbo caught him in his arms and helped him back to his feet as the Mixels were stunned at the source of the blow: a Nixed Kraw. "Oh, schnixel." Flurr said. "Pardon your profanity, Frosticon." The zombified Flexer said, causing the six Mixels to reel back in shock as Kabum laughed. "This lad be smart. He can still speak and use his noggin when his state be Nixed! Well, ye have fun with that. All hands on deck, we be leaving!" The Pyrrat hollered as Nixels rushed around the deck, heaving crates.

"Kraw can still think while Nixed? Well, this just went from bad to worse." Lunk said as the Flexer leader leaped into the air, looping around the ship's mast with his tentacles and slamming into Slumbo. "Scatter!" Balk yelled. "Oh, yes, of course. Isolate yourselves so I can take you down one by one." Kraw said as he pummeled Slumbo with his tentacles, ultimately not amounting to much in the way of damage as the Frosticon began to slumber.

"Hey Kraw, let's play some slingshot!" A swiftly-formed Mix of Balk & Flurr said as it wrapped its tentacles around Kraw, flinging him down the deck. "We'll distract him, go stop that Pyrrat!" The Mix said to Tentro, then turning their gaze to M.C. "Now might be a good time to summon that cloud… god thing." They said before a barrel of mucks smashed against them by Kraw, breaking the two Mixels apart.

M.C. was about to whistle, but a familiar voice interrupted him. "Ha, no need. I have been observing." Pippy said to M.C., appearing from behind the Mixel. They stared down Kraw, who pondered the thought of them. "Peculiar, there are no known creatures of this world resembling this…" He said. Pippy didn't hesitate to fire a beam of light at the Nixed Mixel, only for him to dodge with grace. "Oh, but that Kabum fellow was sure to warn me of this, though!"

"Did he warn you about THIS?" M.C. said as he launched a snowball generated from his Frosticon abilities at Kraw, which splattered against his rubbery hide. Kraw did not immediately retaliate, instead breaking into a mockery-filled laugh. "Some snow, really? You lesser-brained idiots are-" Kraw was interrupted by Pippy, using the opportunity to fire a precise blast of light, restoring the orange-black colors of the Flexer. "...Yikes, being Nixed really makes you hostile. That Pyrrat's getting away, for your knowledge." Kraw said nonchalantly.

The shocked Mixels swung their heads in the direction of Kabum, only to find something unexpected. "Heh-heh. Thanks for the booty, imbeciles! We be weighing anchor, but don't forget to check the one attached to this fine vessel first!" He yelled out, seated atop a Nixel Mix resembling the very sky-ship the Mixels stood on, along with dozens of stolen crates. "No!" M.C. rushed towards the end of the ship, but it was too late as the Nixel took off. "Ugh, can't we still catch up, we-" A violent quake rocked the ship, throwing M.C. and the other Mixels off their feet.

"THE ANCHORS! THEY'RE COMIN' LOOSE!" Slumbo bellowed as he looked down over the side of the ship. The other Mixels found him to be correct as they too gazed down at the sight of metal buckling and breaking. Two Nixel Mixes were whittling away at the chain, putting the entire district at risk of floating away.

"Tentro, you're the only one strong enough and stretchy enough to get down there in time. You've gots to do this!" Balk said to his brother, who was trembling. "Me?! I-I'll just mess it up! D-Do you not remember the last time this came loose and I couldn't stop it?" The nervous Flexer responded. "That's because you used to be overconfident, missing the key details you needed! Your lack of confidence came from your failure, but that shouldn't stop you from trying to make it right, Tentro." Kraw said.

He pondered these words, looking down at the anchor as it creaked even further. "You guys are right… but I can't do this alone." Tentro said. "That's where I come in!" M.C. said as he placed a Rainbow Cubit in Tentro's tentacle and grabbed ahold, activating it. The two were loaded into a ship's cannon by the Cubit's illusion as the fuse was ignited, blasting out a stretchy Mix of the two as they rocketed downwards from the ship. A town's worth of houses blurred by, shaking as the Mix locked onto its target.

Using their four tentacle arms to grapple onto the buckling chain, the M.C. & Tentro Mix shot downwards at blistering speed. They caught sight of the two Nixel Mixes gnawing on the chain and broke the fall with their suction cups. "Okay… You can do this… We can do this." The Mix slowed their breathing, before leaping into action. Extending a tentacle to extreme lengths, they punched the larger Nixel Mix in the face, knocking it from the anchor to the ground. "Playtime's over!" The Mix cried out as they knocked the other Mix off too, watching as the force of the fall caused it to break apart. With that done, they latched onto the chain, overlooking the situation. "Huh… we did it! That was super anticlimactic-"

No sooner had they said that did the deafening crack of the chain snapping interrupt them. A shockwave blasted out from the force, sending the Mix hurtling off the chain as the sky-ship began to ascend, hundreds of dangling buildings coming with it. "Oh… Oh no. T-This is your fault. It's-"

Within the subconscious of the Mix, M.C. slapped Tentro across the face, halting the Mix from splitting apart. "Wh- Why… How in the Mix did you learn to do this?" Tentro said as he nursed his chin. "Balk, but that doesn't matter. I know you don't believe in yourself, but I do. I've seen Mixels do amazing things when they work together… and you shouldn't be any different." M.C. said, breaking through to Tentro. "What if I fail?" He asked. "Well, then we fail together." M.C. said as he grabbed Tentro's tentacle, stabilizing the Mix once more.

"It's… not too late!" The Mix cried out, firing out two tentacles after the loose chain. It slipped through their grasp before latching onto their feelers with an iron grip. "Yes!" They exclaimed prematurely, beginning to rise with the ship. They turned their gaze to the anchor below, the chain end still intact. "Here goes nothing!" Extending their other two tentacles to an extreme degree, they latched on to the anchor, halting with a jolt as the weight of the ship strained them. "Ngh… Now what?!" They asked aloud.

"Pull em' back together, and we'll freeze em' solid!" They turned to find a hovering Mix between Kraw & Flurr speaking. "C'mon, make it quick!" The Mix yelled as its helicopter-esque rotor sped up, the Mix plummeting down to the anchor. With a grunt, the M.C. & Tentro Mix began flexing its tentacles even further, slowly pulling the sky-ship back down to the anchor. Up on the deck, Slumbo grabbed ahold of loose barrels as Lunk and Balk looked down at the struggle. "They're doin' it, they're pullin' the chain back together!" Balk exclaimed as he began to bounce happily, with Lunk struggling to keep his footing with the ship rocking around.

After a few moments and with a heavy grunt, the M.C. & Tentro Mix brought the loose chain within range of the anchor, shaking from the excess amount of energy they were using up. "C'mon… Whatever you're doing… do it!" They cried out to the Flurr & Kraw Mix, who swooshed in and froze the chain to the anchor with a breath of ice. Leaping off the chain and crashing to the ground with exhaustion, M.C. and Tentro split as the ice spread along the chain and solidified, the sky-ship locked in place once more.

"I'm gonna need all the tea in the world to recover from that.." Tentro said, tired out. M.C. laughed and activated his newly-found Flexer abilities, creating four tentacle arms, two in place of his arms and two in place of his ears. "C'mon, that was awesome! We did it, man!" He said excitedly, helping the Flexer to his feet. "I mean, uh, you kinda did most of it? I-" Tentro began, only to have M.C. place a tentacle over the Flexers' mouth and shake his head. "Nah, we did it. You and I both know us Mixels work better together." He stated.

"You bet!" Flurr said as he split from Kraw. "That is factually correct. Thankfully, it does not require a genius such as myself to come to that conclusion." The Flexer said with a smirk, Flurr unamused. "That was AWESO-O-O-OME!" The Lunk & Balk Mix cried out as it rocketed to the ground, crash-landing beside the others and peeling themself from the ground. Slumbo too crashed into the ground, although with a cleaner landing and holding a barrel over his head. "Heh, you guys aren't gonna believe this." He said, taking the lid off of the barrel and showcasing its contents. "Yup, that Pyrrat took the wrong ones. All the muck barrels are still up there, it's just the teacups gone." The three Flexers were horrified at the sight. "Those antique cups were one-of-a-kind! We'll never be able to track them down again!" Kraw barked.

"Dude, they're cups. At least your riches are safe." Flurr said. "You mean those mucks?! Pfft, those teacups were worth more than all the mucks in Mixopolis!" Kraw said, starting to panic. "Calm down, man. We can call the MCPD-" Tentro attempted to comfort Kraw, only to have him shoot a glare. "The MCPD?! Have you forgotten that the city is overrun, imbecile?!" He shouted. "Enough! Fighting will get us nowhere, if you want your cups back, we'll go after them." M.C. interjected, activating his Infernite powers to catch the attention of the others.

As if on cue, an explosion sounding from a nearby district caught the attention of the seven Mixels. "Oh, crap! That's the Fang Gang District that came from!" Flurr panicked, beginning to flap his wings rapidly. "That place'll burn in minutes if the fire spreads, c'mon, we've gots to go help!" Balk said, Mixing with Lunk again and bouncing in the direction of the nearby district. Kraw shrugged and began to move out with the rest of the Mixels, still bitter about the cups but realizing the gravity of the situation.

"Ah, Mixopolis. These Mixels are right about one thing, this skyline is magnificent. I suppose now we should be donning it Nixopolis, mwa-ha-ha!" King Nixel barked and laughed, the various Nixel Mixes alongside him joining in. He stood atop the central building of the city, gazing upon the destruction his armada was bringing forth. Smoke billowed from colorful skyscrapers as Nixels dotted the streets, alongside zombified Mixels. To King Nixel, it was beautiful.

"Your wonderfulness? I have a report." Major Nixel arrived on the rooftop, catching gazes from the various Nixel Mixes. "Ah, Major. Do tell." King Nixel said without even turning back to the military leader. "Ahem. It would appear… the Mixels have taken back the Frosticon and Flexer Districts, sire." Major Nixel said with a hint of fear. "Oh, you mean that rogue group of Mixels failed in their first assignment?" King Nixel asked, his curiosity piqued. "Er, yes, your hugeness."

A sharp laugh surprised Major. "While I am disappointed we shall not get to exploit the sub-zero delicacy of the Frosticons District, this is no critical loss. Oh well." King Nixel said as he began to leave. "W-Wait, sire. If we strike now, we can crush those Mixels where they stand and retake-" Major Nixel said, only to be barked down by the Nixel Mixes. "Ugh, Major. We'll let these Mixels believe they're making progress and THEN we shall crush them. My revenge is a true one: we shall spit in their faces by using their services, and then destroy their hope when it has peaked. Now, speaking of… I have a show to attend in the Wiztastics District later, I'd better begin getting ready. At ease, Major." King Nixel said and re-entered the building, the Nixel Mixes following and eyeing Major. "Pbbbbt." A Nixel Mix blew a raspberry in the face of Major before catching up to the others, annoying the elite Nixel. Major groaned, disappointed in the state of the Nixel invasion.

"They really like their plants here, huh?" M.C. asked as the Mixels journeyed through a pipe tree forest path, insect Mixamals buzzing by diverse and colorful flora. "Yup, these guys are farmers and prefer to be around nature, so once the districts started up, they requested to be a part of the nature reserve being made at the time. Couldn't understand it myself." Flurr chimed in. "Me neither, never got on well with one of these guys, anyway." Slumbo added. "You mean Chomly, right? Let go of that time he dropped a log on ya, he's a nut but he's gots a good heart." Tentro said.

"Really? Kraw, you remember when he forced us into a Murp, right- heck, what about Gobba, when he wasted that Cubit Mixing with you when you guys went to save the Mix Festival?" Slumbo asked the Flexer leader, who had his tentacles crossed, still unamused from the loss of his teacups. "I mean, Gobba is fun…" Kraw said, not as bitter towards the Fang Gang. "C'mon guys, cool it…" Flurr said, trying to de-escalate the tension. M.C. sighed as the Mixels began to argue with one another, hanging back behind.

"Hm, is that sadness I sense in you?" Pippy suddenly appeared, shifting their hue to blue to imitate M.C. "Less sad, moreso… disappointed." The monochrome Mixel said. "Heh, witnessing you attempt to bridge the divides between these Mixels has been… interesting. What motivates you to do so?" Pippy asked. "I guess I just don't like seein' people fight. We've gots to unite if we're gonna stop those Nixels, right?" M.C. shrugged.

"MonoChrome. A single Glorp Corp child vanquished King Nixel and ushered in a new era for this world. Why do you deem it necessary that Mixels must unite to do so again?" They asked in a questioning tone. "I… I dunno, it's just wrong that these guys are fighting so much." M.C. said, looking to Slumbo and Kraw arguing. "But… I guess it also feels like… my destiny?" M.C.'s eye sparkled as he said this. "Or that Flain told me. I don't really know what destiny means, to be honest." He laughed.

Pippy sighed, something going through their mind. "You could have many destinies, alas, you are far from uncovering it. Continuing along your path could perhaps lead to it, one day… as well as a fight to break up. Toodles!" Pippy said before disappearing, their words lingering with M.C. "Huh… Oh." M.C. realized, running after the other Mixels.

"Oh yeah, you wanna use your strength, big guy? Let's see if you can stay AWAKE to use it!" Kraw shouted at Slumbo, being held back by Tentro and Balk. "Let it go, man!" Tentro said. "Oh-ho! Better hope I don't fall asleep on you then, huh? LET ME AT HIM!" Slumbo snapped and struggled against the hold of Flurr and Lunk. A slap across the face from an outstretched tentacle halted them both as everyone turned to face M.C. "You guys… We have bigger Mix-fish to fry. Have you forgotten about the fire rampaging through this place right now?!" M.C. asked aloud. "Mm… Fried Mix-fish." Lunk remarked. "He's right, y'know. C'mon guys." Flurr said, letting go of Slumbo, Tentro and Balk doing the same to Kraw. "Hmph!" The two Mixels grunted before continuing along the path, M.C. letting out a sigh.

With a rustle, the seven Mixels burst through the foliage, expecting to witness a wildfire but only gazing upon a multicolored, grassy plain. Gorgeous totems, campsites, and carved-out canoes for a nearby stream were to be seen in the Fang Gang's homeland. The only oddity was a massive hole that appeared to have been carved out… by teeth, judging by the bite-marks around its edge. "Huh, no fire. Guess it didn't spread?" Lunk questioned. "Think again, look!" Kraw pointed to the center of the crater-esque hole, and a form lay down in the center of it. "Gobba?!" Tentro said in surprise.

M.C. slid down the curvature of the hole, using his Frosticon powers to create a sheet of ice along his step as Flurr followed to see the state of the Fang Gang Mixel. They halted before him. "He ain't moving, what do we do?" M.C. asked, before being alerted by a slow movement in Gobba. "Ugh… The ground… is really spicy today…" The Fang Gang Mixel said before letting out a smoke-fueled burp, dispersing around M.C.'s face. "Did- Did you EAT the ground, Gobba?" Flurr asked in surprise as he began to piece things together.

"Oh, hey Flurr…" Gobba said as he stumbled to his feet, hiccuping along the way. "Yeah, uh- HIC! There was a couple of bombs dropped around here by some- HIC! Ugh- Nixels, they even had a Muncho kid hostage… But never fear, no fire can spread on my turf when it's in my stomach, ha-ha! …Can't taste a thing from the heat, though." He said with pride, then sticking out his tongue to examine the burn damages done to it.

"Dude, you are nuts… Wait, a little Muncho?" M.C. asked as his color shifted back to normal. "Whoa, did you just change color? Are you a Wiztastic?" Gobba asked eagerly, as if he were witnessing a magic trick unfold. "No- Well, I mean, I could be… but-" M.C. began. "He's just a tribe-shifter, the only one out there. Truly a spectacle." Kraw interrupted. "Kraw! How are ya, buddy?" Gobba sprang to his feet and leaped at the Flexer, giving him a bear hug and breaking a smile across the Flexer's face. "Heh, hey Gobba, still as excitable as ever, huh?" He asked as Gobba nodded eagerly and rapidly, vibrating with excitement.

"We've gots a situation here, you two. Gobba, what did you say about a Muncho?" Slumbo asked with a hint of annoyance in his tone. "Yeah, yeah. Look, I didn't catch where that swarm was headed, was too busy swallowing bombs, hehe." Gobba remarked before letting out a burp that shook foliage miles away with its force. "Idiot. C'mon, I'm going after em'." Slumbo said and began storming off. "What in the schnixel is up with him?" M.C. asked. "He doesn't like me, for some reason. Guess it might be something to do with Chomly. Oh! Speaking of, let's go find that nut, surely he'll have seen the Nixels! Follow!" Gobba said and began running off, prompting the other Mixels to come too.

"Doot-do-doo-doo…" Chomly hummed to himself as he pulled out a rake from his pocket-like jaw and began to till farmland behind a tent-shaped log cabin. He was the only Mixel in the area, and surprisingly, that was not due to the Nixels' rampage. As always, his visibly bad breath stenched the entire place like a gas, driving away any Mixels that had come to tend to the crops they regularly harvested. He grunted as he ripped up a large weed, snake-like tails writhing from its ends. Shoving it down his throat and devouring the plant, he closed his eyes and continued humming as he turned around, unaware of the gathered Mixels behind him.

"YO CHOMLY! Whatcha doin'?" Gobba shouted, surprising his brother and leading to Chomly stepping on the end of a rake, slamming the handle against his face. "YEE-OUCH! Ugh, ya can't just sneak up on a Mixel like that!" He scolded Gobba, his green breath breezing by the Mixel's face. "Nice to see ya too, buddy!" Gobba smiled as he elbowed his brother, causing him to lighten his mood. "Heh, how'd your attempt to gobble up those bombs go?" Chomly asked. "It went perfect! Even got some friends to join in!" Gobba said, making Chomly raise an eyebrow and look past his brother, seeing M.C. alongside the Frosticons and Flexers.

"Oh… Hey guys. What brings ya?" He asked. "Certainly not you. Tch." Slumbo said, arms crossed, receiving a piercing glare from Kraw. "Yo, Slumbo! Still mad about Mixel Toss, huh? A field for tossing is to your left if you're still interested!" Chomly said with a smug tone, only to realize Slumbo had fallen asleep. "Huh, forgot that's his thing." He shrugged.

"Hey, with that done, we're here for a reason…" M.C. started. "Huh? What're you supposed to be, some sorta Cragster without gold?" Chomly asked, curious at the sight of M.C. "No… I'm a 'tribe-shifted', apparently. Watch!" M.C. said cheerily as he altered his colors to match those of a Cragster perfectly, gold elements and all. "Ha! That is the strangest thing I've ever seen. Now shift to the best tribe!" Chomly said as his breath wisped around M.C., gathering inside his nostrils and taking him aback. "What's… that?" M.C. said through choked breath. "The Fang Gang! Duh." He said, only to have an entire log smashed over his back by Gobba. "Enough foolin' around!" Gobba said as Chomly reeled from the pain.

"Gobba's right. We've gots to go stop those Nixels." Flurr said, attempting to avoid Chomly's breath as it rose from M.C., still in shock. "Did you see any of those Nixels go by?" Tentro asked. "Hm… OH YEAH! Come look over this hill!" Chomly said as he trotted up a mound of grass dotted with totems by the side of the field, prompting the other Mixels to follow. As they reached the top, Chomly pointed down at a clearing, causing the other Mixels to go wide-eyed.

The area they overlooked was the main water reservoir of the district, as well as the entire city. A massive lake on the very edge of the district held in place by a wooden log dam, bordering the desert that made up the Spikels District. Not only that, but a massive swarm of Nixels had taken control of the area. Nixed Fang Gang Mixels stood amongst the many Nixel Mixes. Gobba gasped at the sight of one. "THAT'S JAWG! We've gots to help him!" He shouted as he prepared to rush down to the scene, only to be halted by Balk. "Dude, you aren't gonna take on that swarm by yourself!" Balk said as Gobba struggled against his grasp. "We're gonna need a plan, especially with that Muncho missing. Fortunately…" Kraw said, turning his eye to M.C., the two knowing exactly what to do.

"You've gots a genius!" The two shouted in unison as they grabbed a Rainbow Cubit, an illusion activating and making the two appear as if they were drawings on scraps of paper. With the papers being crumpled and put together, a bigger one emerged, before blasting apart and revealing the massive-brained Mix of M.C. and Kraw, overlooking the situation and formulating the best possible plan of attack with their smarts. "Hm… After analyzing the situation and all the variables presented before us, we can deduce the best plan of-"

"ATTAAAACK!" Chomly bellowed out, immediately causing not only the gathered Mixels, but the entire Nixel swarm to look directly at him as Gobba hounded down a log, spitting bullet-shaped formations of wood straight upwards. Chomly leaped up and began kicking the shards of wood towards the swarm at blistering speed, many of which ended up striking Nixel Mixes and splitting them apart. The Nixels moved past their surprise and began to chant in retaliation, preparing an attack of their own. "CHAAARGE!" Gobba screamed as Chomly landed, the two Fang Gang Mixels rushing down into battle.

"W-What." Tentro said nervously. "You heard the guy! CHAAARGE!" Balk screamed, bouncing after the two as the other Mixels reluctantly followed, Nixels charging. The M.C. and Kraw Mix leaped upwards and yanked up two Nixels with each of their blocky, stretchy arms, bringing them slamming back into the ground as they came in for a landing. "We've gots to prioritize saving Nixed friends!" A Mix of Lunk & Tentro cried out as it launched frozen Nixels into the swarm. "On it!" Chomly screamed out as he lunged upwards, grabbing a Cubit in Flurr's mouth and creating a Mix of the two, who proceeded to breathe a block of ice and carve it with their teeth. With a whistle, every Nixel in the swarm turned to face the perfect ice replica of Major Nixel, saluting it.

"We've gots about a minute before that thing melts and they find us out. Quick, let's go free those Nixed Mixels!" Flurr said as he split from Chomly. Approaching slowly from the other side were the various zombified Fang Gang Mixels, Jawg leading them. M.C. whistled and Pippy appeared instantly, looking directly at the lineup of Nixed Mixels and zipping to each one, freeing them. Jawg stumbled over and growled, drooling as he came to his senses. "Argh… Huh?" The rabid Fang Gang leader barked as he launched upward and landed on all fours in a quick movement, ready for battle. "Nixels… Gr…" Jawg growled as he glanced at the occupied swarm.

"JAWG!" Chomly and Gobba both yelled out as they grabbed Jawg in a hug, the Fang Gang reunited. Although Jawg smiled being reunited with his brothers, this did not deter his fierceness towards the Nixels as he noticed movement among them. "NIX!" One Nixel cried out in anger, the swarm turning around as they discovered the false Major Nixel. "Uh, guys…" Tentro said, worried. "Give it a sec." Flurr said as he turned to Chomly, smiling knowing what was to happen next. As if on cue, the melted remains of the statue exploded, releasing a mushroom cloud of Chomly's breath outwards, engulfing and stunning the entire Nixel swarm with just how bad it was.

"Huh, well that was easier done than said." Slumbo mentioned. "Yeah. What were they planning to do with this reservoir, anyway? And where's that Muncho?" M.C. asked, looking to the unaltered lake of water before them. A loud boom from the dazed swarm caught all ten Mixels off-guard as they turned to face it, watching the cloud of Chomly's breath blow apart as if by a massive gust of wind. "Ugh, now what? That breath took a whole silo of stone popcorn to make!" Chomly asked, angrily.

"Over here, stupid! Ya'll think you've won that quick?" The Mixels turned to find the source of this voice: the aforementioned Muncho riding atop a separate swarm of Nixels. M.C. immediately recognized him as Sour Poppa, one of the members of the N-Mixel Armada. "Oh, schnixel! Gobba, that wasn't just some Muncho, that's-" M.C panicked.

"Sour Poppa? The most POWERFUL of the N-Mixel Armada? Very observant, bub! Not sure how ya did done with Kabum… BUT YOUR JOURNEY ENDS HERE! MWA-HA HA!" The Muncho brat hollered as he twirled his lollipop wand around with style, only to lose grip of it and send it flying into the crowd of Nixels, causing several to giggle. "QUIT LAUGHIN'! One of ya better FIND it or I'll be tellin' King Nixel you ain't gettin' things done!" He shouted as he flailed his arms in panic and embarrassment.

"What was that about a Muncho being kidnapped, Gobba?" Slumbo asked in annoyance. "Ugh, get off my case! I couldn't have known he'd be a crook!" Gobba said. "Yeah, back off, icicle!" Chomly said as he backed up his brother, Jawg joining in too by growling at Slumbo. "My word, while I do detest Slumbo for the incident with our valuable antique cups, he has a point. Did a colorful Mixel riding atop a swarm not stand out to you?" Kraw asked, causing Gobba's expression to dampen. "Uh… That… Didn't occur to me." He said, nonchalantly. "You don't know how these Nixels are workin' now that they're Mixin'! They could've been doing this for a sick joke!" Chomly yelled. "Guys… Can we-" M.C. attempted to interject, but nobody was listening. The five Mixels continued arguing as he stood alongside Lunk, Flurr, Tentro and Balk, bewildered at the fighting.

"Yeah? No wonder nobody'd Mix with you, Murp-breath!"

"Oh please, like you can stay awake to!"

"Rrrrr…"

The arguing was getting to M.C. He thought back to Pippy's words of their conflicts, and it was eating away at him. There was an evident threat, and yet the five Mixels were ignoring it for their spouts. It was heartbreaking, and angering. As M.C. watched the argument further devolve, his annoyance caused his Fang Gang powers to activate as his colors shifted to a mixture of browns and his jaw grew in size to accommodate several fangs. "Can you guys stop fighting FOR ONE MINUTE?!" He shouted out with his largened mouth, his voice much louder than normal as a result. It instantly caught the attention of the Mixels as they turned to face M.C., surprised at his outburst, but his words striking a chord in them.

Out of nowhere, M.C. was struck with a beam of energy and instantly vaporized, disappearing from sight. "Ah, got it! You five are too loud, SHRINK, SHRINK, SHRINK!" Sour Poppa screamed out as he fired beams of energy from his lollipop wand. Many bolts of energy went wild, but one hit Kraw, then Slumbo, then Balk, then Jawg, causing all four to shrink instantly to a microscopic size. As the other Mixels ducked for cover, the firing stopped, a surprise to both them and Sour Poppa. "...Shrink?" He tapped away at the tip of the wand, flipping open a hatch and revealing the brown Cubit shard powering the whole device had been depleted of energy. "Aw, shucks. Uh… NIXELS, ATTACK!" He yelled out as a last resort.

M.C. groaned as he came to his senses in the middle of a dense forest, or so he thought, the lightbulb sun beating down on him at a much brighter intensity than usual. He glanced his eye around, catching sight of Kraw, Balk, Slumbo and Jawg, but not the others. "What happened..?" He asked, stumbling to his feet as he noticed what he believed to be trees were instead giant blades of grass. Pebbles had become the size of mountains and fallen leaves could block out the lightbulb sun. M.C. realized this, and reality dawned on him: he was tiny.

"AGH! I'm so… small." M.C. said in surprise. "Dude, you're already small. We're microscopic." Slumbo remarked. "This should be SCIENTIFICALLY impossible! WHAT DO WE DO-O-O-O?!" Kraw hollered, panicking, only to have a tentacle placed over his mouth. "We find that stick the Muncho used and make it un-shrink us! Simple, haha!" Balk yelled out. "Bad plan…" Jawg growled. "You got somethin' to say, Jawg?" Slumbo asked. "I think he's pointing out that WE CAN'T USE IT WHILE SMA-A-A-ALL!" Kraw said, his tongue flailing around from his panic.

"Kraw, calm down! We can find a way, no matter what!" M.C. said, the Flexer breathing a sigh and relaxing. "Okay, you can be the genius here. How are we supposed to DO that?" Kraw asked, crossing his tentacles. "Uh…" M.C. glanced around, only to go wide-eyed at the sight of an eight-winged Flybuzzer Mixamal, much larger than any of the Mixels. It turned to them and stared them down, appearing aggressive and instilling fear into the Mixels, but not M.C. Walking up to the Mixamal and sticking out a hand, he smiled. "I've gots an idea!"

Meanwhile, the Nixel swarm charged as the other five Mixels sprung into action. "Like it or not, we've gots to Mix! C'mon!" Chomly said as he rummaged through his jaw for a Cubit. "Tentro! Catch!" He yelled as he tossed the Cubit to the Flexer. "Huh? Whoa, wait!" Tentro attempted to cry out, but it was too late. He caught the Cubit out of reflex as Chomly grabbed ahold, spiraling the two into a monstrous Murp. "Whoa, stay back!" Lunk cried out as the Murp began to stir, looking around as the Nixels approached. "Murp.. Murp, Murp!" The Murp chanted as it extended its tentacles in all directions, not only striking Flurr in the face but crashing through the front row of Nixels. Grabbing a hold of a Nixel and examining it, the Murp smiled. "MURP!" With that, it launched into the swarm, squirming around and knocking Nixels around with its uncontrolled nature.

"Huh. That's gots to be the most controlled Murp I've ever seen." Gobba remarked as he stared at the scene unfolding. "We'd better help it, let's Mix!" Flurr said as he threw a brown-blue Cubit to Lunk and Gobba, merging the two into a Mix with teeth at both ends of its neck. Plucking a log from a nearby campsite, it bit into it, freezing it solid before throwing it to the swarm, causing shards of ice to explode outwards and freeze Nixels.

While this occurred, the other five Mixels had mounted the Flybuzzer as it soared through the air overhead the battle, no Nixels paying attention to the tiny insect Mixamal, or at least it was small to them. M.C. sat in front of the other Mixels as they held on for dear life, both terrified and amazed they were riding atop the creature. "How in the Mix did you manage to convince it to do this?!" Slumbo said, awakening once more after having slept through M.C.'s interaction with the Mixamal.

"Simple, it didn't care! It's not like you guys with your bickering." M.C. said, somewhat amused. Kraw and Slumbo both looking down. "M.C.'s right! I learned that same lesson of working with Lunk, and now we're bestest of buds again! You guys should take notes." Balk said cheerily. "True!" Jawg barked, sticking his tongue out through his razor-sharp teeth and smiling. Kraw sighed, and looked to Slumbo. "I'm sorry for getting mad over… precious antiques. Maybe once this is over we can recover them." He said. "And I'm sorry for underestimating their worth. We can settle it on a game of ice half pipe, we cool?" Slumbo asked. "Actually, I'm warm, unlike you. But yes, we are." Kraw said, prompting a chuckle from Slumbo as his icy claw shook Kraw's tentacle.

As M.C.'s group buzzed by, the Tentro & Chomly Murp leaped into the reservoir, splashing around and moving like a jet-ski as Nixels mounted canoes and gave chase. "NO! COME BACK HERE AND PROTECT ME, IDIOTS!" Sour Poppa screamed out as he was left isolated from the minions he had been assigned. "Aw, no defense? Gee, it's almost like taking candy from a baby then, haha!" The Gobba & Lunk Mix laughed. "BABY?! I'M NOT A BABY!" Sour Poppa screamed out, frantically tapping his wand in an attempt to get it to work.

"Kraw, Balk, can you launch us at that wand? We've gots to try and use it!" M.C. said. "Are you nuts?! We're on a moving object, we'll never-" Kraw began. "You've gots it!" Balk exclaimed cheerfully as he wrapped his two tentacles around Jawg. "Haha, slingshot!" Jawg muttered as Balk flung him in the direction of the wand, followed by M.C. and a now-asleep Slumbo, following after himself. Kraw sighed and gave chase, leaping off the Flybuzzer at high speed.

The Cubit shard within Sour Poppa's lollipop wand regained its energy and began glowing brown, alerting the Muncho and forming an evil grin across his face. "GET A LOAD-A THIS! SHRINK!" He screamed as he aimed his wand at the three Mixels, firing off a blast of energy. However, this would never meet the intended target, striking something in mid-air, causing the Muncho to freeze in confusion. "Huh, is the battery on this broken?" He asked, before the five Mixels he had previously shrunk suddenly regained their original sizes and were due to crash into him. "GET HIM!" Four of the five Mixels screamed out, bar Slumbo, who was still asleep.

"WHOA!" He screamed as he narrowly jumped out of the way of the five Mixels, who crash landed into a heap. "HA! You'll nevah catch me, bozos-" He had begun, only to have the Chomly & Tentro Murp land on him and send his wand flying right into the hand of M.C. "NO! GIVE. IT. BACK!" Sour Poppa shouted out as he began trembling with rage under the weight of the Murp. "Murp. He-he!"

"Now, how does this thing work?" M.C. asked, tapping it until a hatch opened, revealing the brown Cubit shard inside. "Aha! Another one to the collection…" He said as he took it out, powering down the wand and rendering it useless. "Show's over, Poppa! Ha!" Balk laughed. "What were you even trying to do here, anyhow?" Flurr asked.

"Just this, exactly. NOW!" He yelled out as he turned to face the dam housing the reservoir. All along the top of the dam were Nixel Mixes holding power drills and axes, ready to hack away at the wooden logs. Crawling down along the sides, the Nixels began to chip away at the dense wood. "If that water touches the desert, it'll dry up instantly! We've gots to stop them!" Gobba yelled. "What about this brat?" Slumbo asked.

"Hehehe! You can't keep ahold of me and stop those Nixels! You're gonna have to make a choice! MWA-HA!" Sour Poppa cackled in his ear-piercing, prepubescent voice. Everyone glared at the Muncho, but knew what had to be done. Even the Murp of Chomly and Tentro finally split apart. "Ugh, what… happened?" Chomly groaned. "Long story short, we're going after those Nixels on the dam!" Gobba said as he began to get pumped up.

"Frosticons, you guys are gonna have to get ready to patch up any leaks." Kraw stated as he formulated a plan. "Us Flexers'll go strike down the Nixels! Eh, Tentro?" Balk shouted, nudging his brother who formed an awkward smile. "If we fail… You guys better get some logs, just in case." Tentro said, somewhat nervously. "Got it!" Jawg barked, a grin forming across the faces of all three Fang Gang Mixels, knowing what was about to happen. "How's about we Max out and make this easy!" Gobba said as he pulled out a brown Cubit, Chomly noticing the other two tribes beginning to do the same. With all three tribes grabbing a hold of their respective Cubits, they were sucked into a whirlpool as the illusion began and spat back out as three titanic Maxes, ready to get to work.

"M.C.! You'd better stay here and keep an eye on that brat!" The Flexers Max said before springing off after the Frosticons Max in the direction of the dam. "You've gots it! He ain't-" M.C. stopped himself from continuing as he turned around to find Sour Poppa had already bolted, being lifted by a small group of Nixels. "SO LONG, SUCKA! MARK MY WORDS, YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!" He hollered out as he disappeared over a hill with his inactive wand, presumably off to cause more mischief. "Ugh, better go get some logs, then." M.C. rolled his eye and activated his Fang Gang powers, running off after the Fang Gang Max to collect replacement logs.

A five-eyed Nixel Mix cackled away as it leaped down to a loose branch of wood, only to have it collapse under its weight and send the monstrosity plummeting into the sand below. This did nothing to deter it as it roared and began gnawing away at the base of the dam with its knife-sharp teeth. Despite how meticulously crafted the barrier was, the Fang Gang hadn't prepared for a situation like this, although to be fair, they didn't have a reason to until recently.

"We'll take the ones on top, you get the ones along the side!" The Frosticons Max yelled out as it sprung into action, landing on the narrow and unsafe walkway atop the dam. "NIIIIX!" A wide, seven-eyed all over Nixel Mix roared. "Ice to see you too- WHOA!" The Max exclaimed as it ducked, narrowly avoiding a thrown axe. "A bit much, don't ya think?" They said, but the Nixel had begun charging. "NIX, NIX, NIX!" It screamed as it lunged at the Max, only for them to launch upwards with the aid of their frosty breath. "Chill out, man." They said as their breath froze the Nixel Mix solid, its expression of surprise permanent as it toppled into the lake.

"WHEE!" The Flexers Max screamed as it lunged through the air, looping around the dam and catching a glimpse of the many Nixels dotted along its wall. "Heads up!" They yelled as they sprung their tentacles forward, latching onto the wall of the dam around a Nixel and crashing into it with extreme force before it got a chance to even realize what was going on. "Tea time's over, get off this dam!" The Max yelled playfully as it grappled to each Nixel, smacking them off the wall, unknowingly weakening the integrity of the dam as they went.

"FASTER!" The Fang Gang Max barked at M.C. as they swallowed the fiftieth tree of a now-barren forest, dozens upon dozens of stumps and newly-planted saplings littering the landscape. "Ugh… You make this look so easy…" M.C. said as he bit into a log, only cracking his power-induced teeth as a result. "Enough, let's go!" The Max said as it wharfed down two more logs, running off on all fours in a hurry. M.C. groaned as he got to his feet, not used to the experience of having devoured wood.

The two Maxes at the dam returned to dry land around it and breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, that's all of em' taken care of! Nicely done, stretch-head." The Frosticons Max jabbed. "My pleasure, icicle. Although your assistance was unnecessary, it was appreciated nonetheless." The Flexers Max said, the two Maxes then breaking into a mutual laugh. Arrogance had blinded the two titans, as neither had taken notice of the single Nixel at the base of the dam, still hacking away at the wooden structure seconds away from collapse.

With a bush rustling, the Fang Gang Max leaped out like a rabid Mixamal, ready to strike any Nixels in sight, only to relax at the sight of the two Maxes laughing. "Huh, that was unneeded." They said as they looked to their brown stomach, it rumbling in disapproval of the countless pieces of wood devoured. M.C. caught up, exhausted from the running and wood-eating. "Guess.. Guess we did it… huh?" He said, forcing a smile through the exhaustion. "YEAH! HA-HA!" The Fang Gang Max yelled out as it grabbed M.C. in a bear hug.

The celebrations were not to last as the lone Nixel Mix climbed atop the dam, a smile formed across its uneven mouth. "NIX!" It whistled before screaming, the three Maxes immediately catching a glimpse of it. "Did you check the base?" The Frosticons Max asked in extreme concern. "A… miscalculation, to be sure." The Flexers Max said, wide-eyed.

A single bite into a wooden log was all it took for the dam to come loose, water beginning to splash out into the desert as the logs became undone. "WHAT DO WE DO?!" The Flexers Max screamed out, beginning to become intangible as they came close to splitting apart. M.C. sprung into action, placing a hand on the Max and grabbing the attention of the other two. "We stick together, and we can still do this! Use your powers and we can seal up the dam!" He said, stabilizing the Flexers Max as they nodded, along with the Frosticons Max. "Hey, you- Oh." M.C. was interrupted as the Fang Gang Max leaped overhead, lunging forth for action. "We didn't eat those trees for NOTHING!" M.C. attempted to follow the three Maxes as they leaped off, but was unable to move, still exhausted and spitting up splinters. "You guys… can do this… whew!" He said, slamming onto his back, gasping for air.

Moving at rapid speed, the three Maxes overlooked the torrent of water beginning to flood into the Spikels District, evaporating as it made contact with the dense sand of the desert. "We'll fly up and barrage it with logs, you two seal em'!" The Fang Gang Max said, before leaping upwards and beginning its assault in an instant, giving the other two Maxes little time to react. "Y-You heard the Max, c'mon!" The Frosticons Max said as it leaped up and began flying after the loose logs, the Flexers Max in hot pursuit as it grappled along.

The struts of wood washed along in the torrent as the Fang Gang Max blasted them, making little progress to stop the loss of water. "Grab em' and lock em' in place! We'll make sure they stay that way, go!" The Frosticons Max said. "You gots it!" The Flexers Max said without wasting a second as they launched into action. Scooping up logs as they began to plummet to the sands below, they were jammed back into their intended place, one after the other at a rapid pace as they struggled to keep up. The Flexers Max was moving its tentacles at a blistering pace as it grabbed five logs as two fell, decreasing the flow of water by a small amount.

"NOW!" The Flexers Max yelled out, but the Frosticons Max was one step ahead. Soaring in, they blasted out enough ice to freeze a mountain. In an instant, dozens of logs froze solid, securing the water in place as the Fang Gang Max ran out of wood to fire off. The water ceased its leakage as the Maxes returned to dry land, splitting apart from exhaustion and a job well done.

"WE DID IT! Amazing job, guys!" M.C. said, firing off a sparkler as the other nine Mixels breathed a sigh of relief. "We… did… Wait." Gobba said, immediately snapping to his feet as if a magnet to metal and looking at the reservoir. "Oh, schnixel." Gobba's expression went blank, as did those of the other two Fang Gang as they overlooked the lake. "It's… mostly drained." Chomly said. "Uh oh." Jawg growled.

"Uh… We can fix that, right?" M.C. asked as he overlooked the reservoir, only about 10% of its original volume left. Objects previously embedded within the lake were now visible, such as the frozen Nixel Mix, items of junk, and the enormous skeletal remains of a bipedal winged creature. "I mean… We could try to make some ice and melt it..?" Flurr suggested.

"WOO! Swim time!" A familiar, rocky voice sounded from the hill the Mixels had previously overlooked. "Yeah! Let's get- HUH?" Krader revealed himself, alongside the other two Cragsters geared up in floatation devices and diving equipment. "What happen?" Seismo asked, shocked at the drained reservoir.

In response, the Mixels only laughed. They had been through a lot: a collapsing mountain, the robbery of priceless antique items, and now the loss of a major water supply, but they had endured it all. Broken friendships had mended as they had learned to work together once more, no matter their grudges.

"Y'know what. I've gots an idea! We're gonna go ask the Spikels for some water." Chomly suggested. "Oh yeah! They've gots plenty in their oasis, right?" Flurr added. "Yeah! M.C., you come with us, we'll go find some water and refill this place!" Gobba said, with Jawg bouncing in approval. "I'm down! What about you guys?" He asked. "Eh, those Nixels did a lotta damage…" Tentro said. "But there's nothing we can't clean up! You guys go on, we'll help out the locals!" Lunk suggested. The Fang Gang smiled unanimously at this. "Alrighty! Stay safe, guys." Gobba said, as he prepared to turn around and leave.

"Wait! One more thing!" Slumbo exclaimed, halting the Fang Gang Mixel where he stood. "I'm… sorry about lashing out earlier. We may have bad history, but…" He began. "Ah, don't worry. We're cool, man!" Gobba said as he speedily shook Slumbo's claw. "If you're willing to help us, any bad blood is gone." Chomly added. "Heh, alright. Good luck out there." Slumbo smiled. "Likewise!" Jawg said.

"Alright, so where's the way to this oasis?" M.C. asked. "Hm… I dunno. We'll figure it out, haha!" Chomly laughed, instilling a worry in M.C., but not enough to deter him from continuing forth. "Alright, let's hit the road!" M.C. exclaimed as he fist bumped the three Fang Gang Mixels, beginning to set out into the Spikels District. "Hello?! Does any Mixel listen?!" Krader yelled out, his question ignored.

Nixels plumed through the streets as if they were a pack of hungry bonzipods, kicking up chunks of road as they continued their assault on the city of Mixopolis. Small groups of surviving Mixels hiding away in alleyways were Nixed promptly as the swarms purged through them, assimilating them into the swarm. The entire general district of Mixopolis had fallen, and now the Mixels were advancing towards the carnival-esque Wiztastics District on the outskirts of the city. King Nixel whistled to himself atop his throne as several Nixel Mixes below heaved it along after the swarm. To him, nothing was wrong - or even could be. Mixopolis was his city now. Nothing could ruin this for him.

"S-Sire, I have a report." The nervous voice of Major Nixel sounded as he caught up with King. "Ugh, what now, Major? Another needless district plucked from our clutches?" He asked, unenthusiastically. "Um… Precisely, your massiveness. The Fang Gang District was taken back by that monochrome Mixel and his crew…" Major said, expecting a harsh response as usual. "Eh. That's on me for leaving that Muncho child to do a man's job, let alone a Mixel for a Nixel's. No matter, that district is just part of the nature reserve anyhow. Dismissed!" King said nonchalantly.

Major clenched his fist and eyed the tyrant. "Sire, those Mixels are-" He began, only for a roar from the king to silence him. "THOSE MIXELS CANNOT STOP ME, MAJOR! We are mocking them by using their city for our enjoyment - no, my enjoyment, since CLEARLY you can't have fun in watching their hope be crushed. Very well! Once the show in the Wiztastics District is over, we shall crush them, happy, Major?" King Nixel barked, freezing Major where he stood. "As I thought. Continue, Nixel minions." King Nixel said and clapped his hands, the Nixels starting their march once more.

Major stared in silence as the monarch moved forth. His 'plan' had worked initially, but the supposedly superior Nixel Mixes were being defeated left and right as Mixels reunited. King Nixel's oversight was costing Major's faith in him. The Mixels were gaining ground, and soon they would be able to take back the city unless something was done. The Nixels needed their true leader back.

With a sigh, Major continued after the swarm. They were to finally crush the Mixels later, after all. Then, he could finally breathe easy.