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!

3. Reason to Mix

Chapter 3

Reason to Mix

Based on the Mixels Unite fangame

Sparks flew from a high-tech machine - a marvel of engineering and Cubit technology - as it was constructed. It would take quite some time for this magnificent creation to come to fruition, but that was fine. Fuzer didn't need it quite yet. In fact, he didn't seem to even care as Murphy welded sheets of metal together. He was not happy. In fact, he was furious. "WHADDYA MEAN YOU TWO FAILED?!" He bellowed as Kabum and Sour Poppa returned to the headquarters of the N-Mixel Armada, his scream loud enough to shake the entire lair and knock Murphy's welding goggles off.

It was a cold place, one that had been abandoned for quite some time. When Fuzer had unearthed it behind a soda machine, he had found the perfect home. The only issue was the evidence that Mixels had previously been there, judging by the piles of Nindja comics and bean bags. Regardless, nobody would ever return, so it was promptly 'adjusted' into a base of operations. Dozens of monitors lined the walls for direct communication with King Nixel and spying on the city. Kabum had helped to blast a new opening in the wall for a workshop Murphy could use, although it had done more damage to the structure of the room than anything.

"Boss, it's not what ya think… This DARNED stick ain't workin' long enough!" Sour Poppa protested, only to have Fuzer aggressively snatch his wand away, lifting up the faceplate and examining the power source - or lack thereof. "HOW DID YOU LOSE THE CUBIT SHARD?!" He roared, slamming the wand into the ground and shattering its top. "B-Boss, that monochrome bugger, he-" Sour Poppa began, only for Fuzer's fuse to ignite. "HE WHAT? BEAT YOU BECAUSE YA COULDN'T FOLLOW YOUR TASK TO BLOW THE DAM? YOU JUST HAD TO PARADE AROUND LIKE ROYALTY, HUH?" He screamed as his fuse came dangerously close to blowing.

"Ah, captain. Ye'll find me plunder to be a success unlike this wee lad!" Kabum interrupted, causing Fuzer's ignition to cease. "Well, let's take a look, shall we?" Fuzer asked, looking to the large barrel Kabum was carrying. "Feast yer eyes on- Wha?!" Kabum said as he emptied its contents, only finding dozens of antique tea cups. The glare Fuzer struck Kabum with was sharp enough to pierce a mountain range, but he did not lash out. Instead, he clenched his fists and turned to Murphy, kicking up the damaged wand and launching it across the room. "With all due respect, Fuzer, lashing out will not bring a resolution to this. Besides, you're risking damage to this craft you so desperately requested be built." Murphy remarked, unamused yet unfazed. "YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU'RE LUCK YA GOT BRAINS, PAL, OTHERWISE YOU'D BE OUTTA HERE!" Fuzer roared, gritting his teeth and letting out a deep breath.

"Murphy, fix the wand. Anglow, you come with me. We're taking care of that little runt of a Mixel that these imbeciles can't cope with." Fuzer said, storming out of the lair and leaving burn marks where he stood. "S-Sure thing, boss." Anglow said, creeping out from the shadows and following her leader. Despite being a Mixel capable of instilling fear, she was quite terrified of Fuzer. Although all of the N-Mixel Armada were out to do evil, Fuzer was the most despicable.

The two stepped out into the overrun streets of Mixopolis, right in the heart of the Nixels' invasion within the city center. Nixel Mixes and Nixed Mixels dotted the horizon, the latter of which lumbering around aimlessly while Nixel Mixes fought amongst themselves. Nixels paid no heed to the two as they glanced at the Nixel Armada insignia on their bodies and let them pass. To Fuzer, this was beautiful, a perfect city run by forces of darkness. "Where are we headed?" Anglow asked. "The Spikels District." He replied without even turning to look at her.

The lightbulb sun above split the stones around monochrome Mixel M.C. as he trudged through the barren desert of the Spikels District. Even though he had just journeyed through six different areas of Mixopolis, not even the magma wastelands of the Infernites District could have prepared him for the claustrophobic atmosphere of an empty desert. His tribe-shifting powers weren't helping much as he activated his Frosticon powers in an attempt to stay cool.

"Ugh, how much farther away do those guys live? We're basically in the wastelands around the city by now. This desert's nearly as uncomfortable as their hugs…" Chomly moaned as he hobbled along, the heat of the lightbulb sun turning the sand to a blisteringly-hot temperature. "No wonder our water got dried up in this heat, eh, Jawg? …Jawg?" Gobba asked as he turned around, having lost sight of their leader.

Suddenly, the head of Jawg blasted up from the sand in front of Gobba's foot, causing him to recoil as Jawg laughed. "Sand fun! Gets stuck in teeth…" He muttered, sand flowing out of his mouth as he went. "C'mon, we've gots to start lookin', get up…" Chomly said as he pulled his brother up from the sand by his tail, a sad puppy-eyed expression forming across Jawg. "He's a tracker, right? Hows about he leads ahead?" M.C. asked, Jawg bouncing at the opportunity and rolling through the sand to get ahead of the three. Sniffing at the ground, he came to a sudden halt. "Got anything?" Chomly asked, Jawg turning around to face his brother with his tongue out and a massive smile, as if having discovered the greatest news. "Nope!" He barked.

The three sighed before Gobba lit up, having seen something. "Look! There's something over there!" He said, before darting off. A faintly visible form was atop a small sand dune, one that resembled a tree ever so vaguely. Its form was shadowed against the sunlight, and the carve-hungry Gobba did not realize it was a cactus until having taken a bite out of it. "YEE-OW! This desert's a pile of Murp-mess!" Gobba cried out as he began to spit spikes out of his teeth. "Y'know, we could Mix and devour it easy." M.C. suggested, piquing Gobba's interest and making him go starry-eyed. "OH YEAH!" He exclaimed as he pulled out a Cubit.

Chomly sighed as the two Mixed and quickly carved the cactus into a totem, leaving a mark on the desert to signify they had been there. "Ha! Good as a wooden one!" The M.C. & Gobba Mix said, only for it to crumple over. The two split in disappointment as Chomly face-palmed. "Bingo!" Jawg yelled out, catching the attention of the other three. A massive sandstorm was beginning to kick up, but Jawg had turned his gaze to a single clay hut situated around a small oasis. "Uh, that's a lotta sand. Is that bad?" M.C. asked. "It is if ya don't wanna get buried alive, c'mon! Let's hope this Spikel kept their door unlocked!" Chomly said as he skidded down the dune, kicking up sand as he and the other three began rushing in the direction of the hut.

Long-deceased Mixamal skulls began to rustle as the intensity of the sandstorm increased. It was powerful enough to send a Mixel flying across the planet. "We're almost there, c'mon!" Gobba yelled out as he struggled to sprint through the sand, the storm only seconds away from the four. M.C. trailed ahead and activated his Cragster powers as the door of the hut came into view, ramming straight through it as the other three Mixels leaped inside, Jawg scrambling to kick the door shut just before the sandstorm hit outside. "Phew… We coulda been in Mixel Land by now!" Gobba said as a shadow loomed over him, one of another figure. "Oh. Hey, ominous shadow!" He said, cheerfully.

The figure was densely spiked, clearly one of the inhabitants of the district. They appeared to have a mohawk composed of spikes, as well as two large hands curled into fists. "It's not often we get visitors around here, let alone ones who don't even knock… Do you know what happens when we do?" They said, a hint of aggression in their deep voice causing the four Mixels to tremble. "Why, serve 'em' some fresh sunflower-cactus brew, of course!" The Mixel said as he flicked on a light, revealing a sunglasses-wearing Spikel that held a tray of baked and brewed delights, immediately catching the attention of the three Fang Gang. However, M.C. caught Chomly's hand with a Cubit and the Mix of the two gobbled up the treats, as well as the tray, much to the annoyance of the other two. "Ha! You're welcome. Name's Brohawk, what brings ya'll here?" The Spikel asked.

"Well, the storm out's a start!" Chomly said before erupting with a burp, splitting from M.C. "We were on our way to you guys' oasis to ask for some spare water. Reservoir had a bit of an… accident." M.C. stated. "Some crook Muncho came through commanding a Nixel swarm and blew the dam, heh." Gobba said bluntly. "Whoa. Why would a Mixel do that? Let alone be commanding a Nixel swarm, they're gone…" Brohawk said, curious and confused. "You livin' under a rock or somethin'? The Nixels came back and can Mix now!" Chomly said, causing Brohawk to lift up his sunglasses and go wide-eyed. "Yeah… we don't gots TV or nothin' out here. Kinda just word of mouth, ha. How bad are things?" He asked.

Jawg snooped around the hut while the other three explained the situation to Brohawk. Sniffing at the floor and picking up a scent. "Hm?" He muttered as he picked up the source of the smell: a shadowed figure atop a sliced up bean bag. Growling as the figure glared at him, Jawg was prepared to protect not only himself, but his friends as he showcased his fierce teeth. Turns out, he wouldn't need to use them. An azure-orange Mixie Cat leaped from the bean bag and landed in front of Jawg, a smile across its face as it looked to Jawg with its three eyes. He stayed alert, but the purring of the Mixie Cat followed by a meow made his tail wag as he accepted a new friend. The Mixie Cat rubbed against Jawg and sat on his foot, preventing him from moving as he accepted defeat.

Brohawk slumped back in the bean bag, a hand on his head as he processed all that had been relayed to him. "So… King Nixel shows up outta the blue with Nixel Mixes, scatters everyone because they can't Mix… A rag-tag group of Mixel crooks running rampant… then we start taking back the city? How?" He asked. "A couple of Mixes oughta' do the trick, heh." Chomly said. "Them Nixels aren't coordinated. Everything about their attacks has been random, like there's no one in command." Gobba added. "It ain't even like the Mixamajig or I-Cubit scams."

"Hm…" Brohawk said as he got up and began to create a cocktail using a small cactus as a cup. "What about you, little guy?" He asked, turning his gaze to M.C. "I guess… I'm just along for the ride?" He said. "Huh, any ambitions? Any plans after we kick those pests outta the city again?" Brohawk said as he took a sip from his freshly made cocktail, cringing at the accidental use of a herb. "I… I dunno. Find out my past, maybe… There's something off about me. Even Teslo couldn't trace a thing from my origins nor did Balk find anything when he dived through my memories. It's like I was born when I woke up in the Infernites District." He said, a gloomy atmosphere brought forth with his words and creating a concerned look on the three Fang Gang Mixels' faces.

"Heh, I hear ya. Myself… I used to be a bit of a Murp-brain. Knockin' folks around, robbin' banks… it was bad. Past three years taught me a thing or two, made me find out who I was." He said, M.C.'s attention caught. "Really?" He asked. "Yeah! The Spikels' best brewer, cause' my past doesn't matter anymore, ha!" Brohawk said as he threw M.C. a cocktail, causing him to smile and take a sip. "Thanks… I think I needed to hear that." M.C. said. "Wherever ya came from, don't worry too much about it.. Worry about what you do, even if that takes a bit to figure out."

A violent crash interrupted this moment as the five Mixels hit the ceiling and slammed back down against the floor. Brohawk chuckled as the other four groaned in pain. "Ha! Sandstorms are like that. You get used to it over time." He said as he helped the other four up. "Why did…" M.C. began. "Same reason the hut was in the blistering heat of nowhere. Sandstorms like to throw our huts around if they're not nailed to the oasis." Brohawk said. Suddenly, the door of the hut kicked open, crushing Jawg against the wall. "Yo, Brohawk! There you are!" Another sunglasses-wearing Spikel cried out. "Punkchure!" Brohawk said as he ran up and hugged his partner. "Been like a week since that sandstorm separated us!"

"Yeah, these Murpin' storms… At least we're right outside the oasis!" Punkchure exclaimed, making the four Mixels shoot out of the door, eager to find water but only ending up going wide-eyed in surprise. "What happened here?" Gobba asked as he overlooked a beaten down village, streets torn up and flooded with few Mixels in sight. "Oh yeah, some Infernite and Glowkie blasted through here with Nixels. Thought I had one too many Sunflower Slurps again…" Punkchure said. "Oh schnixel, that's definitely the N-Mixel Armada…" M.C. sighed. "You guys gonna help? This place is upside down!" Chomly asked, Jawg nodding profusely in agreement. "We're pacifists, dude. Most Spikels are, so… good luck!" Brohawk said as he slammed the door shut and his hut began to rustle, slowly being picked up by the sandstorm once more and joining several huts spiraling around. "Most are..?" M.C. asked as the other three sighed. "C'mon, Nixels won't defeat themselves!" Jawg barked as he rushed into the oasis.

The Fang Gang and M.C. strolled through the streets of the Spikels' oasis, or what remained of it. Smoke rose from the large clay huts as various Spikels attempted to salvage ruins. Small rivers along the side of the path had drained up and cacti had folded over. Even the zen gardens that housed meticulously crafted patterns had been overturned and made into a mess. "None of the other districts got hit this badly…" M.C. remarked at the destruction. "It's a mess. Never been here, but Vulk's told me about how pleasant it usually is." Gobba said as an insectoid Mixamal crawled by his feet, alerting Jawg as he barked until it scampered off.

A sharp crying sound caught the attention of the four Mixels, Jawg looping around in front to protect the other three, but his guard was put down at the sight of an upset Hoogi. "Yo, Hoogi! What's goin' on?" Chomly yelled out, only to be grabbed into a bear hug by the Spikel. "NIXELS TORE UP THE TOWN!" He screamed through a barrage of tears as his pointy fingers dug into Chomly, the Fang Gang Mixel yelping in pain. "Oh, sorry…" He said as he released Chomly, the Mixel reeling from the experience. "I didn't need to experience that again… Look, where's Scorpi and Footi? We-" Chomly began, only to be interrupted by Hoogi bursting into tears even louder than before. "They… T-they… THEY GOT NIXED!" He screamed, the amount of tears flying out of his eyes being enough to replenish the reservoir.

"Forget about the water, where's the last you saw these two?" M.C. asked as Gobba sighed from Hoogi's overreaction. "Scorpi… he's usually having a snooze in the forest of giant sunflower cacti… And Footi? Probably in the zen garden…" Hoogi said, sniffing and delicately wiping away tears with his fingers. "Two Nixed Mixels runnin' around in two places… Hm…" Gobba said, holding two fingers up to his chin and pondering what to do. "Let's split up!" Jawg said enthusiastically. "Bud… There's a whole swarm of Nixels out there, and now that they're Mixing… SCORPI AND I WILL NEVER GET ANOTHER NIGHTLY NUZZLE-WUZZLE SESSION! OH, THE MIXANITY!" He cried out, breaking into tears once more.

"We'll find a way! Us Mixels always do, I know for certain! …Even if I've only been around for about a day." M.C. said and shrugged, prompting Hoogi to stop crying. "M.C.'s gots a point. I talked to Glomp once and he told me about this thing you'd tried to cure his fever. What was that?" Gobba asked, making Chomly go wide-eyed as Hoogi began to think back to the experience. "A cure… Oh, a hug? YOU'RE RIGHT! Bring it in, haha!" Hoogi said and wrapped all four Mixels in his arms, scratching them up and causing them to cry out, but he ignored them through his show of affection.

M.C., Jawg and Hoogi moved through a dense forest of giant sunflower cacti in search of Scorpi. Gobba and Chomly had headed to the zen gardens to find Footi, despite the presence of a massive Nixel swarm. Hoogi carried a torch to light the way, the height of the cacti preventing much of the lightbulb sun's light from getting in. "They grow 'em big here, huh?" Jawg remarked at the towering size of the cacti, his farmer side envious of the unique spiked flora. "I left these ones with too much water once, heh." Hoogi said and grinned, thinking back to the earlier days of the Spikels District. M.C. paused as he heard a familiar, angelic sound. "All good?" Jawg asked, noticing his stop. "Yeah… You guys go on ahead, I'll catch up." He said. "Alrighty, stay safe, friend!" Hoogi said, trotting along with Jawg.

"Pippy?" M.C. asked aloud. "Yes, MonoChrome?" Pippy said from behind M.C., startling him and making him fall. "Dude, ya can't sneak up on a Mixel like that…" M.C. said, getting to his feet as Pippy scoffed. "My apologies, mortal. I just came to… commend you." They said. "Commend me? For what?" M.C. asked. "My intention was to approach you shortly after your exploits in the district of the Fang Gang… but I had other matters to attend to. Regardless, you have shown unflinching bravery and commitment in your journey… and it has changed even my perception of this world as you mortals reunited." They stated.

"I mean… thanks? I'm kinda just tagging along, Pippy. They've all got pasts and things they've done, and I…" M.C. began, starting to feel isolated. "Quelled the broken bonds between that Frosticon and Flexer? Assisted the Infernites in journeying out beyond their comforting wasteland? Took on the might of the Nixels and their… Mixes… without a second thought? Are these things inadequate to you?" Pippy brought up. "I…" M.C. said as he raised a finger, only to realize Pippy had a point. "You're right… I just wish I knew where I came from. All these guys have themselves figured out, they know who they are. I guess I just feel like I'm doing what other Mixels do because I've gots nothing of my own." He said, cycling through his tribal powers and pondering his abilities.

Pippy turned to a shade of blue and sighed. "Ultimately, there is more to you than what your visage would suggest. Truth is a gift coming from yours truly… but as… the messenger… the time is not right. It is your choice alone to decide who you are and what you do." They said. "Yeah… Alright." M.C. said, bummed out. "Regardless, I know you can do incredible things. Now, go forth…" They said as the sound of Jawg's growls grew louder. "I believe that Fang Gang leader needs help." And with that, Pippy disappeared, M.C. noting their words as he trailed after Jawg and Hoogi.

"Calm down, bud…" Hoogi said as Jawg tensed up, looking to the tops of the sunflower cacti and barking fiercely. "What's goin' on?" M.C. asked as he caught up. "Somethin's up there…" Jawg growled in a low tone. "Hows about you two Mix and go check it out?" Hoogi suggested, pulling out a Rainbow Cubit and tossing it to M.C. "Yeah! Jawg, you ready?" He asked, Jawg not letting his gaze be lifted as he gently tapped the Cubit with his tail. With that, the two were whisked into a farmer's field by the Cubit's illusion, both of them confused until a stampede of Ram-Cow Mixamals ran them down, a rabid Mix of the two foaming at the mouth.

Digging their feet into the ground and glancing to the sky, the Mix rocketed upwards, using their tail as a bouncy spring. What they didn't plan for was how little distance they'd cover. Plummeting back to the ground, they sent sand molecules flying as they hit it, growling. "How'll we do this…" They wondered as their eye widened, the ground moving beneath them. Turning around, they found Hoogi to be gently cupping them up in his hands, glancing from the Mix to the sky. "Heh, heh…" He chuckled, before launching the Mix up at extreme speed, instantly blasting through the dense flower petals and landing on the bouncy bud. Hoogi squinted to see if the Mix had landed and lit up at the sight of it leaping around, not even noticing the single glowing eye observing him from the shadows of the giant sunflower cacti.

"Hm… Where threat?" The Mix asked itself as it glanced around the open tops of the sunflower cacti, a sea of buds stretching as far as their eye could see. Leaping up and turning around at the sound of rustling among the flower leaves, the Mix was on high alert. "Grrr… SHOW YOURSELF!" They barked as their attention snapped to the direction of the sound.

Suddenly, a Nixel Mix with eight legs and three arms leaped from the leaves, followed by a small swarm of similarly horrific Mixes. "Uh oh." The Mix said as it leaped backwards to another sunflower, the first Nixel Mix plunging into the bud they had previously stood on no sooner than they had launched. "NIX!" It roared as it punctured the bud and launched itself flying upwards.

Leaping from bud to bud as the Nixels gave chase, Hoogi glanced upwards and observed the silhouettes of the Mix being chased by the Nixels. "Oh no! I've gots to help…" Hoogi said, glancing around for things to throw up. The single eye that had been observing him ducked behind a cactus so he wouldn't notice. "Patience. Strike when the time is right." Another voice whispered, the second and third glowing eyes of the previous figure lighting up.

"Idea!" The Jawg & M.C. Mix yelled out as it narrowly dodged a trio of Nixel Mixes leaping into a sunflower bud and puncturing it. "Nix… NIX!" A lone Nixel Mix roared as the Mix blew a raspberry in its face, angering it even further. Giving chase as the Mix began running loops around the sunflowers, the swarm of Nixels didn't even notice they were being trapped as the bouncy buds were destroyed one by one around them as they went. With a sudden halt, the Mix turned to face the Nixels, laughing as they went. "NIIIIX!" One screamed as it lunged towards the final bud.

Suddenly, the Mix used its tail to launch upwards at an alarming speed. The force of the launch affected the bud, and the wobble came back with such force that it sent the lead Nixel Mix flying horizontally at extreme speed, much to the amusement of the Jawg & M.C. Mix. As it had planned, the other Nixels came crashing into the bud, tearing it apart and leading them to fall down the spiked stem of it, splitting apart as they went. "Ha! …Now how do we land?" They asked aloud as they began to plummet, struggling in the air. It wasn't long before the not-so delicate claws of Hoogi caught them in mid-air. "I've gotcha, buddies!" He said enthusiastically, much to the pain of the Mix.

Landing with a hint of elegance, Hoogi clumsily dumped off the Mix as M.C. and Jawg split, exhausted. "That was WONDERFUL!" Hoogi exclaimed as the Nixels burst out of the side of the cacti, also exhausted and covered in spikes, not a single Nixel Mix in sight among the mass. A clap was heard. "Not that graceful, but appreciated… Thanks Hoogi!" M.C. remarked. "Uh… I'm not clapping, bud." Hoogi said as M.C.'s pupil widened, looking to the Spikel as Jawg shot to his feet in alert.

It was now that the trio noticed the clapping was coming from a denser collection of cacti, one shrouded in darkness. This wasn't celebratory; a slow clap. "Bravo, you and that hound disposed of those Nixels with ease." A familiar, grainy voice remarked, never ceasing in their claps. "Wait… I-I recognize that voice…" M.C. said, beginning to tremble. "Who?!" Jawg barked as he snarled in the direction of the shadowed opponent.

"Yup, the one and only leader of the N-Mixel Armada." Fuzer said as he stepped out into the light, an evil grin formed across his face.

"Ugh, how much further?" Gobba asked as he dragged along behind Chomly. "Dude, we've been walking for three minutes, come on." Chomly said as he trudged along, yanking a cake out of his jaw and throwing it to Gobba to keep him going. Of course, Gobba made short work of it as he gobbled it up in mere seconds, his teeth clattering together like a paper shredder. "Oh, that hit the spot! Now, let's go find this gard- OH THERE IT IS!" Gobba said, zipping ahead of Chomly with his energy restored and gazing upon the grand zen gardens.

"Swarmin' with Nixels, of course." Chomly observed and face-palmed. Raised up as a small river bordered, several large zen gardens stood in ruins. Stones had been tossed around and the intricate carvings in the sand had been replaced with hideous attempts of Nixel portraits, as good those created by meathead Nixel Mixes could be. "Alright, no Footi in sight. How's about we take this sneakily?" Gobba asked. Silence befell the two Fang Gang Mixels before unanimously bursting into laughter.

A spider-esque Nixel Mix scuttled around the ruins of one of the zen gardens, accompanied by a lone, three-eared Nixel. The Mix sniffed around, content with the destruction it and the swarm had brought to the area. On the other hand, the standalone Nixel trembled. They were afraid of the Mix's strength, and it knew that. "Nix, nix." The Mix said and smiled through its oversized mouth, holding out a Negative Cubit for the Nixel to join in. The Nixel was shook, wishing to politely decline. "Nix… Nix?" They said and forced an awkward smile. "Nix." The Mix said, proceeding to pick up a large stone and throw it at the Nixel.

Then, a barrage of spikes made their home in the Mix's spindly legs, barely making it flinch but still enraging it nonetheless. It turned to face the source, only to have a cactus stripped of its spikes crush the Mix, splitting the unconscious Nixels apart. "Never make me eat spikes again…" Gobba said, reeling from the experience of devouring a cactus. "Heh. Alright, where do we find Footi?" Chomly asked. "Oh, I know!" Gobba yelled excitedly as he began to drool, his whip-like tongue extended outwards. Laying down and putting his ear to the ground, he then proceeded to slobber on the ground, using his amazingly accurate sense of taste to attempt to track Footi's movement. "This way!" Gobba exclaimed after a pause, bouncing in the direction of large, obvious footprints as Chomly stood unamused.

Snarling as he dragged his tongue across the ground, not too far removed from an insane Mixel, Gobba came to a halt. "Chom, we've gots a problem." He said as his brother came to a halt, both of them looking onwards at what they saw. "NIX, NIX!" A lone Nixel roared from massive swarm with a Nixed Footi standing among them.

"The N-Mixel what now?" Hoogi asked, scratching his head as Jawg snarled, M.C. standing in fear as he thought back to his first encounter with the Infernite. "Right, you prickly bunch are disconnected from the city. We're a buncha Mixels that know what's best: the Nixel way of life." Fuzer said, strolling around the group as Jawg kept a fierce eye contact. "B-but that's wrong… Mixels are meant to work together, create new things, Mix… even uphold nightly nuzzle-wuzzle schedules!" Hoogi replied. "Tell me, Spikel. Have you ever had the fortune of being Nixed before?" Fuzer asked, holding his arms behind his back as he continued his stroll. His calm tone was surprising to M.C., only instilling a sense of fear.

"Yeah, actually. My brother Footi fell for the I-Cubit scam. It wasn't long before he got Nixed and caught me and Scorpi… It's why he suggested to set up our district in the desert…" Hoogi said, recounting his experiences from three years ago. "Ah, so you have had a taste of truth. Then, I query… Why aren't you on my side?" Fuzer asked, his last few words sounding colder as his tone dropped. "Because it was horrible! We're happy together, colorful and bright, wanting to create and spread joy! Experiencing life through the eyes of a Nixel was so violent, so hateful… That wasn't me." Hoogi said with a hint of sadness.

"Hm. I don't really believe ya." Fuzer said, raising an eyebrow. "W-What?" Hoogi was surprised. "If you'd seen the things I saw, done the things I did and felt the things I was feeling, you'd be in my shoes knowing it'd be the right way. I don't think you were truly Nixed." He said, turning away from the Mixels and clenching a fist. "Welp, that's my cue done." With that, he took a step back into the shadows of the cacti, the three Mixels taking a moment to process what was going on. "Hey, wait! You don't get to-" M.C. began and started running into the shadows, but he was frozen dead in his tracks. A single eye was staring at him, glowing a light green. "Come closer…" A voice whispered, but M.C. stood still. It was then that two more eyes opened, much larger, and the figure they belonged to lunged at him. With a scream, M.C. launched backwards into Hoogi's arms, the figure shifting back into the darkness. "Tch. I've gots my own backup, and your journey ends here, block." Fuzer said, peeping his head out of the shadows briefly to taunt M.C.

Suddenly, light began to dim all around, strengthening the shadows of the cacti. "Now is NOT a good time for clouds to block out the lightbulb sun!" Hoogi exclaimed, looking up to witness a behemoth of mass blocking out the light. "Perfect. Now you truly get to experience fear…" Anglow whispered as she began to lurk around, circling the Mixels and staying out of full view as her small eye dangled a glowing light. "What in the schnixel do we do…" M.C. wondered, paralyzed with fear. As if to answer, Jawg began barking and darting around in the darkness, blindly attempting to defend his friends. "W-wait, AGH! Get OFF me, savage!" Anglow cried out, Jawg biting her foot as she began to drift away in an attempt to outrun the Fang Gang leader. As the light began to return to the area, M.C. and Hoogi overheard the sounds of Jawg's growls and Anglow's screams as the two began a chase in the distance. "...Huh. Guess that's one less to deal with?" M.C. said, a sliver of confidence restored.

"Oh, of course you'd think that." Fuzer said, stepping into the light once more and whistling. "Huh?" Hoogi fixed his gaze upwards, hearing a familiar squeak amongst the rustling of leaves. "It could only be…" Hoogi remarked as M.C. looked concerned, Fuzer forming a horrendous smile. "Hoogi, I think-" M.C. began, but he wasn't getting through to him. "SCORPI!" Hoogi yelled out, leaping upwards and catching his brother and leader in his arms as they landed back down. "I missed you, buddy! Don't ever scamper off again, okay?" Hoogi said as he cuddled his brother. "Uh, Hoogi…" M.C. said, wide-eyed at the sight. "Yeah, buddy?" Hoogi asked, opening his eyes to the sight of a Nixed Scorpi, drooling at the mouth. "...Oh." Hoogi said, before Scorpi latched onto his face, sinking his infected teeth into his brother and transferring the Nixel toxins into him as well. After a few moments of screaming and thrashing around, Hoogi was Nixed, a duo of spiked zombies now in action as M.C. looked on in horror.

"WHY DO THEY HAVE CATAPULTS HERE?!" Chomly yelled out as he soared through the air with Gobba, a swarm of Nixels not far behind as the two crashed into a pile of sand that had been excavated by the Nixels. "Question later, RUN!" Gobba said as he forced himself up from the grains, Nixels landing all around them as if they were arrows shot from a bow. "I just wanted to find water to replenish the reservoir! Not go on a wild goose chase running for ours lives!" Chomly screamed as the two galloped along a marbled path, ruined ornamentation dotting the road. "Me too, stink-talk, but ya don't see me complainin'! We're helpin' the Spikels! TURN!" Gobba yelled as the two came to a sharp turn overlooking a river below. Nixels struggled to make the almost ninety-degree turn, plenty soaring over the edge into the currents below.

"How is this helping?!" Chomly cried out as he flailed his arms around. "Simple! They'll tired themselves out chasin' us, and then we free Footi!" Gobba pointed out, imagining a doodle-esque scenario in his head. "Those are NIXEL MIXES! If we don't tire when we Mix, imagine how much energy those horrors have!" Chomly said. "THAT'S IT! You're so smart, we Mix! HALT!" Gobba screamed as the two came up to a dead end, the path halting before an outcrop of venomous plants. "C'mon, I know I've gots one…" Chomly muttered as he rummaged through his jaw, throwing out various items such as a golden key, an expired hamlogna sandwich, and even an I-Cubit. "HURRY! They're almost here!" Gobba yelled. "GOTS ONE! …Huh?!" Chomly was perplexed as he yanked out a brown-tan Cubit, intended for a Fang Gang and Spikel Mix. "IT'S THE WRONG COLORS! WHAT'RE WE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT?!" Gobba screamed at the top of his lungs as the Nixels arrived, muttering and laughing amongst themselves. At the front of the swarm stood a Nixed Footi, drooling and ready to strike.

Of course, Chomly was never really the most sane Mixel. He was known for his crazy ideas, such as his living viperweed plants or his unusual obsession with high fives. So, when he glanced from his Cubit to Footi, he only smiled, one that Gobba caught onto and sighed at the sight of. "You're really gonna try and Mix with a Nixed Mixel, aren't ya?" Gobba asked, already knowing the answer as Chomly leaped into action, sliding up to Footi and forcing his hand onto the Cubit. It activated, rolling the two Mixels in separate balls of yarn as two needles took threads from both, forming a new ball made from multi-colored threads that burst apart and revealed a Mix of the two. Chomly's plan had worked, and although he controlled the Mix, Footi's elements had their colors restored.

The Mix laughed as the Nixels began to tremble, some crawling away as the Mix rose. "Let's make this quick, shall we?" The Mix asked as it launched upwards, getting a birds-eye view of the Nixel swarm and slamming back down into the heart of it, scattering the Nixels around. With their lanky legs and spiky/teethy feet, they made quick work of the swarm and sent the Nixels reeling. Its purpose fulfilled, the Mix split. "Dude, you are the craziest Mixel out there." Gobba remarked as Chomly let out a laugh. Remembering why he did that, Chomly turned to Footi, finding the Spikel in perfect health with colors restored. "Wow! I never want to experience that again. Also, HI FRIENDS!" Footi said, grabbing the two in a hug as they attempted to stay out of reach of Footi's massive, spiked toenails.

"Pleasure to see ya! Boy, that's one down then!" Gobba said, Footi going wide-eyed. "You don't mean… SCORPI! Do you know where he is?! Or even Hoogi?! We've gots to go save him!" Footi asked in a panic. "Yup! In the sunflower cacti forest, Hoogi's in there now with Jawg and M- WOAH!" Chomly began, being interrupted as Footi grabbed the two Fang Gang Mixels in his arms and dashed out to find the nearest catapult as fast as possible.

M.C. was surrounded. Behind him were the two Nixed Spikels, and in front, Fuzer. "What's the matter? Gots no friends to back you up? Ha! It's pathetic." The Infernite cackled. "Don't fail me now, Pippy…" M.C. said before whistling, immediately summoning the being. "Two lost mortals, on it." They said, turning to face Scorpi and Hoogi before firing off a beam of light. However, it didn't connect with either of the two. Instead, a huge spike had erected from the ground, taking the hit and blasting apart. "W-What?" Pippy asked before they attempted to restore the two's colors once more, meeting the same result.

"Y'know, these shards are pretty nifty. No wonder most of em' are hidden." Fuzer said, M.C. turning to find him holding a tan Cubit shard in his palm. "Does… does that…" M.C. began. "Give me the powers of the spike element? You bet!" Fuzer said, channeling its power into his body and proceeding to erupt a volley of spikes from the ground. M.C. braced himself, but ended up finding himself inside a cocoon of sorts built from spikes. "MonoChrome! Stay still, I-I'll…" Pippy began, Fuzer laughing as he used the shard to create an opening small enough for him to talk to M.C. "Aw, what's the matter? Afraid of being Nixed? It's not like you don't already gots the color scheme to fit!" Fuzer remarked. "If you like this so bad, why don't YOU stay Nixed?!" M.C. asked, angered and afraid. "Please. I need to stay like this in order to lead our team. Once we're done, and Mixopolis' only colors are black and white… then I can have the release of being Nixed!" Fuzer said, sealing up the hole in the cocoon and creating another in the back, allowing Hoogi and Scorpi to get in and begin Nixing M.C. as he struggled to fight back.

Pippy could only look on in horror. He was trapped outside the spikes. They knew they couldn't help any further than freeing Mixels. They weren't supposed to. But there was no telling what being Nixed would do to a Mixel as unique as M.C. Pippy didn't want to see their only true friend be harmed. "Stay… BACK!" Pippy roared in an unusual manner, turning red with anger as a blast of energy shot out from their form, shattering the spikes immediately and stunning Hoogi and Scorpi just before M.C. was Nixed. Fuzer stumbled back from the force, unable to halt Pippy from restoring the colors of the two Spikels.

M.C. looked up at Pippy, stunned at what just happened. "I thought you…" M.C. started, getting to his feet. "Were forbidden from assisting in any way that would not involve color restoration. That would be… correct." They said. "So… why?" M.C. asked. Pippy stayed silent for a moment, before choosing not to fabricate a half-true answer. "You're my friend, and friends don't watch each other fall without lending a hand. I'm… certain the Maximum Mixel won't berate me for this." Pippy said, turning back to their normal colors and extending a claw from their form for a fist bump. M.C. smiled, and proceeded to grasp his hand around Pippy's 'fist', making the being squint. "You do realize that is not how it is done, right?" They asked, but M.C. only laughed. "Yup!"

"Ugh! Do you ever give up?!" Fuzer cried out, his fuse ignited as he grasped the shard. M.C. turned to the two Spikels, who were still recovering from the experience. "Stay away from my friends!" M.C. yelled at Fuzer, shifting his colors to that of a Spikel and growing a series of spikes along his back, turning it to Fuzer and launching them. "Wha- OUCH!" Fuzer said as a spike slashed at his hand, sending the shard flying into M.C.'s grasp.

"M.C.!" Hoogi said cheerfully as he caught the Mixel in a hug, only enduring it due to his Spikel powers. "ENOUGH! Anglow, get over here!" Fuzer bellowed, jumping with a scream as her three eyes opened beside him. "Yes, Fuzer?" She asked while stepping out into the light, covered in bite marks. "Mix. Now." He said as he pulled out a Rainbow Cubit covered in scratches. "B-But our values! We-" Anglow tried to reason with Fuzer, but his fuse only ignited with his anger. "Mixin' is a means to an end! NOW!" He screamed as he forced the Cubit against her third eye, the two spiraling as the Cubit activated. However, something went wrong. Perhaps it was the damaged Cubit, or Anglow's unwillingness to Mix, but the two Murped. A bestial figure about to go on a rampage stood before M.C. and Hoogi.

Jawg shot out from the foliage, growling at the sight of the Murp but then turning his gaze to Scorpi, who was still curled over and recovering. "Jawg, protect Scorpi! I've gots an idea…" M.C. said as the Murp roared. "What's the plan, dude?" Hoogi asked. "Easy, you once said something solves everything, right?" M.C. asked, Hoogi lighting up as he realized what would come next. "HUGS!" Hoogi yelled as he pulled out a Cubit, the two being launched together from catapults as they formed a Mix. The Murp saw this and spat fire at the Mix, which it burst through with its huge claws. "You just need a hug!" The Mix shouted out, closing in on the Murp and wrapping its arms around it, knowing how sharp their hands truly were. However, this would prove an unexpected result as the Murp's lengthy tongue ignited a fuse, which reached its base in mere seconds, a telling sign of what was about to happen. "Uh oh."

The mushroom cloud that came from the Murp's explosion was large enough to be seen from the Mixel Moon.

Split from Anglow, Fuzer coughed, his contingency a failure. M.C. rose to his feet, covered in ash from the explosion. "Good thing these cacti are fire-proof, heh!" Hoogi said as he weakly raised a finger while laying down on his back. "Ugh… What… happened?" A weak, high-pitched voice asked. Turning around, M.C. witnessed Jawg helping Scorpi to his feet. "SCORPI!" Hoogi yelled, instantly on his feet and having scooped up his brother in his arms. "Are you hurt?!" He asked as he cradled him, making his smile and signature sounds of affection return. "Nah, just a little shook. But I'm okay now!" He said enthusiastically, his pupils sparkling as always.

"Fools… YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS! Especially you, gray boy! You'll REGRET the day you dared interfere!" Fuzer barked, but M.C. only shrugged. "Do not IGNORE ME!" Fuzer roared, but Anglow only sighed. "C'mon, big guy. P-Perhaps a tactical retreat is in order..?" She suggested, a hint of fear in her tone. Unlike the usual, Fuzer caved and sighed. "You're right…" He said before whistling, summoning a swarm of beaten Nixels in no shape to fight, carrying the two away.

"Alright, that's taken care of. Whats about Footi- Huh?" M.C. had his attention grabbed by the sound of distant screaming, only getting louder by the second. "Is that..?" Jawg asked, recognizing the voice. He would soon be answered by three figures crashing into a damaged sunflower cactus that Nixels had burst through earlier. Gobba and Chomly spat out its end, covered in prickly spikes and dazed from the experience of being catapulted several hundred yards. Following them was Footi, who tap-danced out of the damaged plant with grace. "FOOTI!" Both Hoogi and Scorpi yelled in unison, rushing towards their brother and embracing him. "Hello, buddies!" He said, wrapping his arms around the two. "So pleasant to see you guys again! I don't wish to dampen the mood… BUT THE NIXEL AIRSHIP JUST LANDED IN THE GLORP CORP DISTRICT!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, startling Scorpi and prompting him to bolt on top of Hoogi's head.

"Yup… Can confirm…" Gobba said weakly, attempting not to throw up as he reeled from the experience of being catapulted. "Oh, that's what the cloud was…" Hoogi said, realization hitting him like a truck. "We've gots to go help them! …But our oasis is in ruin." Scorpi said, looking out to the once pristine micro-town. Jawg joined the Spikel in his observations, and came to a conclusion. "We'll help repair the place. You and M.C. go save the Glorp Corp!" He said. "We'll what?" Chomly asked, surprised at the suggestion.

"Are you sure? It's our home, we oughta-" Footi began, but Jawg placed his tail over the Spikel's mouth to shush him. "We'll do it! It's the least a Mixel can do to help. Now, go!" He yelled, trotting over to his brothers and attempting to force the queasy duo up. "Huh, what a kind little Mixel." Hoogi remarked. "You know what that means!" Scorpi added, the three Fang Gang going wide-eyed. "FREE HUGS!" The Spikels yelled out as they and M.C. caught the Fang Gang in a group hug, much to their dismay.

King Nixel strolled through the Wiztastics District as Nixels brought forth destruction all around. Wiztastics were forced out into the streets and promptly Nixed as powerful Nixel Mixes overturned the many attractions on display. "Magnificent! The destruction is utterly MAGNIFICENT! Wouldn't you say, Major?" King Nixel remarked as he stared in awe of the wrath the Nixels were bringing. Silence was not the response he expected, however. "Major..? MAJOR?!" He roared and turned around, only to find his second-in-command had vanished.

As usual, anger filled the King as he proceeded to grunt. To him, Major had been showing potential signs of doubt, thoughts that could bloom into actions of traitorous intent. "Our Mixes are NECESSARY to finish the job. If Major cannot see that and now intends to abandon his post…" King Nixel thought to himself. "Nix?" A voice grabbed his attention, a Nixel Mix offering a tray of freshly baked cupcakes. "Oh, thank you, Nixel minion." He said as he plucked one from the tray and continued along. It was just like one Major would make, black and white, the only difference being a series of Bar-B-Cube sprinkles. Flinging it into his mouth, he struggled to keep the cold-hot flavor down, a trademark topping of the Mixels. Despite this, he swallowed anyway.

"That old fool might have just gone to oversee production of Negative Cubits in the Glorp Corp District. Ha, he never leaves a stone unturned."

The three Spikels and M.C. arrive at the border overlooking the Glorp Corp District. It was only a few hundred yards from the Spikels' oasis, a sandstone road dotted with marbled fountains and decorated cacti marking the way. "Well, here we are!" Footi exclaimed, the sand giving way to a bogland filled with dense nose-trees. "I don't like the slime of this place…" Scorpi remarked, a drip of ooze falling onto his head as he took one step into uncomfortable territory.

Flybuzzer Mixamals darted around the warm air while the Mixels began their path through the district. It was a humid area, although nowhere near as comparable to that of the previous district. "Huh, Mixopolis really has a wild layout. One minute you're in a place full of tall buildings and the next, somewhere lookin' to have no one living in it." M.C. stated, thinking back his experiences in other districts. "I think it's wonderful! …Although I haven't been to any others until now." Hoogi said, M.C. surprised. "Huh? How come?"

"Well, us three like to stay together as much as possible. Unfortunately, Scorpi…" Began Footi. "Whenever we go someplace else, I either end up in a crazy Murp or get Nixed… The only reason we're here now is cause' there's Nixels and some folks will need help." Scorpi said and scampering along. Hoogi pulled M.C. aside, whispering into his ear. "He's super, SUPER skittish. Not always was he like this…" Footi too crouched down and held an elbow up so Scorpi wouldn't overhear. "Plus, he's our leader. We don't wanna come off as rude or insensitive in saying that we wanna go exploring, because we know he's scared of it."

"Hm?" Scorpi turned around as the other three swiftly adjusted to a neutral pose to seem as if they hadn't been talking. "Everything okay, buddies?" He asked. "Yeah, yeah, it's all fine and dandy! C'mon friends, let's commence forth and follow me!" Footi said, skipping along as his giant feet left huge marks where he stepped. Plunging into the mire of the swamps, the four began a trek.

After what felt like hours, the cheerful Footi came to a stop. He was exhausted and the other three were no different. "Okay… uh, where do these Glorp Corp folks even live?" He asked. "You're right, we haven't passed a single house or hut. No Nixels in sight, either…" M.C. stated. "Footi… Have you been taking us in circles?" Scorpi asked, glancing at a run-down water well he had sighted earlier. "Look! The lightbulb sun's starting to go down, we'll be trapped in this bog if we don't find our way out soon!" Hoogi pointed up at the sky, the light illuminating the area beginning to dim as fire-flybuzzers began to stir and light up.

"Wait, I've gots an idea!" M.C. said, raising a finger as the three Spikels turned to him. "Remember how you launched the Mix of Jawg and I earlier?" He asked. "Oh yeah! Although, those trees are a lot higher, and with the mist…" Hoogi began. "Exactly! So that's why Footi and I should Mix and-" He tried to say. "Use our spring-loaded legs to leap up from Hoogi's hands AS he launches us, therefore gaining even more height! M.C., you mini-Teslo! Grab this Cubit and let's do it!" Footi exclaimed cheerfully as he whipped out a Cubit. With the tap of a Cubit, the two were loaded up into test tubes, being super-heated by bunsen burners as they turned to a liquid form with their eyes sitting atop. Being poured into a beaker and shook, the two then burst from the glass, a lanky Mix ready to launch.

"Ready?" The Mix asked in Footi's voice as they leaped into Hoogi's claws. "GO!" The care-bear Spikel said as he launched the Mix at the same moment they sprang up, sending them soaring upwards to skyscraper heights. Opening their three eyes, the Mix caught glimpse of not only the skyline of Mixopolis, but a clearing that was north-east of their position. "Aha! There we go! …Now how do we get down?" They asked as they started to plummet towards the ground, crashing head-first into a pit of sludge and ooze. "North-east from here! We'll lead the way!" The Mix said as its head burst up from the pit, but their eyes widened as the sludge around them began to rumble. "Uh oh." They whispered as an angered Teethy-Croc Mixamal burst up from the pit, sending the Mix flying out of its dwelling. Scorpi's tail immediately straightened up as he latched onto Hoogi's head. "RUN!" The Mix cried out as the three darted in direction of the clearing, the Teethy-Croc giving chase in its annoyance.

Bursting through lilypad-filled waters and scattering Amphipods, as well as greenery and a dense fog, the group finally crashed into the clearing, skidding through surprisingly dry grass for once. "WE MADE IT!" Footi screamed out, splitting from M.C. and laying down on his back. "Oh, the sweet scent of civilized growth!" He began to swerve his arms and legs around, making an imprint in the grass as if he were making a snow angel. "That Teethy-Croc shouldn't follow, they never leave their swamp regions! You can get down now, Scorpi, it's safe!" Hoogi said, prying Scorpi from his head as his legs relaxed their iron grip on his head. "Uh, guys?" M.C. asked, on his feet and looking at the horizon before him.

The Spikels turned and faced what M.C. was witnessing: a large junkyard that blocked their way forward, bordering the swamplands they had just been ejected from. Stacks of trash heaps like skyscrapers pierced the horizon as a rotten scent plagued the nostrils of the Mixels. "From one dump to another… Why do they even have this?" Hoogi asked as Scorpi once again leaped atop his head. "Eh, ever since the Trashoz retired you've gots to put your waste somewhere. But, there's only one Glorp Corp Mixel we know with an insatiable appetite for trash…" Footi began, knowing Scorpi wouldn't be okay with this as he sighed. "Even though he scares me, we're still going to check to see if he's okay... C'mon." Scorpi said as he leaped off Hoogi's forehead and began to stroll through the dump.

Moving through the area, M.C. glanced around an area that was both unkempt and tidy. While there were massive piles of trash - consisting of ruined electronics and old food - none of it was spread across the clearly laid out paths. Even more peculiar was that there appeared to be contraptions and gizmos created from the various items of trash, such as a xylophone constructed from recycled bottles and surprisingly solid wooden huts. Even a run-down mobile home was embedded amongst the junk. Mixels were living here, but yet none were in sight. "Kinda ominous. It's like Trasho haven here, but where is everyone?" Hoogi wondered, taking in all of the surroundings.

And then, a rustling sound emitted from the peak of a micro-mountain of trash. Scorpi barely caught sight of a vine-like tail's movement, but that was all he needed to know to start tensing up. He screamed and cowered behind Hoogi, both him and Footi glancing around to locate what he saw. "Yo, buddy! Bark once if you're Nixed, bark twice if you're not!" Hoogi hollered out, using his hands like a funnel to amplify his suggestion, receiving a disappointed look from Footi. "If he's Nixed, he can't understand you." He stated. "Oh yeah. Heh-heh." No sooner had Hoogi chuckled did a boulder of sludge zoom past the four, nearly taking M.C. as it went. Only then did the four catch a clear glimpse of who was present with them: a Nixed Glurt.

Wasting no time, M.C. whistled, Pippy appearing before him. "Say no more, I shall restore this mortal's colors, and-" They attempted to say, only to be submerged in a pile of junk as Glurt caused an avalanche of trash. "INCOMING!" Hoogi yelled, grabbing the three Mixels as tossing them aside, barely escaping the flow as it plunged into the path. "I cannot free him if I do not have a clear shot. Nor can I do so being covered in… rubbish." Pippy stated, blasting out from the pile of junk, green with disgust as sludge trailed off their form.

"You're right, but I've gots an idea! Scorpi, how's about we-" M.C. began. "Nope." Scorpi stated, cutting him off. "Great, let's- wait wha?" He muttered, confused. "I don't Mix with anyone but my brothers, unless the world is at stake. Last time I did, it was with Glurt, and our Murp tore up an entire park! Sure, one with Torts worked, but that was a one time thing… I'm too scared to risk it again." Scorpi said.

Hoogi and Footi both frowned, but the sound of footsteps caught the attention of the four as they fixed their gaze on the direction of the sound. Moreover, there was a sound of whistling, and the source of this was revealed to be none other than the Glorp Corp Mixels Torts. "Ah, nothin' like a nice bathe in the swamps… Huh?" He froze in his tracks at the sight of the group, surprised to see them. "Well, howdy! What brings you guys here?" He asked, being answered by an entire trash pillar toppling onto him.

M.C. was quick to activate his Cragster powers and burrow underneath the pile, bursting up and unearthing Torts from the hunk of junk. "Wow! You can shift tribes? Rad fun!" Torts exclaimed, waving his gooey arms around and shaking M.C.'s hand, covering it in goop. "I'm Torts, nice to meet ya!" He said. "M.C.! Is that your Nixed brother causing havoc?" M.C. asked, looking to the three Spikels as they danced around a landslide of trash alongside Pippy. "Uh, yeah! Glurt's the only kinda Mixel that can scamper up these trash heaps." Torts stated. "So, how's about we Mix and get a hold of him!" M.C. suggested, Torts cheering happily as he pulled out a Rainbow Cubit. "Yay-yaaay!"

By the power of the Cubit's illusion, the two were thrown into the filament tray of a 3D printer. The device activating, red-hot lasers forged the outlines of a Mix, then the two Mixels were forced inside of it, resulting in the Mix bursting through. "Time to catch that trash-hound!" The Mix exclaimed, launching out one of their super-stretchy slime arms and latching onto the peak of a trash pile. Using their arm to ascend the heap, they caught sight of Glurt, the Mixel overlooking the Mix from atop the peak. "Glurt! Just stay still, buddy!" They cried out, but Glurt only tapped one of his feet against a run-down washing machine. With that, the whole heap began to topple as he began to launch to another.

Deterrence was not instilled in the Mix, however. Wrapping a slimy hand around Glurt in mid-air as he went wide-eyed, they retracted their arm and held onto the Nixed Mixel. "I've gotcha! …Oh." They said, realizing the scenario they put themself in as the trash heap came crashing into them. Split apart, Torts and M.C. surfaced above the sea of junk. "Where is he?!" M.C. asked in a panic, being answer by Glurt popping his head up from underneath a broken lampshade. "Ah, there we are. A clear shot!" Pippy said, blasting Glurt with light and restoring his colors. "Was that so hard, hm?"

"GLURT!" Torts exclaimed as he latched onto his brother and hugged him. "Ugh… Oh! Howdy, Torts!" He said as his tail began to propel around in excitement. Making quick work of the immediate heap surrounding the three, he gobbled up a large quantity of the trash as if he were a Fang Gang Mixel. M.C. was dazed and on the ground while Torts began to bounce in place. "Oh, Spikels! Howdy, howdy, howdy!" Glurt cheered as he ran loops around the three. Scorpi was wide-eyed, but the other two were cheery to see the Glorp Corp Mixel.

"Heya Glurt! Nice to see ya, any idea what's goin' on in this district?" Footi asked. "Nope!" Glurt replied, slime spitting as he went and his tail wagging. "So how did you get Nixed, then?" Hoogi asked, curious. "Oh yeah! Some really weird Nixels came through while I was doing my daily trash munch and Nixed me!" Glurt exclaimed. "Were they Nixel Mixes?" M.C. asked, eliciting a surprised look from both Glurt and Torts. "THEY CAN MIX?!" They both yelled out in unison.

"You didn't know? What about the Nixel airship that came through here?!" M.C. was shocked. "So that's what that loud sound was…" Torts remarked, putting two and two together as the Spikels and M.C. looked at him disappointedly. "Dudes, I was in the bogs for hours! I didn't even know the Nixels were BACK!" Torts said.

"Well, if Glurt was Nixed, we'd oughta go check to see if everyone else is alright…" Scorpi said, Glurt and Torts lighting up. "Yeah! Lead the way, buddy!" Glurt said, brushing up beside him and making him visibly uncomfortable. "Wha- I don't even know this place." Scorpi said. "True! Follow me, buddies!" Torts said, bouncing along through the junkyard as the other five followed.

Stepping outside of the junkyard and finally free of the disgusting smell, M.C. fixed his gaze on the horizon. The real meat of the district stood before the group, rolling plains of bright green grass filled with camper vans and mobile homes, as well as nose-shaped rocks that acted as homes. Palm trees that oozed slime were everywhere alongside dark wooden boardwalks bordering rivers of sludge. It was like a tropical paradise for the Glorp Corp, but a gross getaway for anyone else.

"Ah, home sweet home! …Where is everyone?" Torts asked, taking note of the complete lack of Mixels in sight. "Nixels must've been through here, look!" Hoogi said, pointing a claw to a lone Nixed Mixel not far ahead of them. As they got closer, they took note of the Mixel's slime-drenched wings as they struggled to lift up off the ground. "Slusho?!" Glurt exclaimed. M.C. didn't even need to whistle for Pippy as the being swooped in to free the Glorp Corp Mixel. "Oh… OH! Torts, Glurt! This is really, really bad!" Slusho started spitting words in a panic. "Whoa, whoa. What happened, friend?" Footi asked, trying to calm him down.

"Nixels ran through here and kidnapped everyone! Some weird giant Nixel was there too, and they're all gone to the giant Cubit!" Slusho screamed out. "They must be trying to capture it… Which way?" M.C. observed and asked. "North, near the Wiztastics border. Waste no time, let's go!" He said, the Mixels beginning to run off. Of course, Slusho's skills were no better when not Nixed. He attempted to lift off, but his slime-covered wings were no help as he sighed. "You coming?" Torts asked. "I can't… Go without me!"

Glomp panted as he struggled to catch his breath. He and the rest of his tribe were thrill seekers, but running on a high-speed treadmill for hours on end with no breaks was pushing it. "How… much… longer..?" He asked through strained breaths. A blast of slime grazed his hand as a large shadow loomed over him. "N-nevermind…" He admitted defeat with these words, the giant Nixel Mix turning around and drawing its attention elsewhere as it left a trail of slime.

"Che problema? Just keep running, cugino. We'll find a way out of this… but for the moment, this is easy!" Gurggle remarked, running backwards along a treadmill to Glomp's left as he shot a smug expression. "Speak for yourself, hothead!" Dribbal yelled out as his shift in attention caused him to go rocketing off the treadmill, stumbling right in front of the gargantuan Nixel Mix. "Oh, schnixel." He muttered before a small swarm of Nixels swarmed him and swiftly Nixed him. With this, the Nixel Mix pressed a button on a handheld device with its giant fingers, accelerating the treadmills Glomp and Gurggle were on to an extreme speed.

"Just… keep… going!" Gurggle said as his legs began to blur from the speed at which they ran.

"Hold it!" Torts whispered in a panic as the group came by a fork in the path, ducking behind a rack of surfboards and a port-a-potty. "Holy Maxes! There's at least a couple hundred Nixels out there!" Footi remarked as the Mixels overlooked an area unique to the Glorp Corp District: the racetrack. Surrounding an islet was a looping raceway dotted with the usual checkered blue-white flags, but also the unusual droves of Mixels running against makeshift treadmills. That wasn't all, however, as in the center of the islet sat a giant Glorp Corp Cubit. Being hacked away at by the normal mechanized fists to generate Cubits, operations seemed normal, except for the fact that Nixels were scooping up the ores from the slime river acting as a conveyor belt and promptly turning them into Negative Cubits, machines to do so being powered by the energy of the treadmills.

"Do you guys see that big Nixel Mix?" Scorpi asked, looking at a hulking monstrosity shaking the ground as it stepped. "Yeah… WAIT. Is that a Cubit shard in its chest?!" M.C. asked, noting a glowing object embedded in its chest. Green, glowing veins emanated from the shard

"I've gots an idea… When I was in the Cragsters' mine, we blew up a Cubit like this and it restored everyone's colors! Why don't we-" M.C. suggested, only for Glurt to growl in denial. "Are you kidding?! We can't waste giant Cubits like that, especially now that there's only forty left in the whole world!" Torts stated. "I… didn't know that. Huh, what DO we do, then?" M.C. wondered.

"GROUPS!" Hoogi suggested at the top of his lungs, alerting the others as they prayed Nixels didn't overhear. "What are you talking about? And keep your voice-" Scorpi began. "Simple! There's six of us, so we go around doing different things! Torts, you and I will sever the power line, Footi and Glurt will quietly take out Nixels, and M.C. and Scorpi get the shard off that Nixel!" Hoogi said while imagining this plan as if it were a series of hand-crafted paper cutouts, only for Scorpi to burst through.

"Um, this is fine and dandy… But what about if we need to Mix?" Scorpi asked, but it was already too late as the other two duos had touched Cubits. Both activated simultaneously as the four Mixels were split into several dozen jigsaw pieces and rearranged until the two Mixes had formed. "Yeah!" The two Mixes cried out and high fived before trailing off, tending to their areas of the plan. "C'mon, Scorpi! I know you're not one for Mixin', but let's get this done!" M.C. said, holding out a hand as Scorpi returned a smile, eager to at least try even if he was scared. Scorpi placed his tail in M.C.'s hand and shook it as a sign of eagerness, making M.C. go wide-eyed as he recoiled and nursed his hand. "Let's go!" Scorpi said, scampering off. "Wait, gots one thing left first!" M.C. said before whistling, summoning Pippy. "Hm?" They wondered, before turning to witness the situation. "Allow me to guess. You require assistance?" Pippy asked. "Yup! I'm also asking you to tag along the whole way just in case… but also as a friend to have some fun along the way." M.C. said, smiling. "Ha, very well, MonoChrome."

Two Nixed Glorp Corp Mixels moaned and groaned as they lumbered around the track aimlessly, three separate Nixels laughing as they observed the colorless Mixels. Out of nowhere, a lasso of slime wrapped around one Nixel and pulled it into the slimy river. Before either of the two Nixels could react, they too met the same fate, overwhelmed by a horrendous stench as they went down the shallow stream. As the two Mixels stumbled away, the Glurt & Footi Mix crept up from the river bank and began to move along the path, tip-toeing as they went. "Sneaky, sneaky sneaky…" They muttered to themself as they ducked behind a flagpole while a small Nixel Mix moved by, only to be launched into the river by the Mix.

"This ooze is horrendous…" The Mix of Hoogi & Torts moaned as they swam by the stream in which freshly-harvested Cubits were being dropped into for transport. Diving under as Nixels scooped up Cubits with large branches, they waited until the Nixels turned their gaze to the Negative Cubit-creating machines, and launched out of the stream, quickly knocking out the Nixels with their claws and armpit slime. "Okay, okay… How do we shut this down?"

M.C., Scorpi and Pippy snuck by small groups of Nixel scouts, ducking behind a series of traffic lights. In their sights was the rear end of the giant Nixel, overlooking several Glorp Corp Mixels running against the treadmills. "That's… That's Glomp!" Scorpi whispered, noticing the Glorp Corp leader on a treadmill sweating bullets. "My, my. How do you two intend to conquer this monstrosity without destroying the Cubit?" Pippy asked. "Simple! I'm gonna run up and distract it with my tribe powers while Scorpi takes the chance to run along his back and pluck the shard. Once that's done, we'll regroup with the other four and we're home free!" M.C. said enthusiastically, attempting to keep his voice down through the excitement. "An utmost peculiar plan, but, do proceed. I shall stand by to free any Mixels you encounter when the time is right." Pippy said. "If we're ready… then let's go!"

"An utmost peculiar plan indeed. Especially considering we heard the whole thing." An unfamiliar, broken and layered voice stopping the three dead in their tracks as they began to move. "W-who said-" M.C. asked. "Be not of worry, miserable Mixel." The Nixel Mix said as it turned to face the three. Only then did they get a true glance at its pseudo-mustache created by the combination of Nixel eyebrows. "Your attempts are amusing, but futile against I, the Blob Nixel." It said, snapping its fingers. At the sound of this, Nixels surrounded the other two Mixes, ready to Nix them at any moment.

"Glomp! Open your eye, we've got a problem!" Gurggle shouted to his exhausted cousin. "Huh..?" Glomp muttered, his energy drained. "That grasso is about to Nix your brothers, the Spikels, and some monochrome guy! We've got to do something!" Gurggle yelled out, Glomp struggling to stay on the treadmill. "Ugh, fine!" Gurggle screamed, halting his run and launching off the treadmill at alarming speed.

"We ain't stopping here! Ready?!" The Mix of Torts & Hoogi yelled out, the other nodding excitedly. "CHARGE!" The two yelled in unison as they began to cut through the lines of Nixels, launching plenty into the river and sending others flying into goal posts, glued to them with slime. "WE'RE COMIN', BUDDIES!"

Gurggle soared through the air and led with one foot on a collision course with the Blob Nixel, only to be halted in mid air as a green bubble formed around him. "Wha?!" He screamed. "Mere fool." The Nixel remarked before raising a finger and sending Gurggle's bubble flying into the two Mixes, splitting the four Mixels and stunning all five.

Nixels approached M.C. and Scorpi as Pippy hovered by in shock, unable to do anything. "We are the most intelligent individual. We see all, think all, and do all, and that is a result of our perfect Mix in unison with this gem. Accept your fate, Mixels." The Nixel said as the swarm cackled.

Glomp observed this event. His eye struggled to stay open with tiredness, but what he saw couldn't be allowed to happen. "Oh, Maximum Mixel help me." He muttered before inhaling heavily through his nose, struggling not to cough as he went. After a few moments of rumbling and struggle, he released the motherload of snot, soaring into the air from the force of it all. Out too came a Rainbow Cubit, one which he barely managed to grab ahold of as his consciousness began to fade. He knew Scorpi wasn't one for Mixing, but he had to try as he tossed the Cubit at the two Mixels before blacking out.

"T-this is my fault… I was never cut out to lead when I'm too scared to act. Me, chosen as the leader of the Spikels when I was never the right pick for it. Now we're all gonna get Nixed…" Scorpi said, tears forming in his eyes. "Dude, I know now might be a bad time, but you can't control what you're afraid of! Footi and Hoogi… they don't care that you're afraid. I don't, neither does Glurt or Torts. They chose you to lead despite your flaws!" M.C. tried to reason as the Nixels began to smirk and laugh.

Just then, the Rainbow Cubit Glomp had tossed slammed into the ground in front of the two, making Scorpi's tail go straight in alert. M.C. glanced at it, thinking quick before the Nixels made their move. "I know you're afraid of Mixing, but we've gots no other option. You in? If you're comfortable with it, of course…" M.C. asked sheepishly as Scorpi sighed, shooting him a confident look. "Y'know what… Let's DO THIS!" He said, racing towards the ore as the two Mixels grabbed it.

Unamused, the Blob Nixel scoffed. "Seize them." It ordered, but that was too late. A cardboard sheet spread out underneath Scorpi and M.C., folding upwards and trapping the two in a box. Then, a layer of paint spread across it. Now decorated with a glittery, purple hue, orange wrapping paper was weaved around the box. Finally, a stamp placed the finishing touch on the front of it: a white question mark, just in time for it to burst open and reveal the Mix of Scorpi & M.C. "You're goin' DOWN, blob!" The Mix yelled out as it cut through the front lines of Nixels, sending them flying into the swampy river and splitting Nixel Mixes as they lunged around on all four legs.

"Ugh… HUH?! SCORPI DID IT! FOOTI, GET UP! HE MIXED AGAIN!" Hoogi hollered in excitement, waving his arms around as the four Mixels around him groaned, still reeling. He watched as the Mix of the two leaped up over the swarm of Nixels, staring down the Cubit shard embedded in the Blob Nixel's chest and ready to strike. "Amusing… Hm?" It began, only to whip its head in the direction of the giant Cubit in total shock. Lifting a finger and trapping the Scorpi & M.C. Mix in a bubble of slime, the Nixel Mix glanced at the Cubit and noticed something peculiar. In fact, it was disastrous. The Cubit was cracking.

And before long, the Cubit exploded, a wave of light blasting in a shockwave as Mixels and Nixels alike were knocked to their feet, Nixed Mixels being freed as Nixel Mixes were blown apart, including the Blob Nixel. Green Cubits rained down for miles. Stunned, the several dozen Nixels that had made up the Blob Nixel stumbled around, out of action. "Well that was anticlimactic." Scorpi remarked, having split from M.C. "SCORPI-I-I-I!" Both Hoogi and Footi rang out consecutively as they launched towards their brother, grabbing him in a hug as they laughed and cheered. "YOU DID IT! Ya finally Mixed again!" Footi said, proud of his brother. "Y-yeah! I couldn't have done it alone. Thanks for believing in me, guys…" Scorpi said, welling up with tears as he glanced to M.C., who returned a smile as he collected the green Cubit shard from where it laid. "GROUP HUG!" Hoogi roared out as he happily pulled M.C. into it before he got a chance to activate his Spikel powers, feeling the full force of it as he yelped in pain.

"Stai bene, Dribbal?" Gurggle asked as he caught up to where his brother had lumbered to, helping him to his feet. "I'll definitely feel it for a while, but yeah." He said, snorting and adjusting his cracked glasses. "GUYS! You're okay!" A familiar voice remarked as the two turned to see Slusho, his wings covered in slime as always and his face lit up at the sight of his brothers. "Glad to see you, Slusho. Say, where did you go?" Gurggle asked. "A-ha… guess…" Slusho laughed awkwardly as he glanced to his wings.

"GLOMP!" Torts yelled as he found his brother passed out along the track, snoring and having landed in a destroyed port-a-potty. "At least that broke his fall?" Glurt pointed out. "Oh…" Glomp groaned, beginning to stir as he regained consciousness. "Wh- What happened?! Is that Nixel gone?! Is… oh, I need some Cookironis…" Glomp said, succumbing to his deprived energy.

"Hey, Glomp! Were you the one who threw that Cubit?" Scorpi asked, the three Spikels, Glorp Corp cousins and M.C. having caught up. "Yeah, it took all my energy, though…" Glomp sighed, stumbling to his feet as his legs wobbled. "Nothing a hug can't fix!" Hoogi said, stepping forward as Glomp immediately shot to full alert and stepped out of the way with extreme speed, the Spikel tripping and falling. "Nope! I think I'm good, in fact, that workout was just what I needed to wake up! Right, Gurggle?" Glomp asked, panting through his words as his cousin laughed.

"Now that we're all together and safe, I've gots to ask… where'd the airship land?" M.C. asked, glancing around the horizon and spotting nothing but Glorp Corp Mixels tending to one another as Nixels laid still. "The airship? You mean the one that buzzed overhead and landed in the Wiztastics District?" Dribbal asked. "You mean… it didn't land here?" Footi asked in surprise. "For once, the so-called know-it-all's right." Gurggle remarked.

The Spikels glanced at one another with a concerned look, along with M.C. "We've gots to go help those Wiztastics!" M.C. exclaimed. "If the airship is there, then that might mean the Major is too. We'll be up against the strongest of the Nixels…" Scorpi said, beginning to have doubts. Glomp sighed as his bones ached. "Well, a little thrill-seeking is just what we're good at, right guys?" He asked, Glurt and Torts nodding profusely in agreement. "Eh, not as much here." Slusho shrugged. "How about we help clean up the mess here and you guys go on, eh?" Gurggle suggested.

Scorpi lowered his head for a moment, but thought about M.C.'s words from before, and lifted up with a look of confidence. "Alright, let's go save those magicians!" He said, the Spikels cheering in agreement. "By the way, who broke that Cubit?" Glurt asked. "I dunno, maybe some Nixel bumped into it. Oh well, Cubits-a-plenty, I guess." Glomp remarked as the group began to set out for the Wiztastics District.

As the group moved, a single eye observed from nearby bushes. The beholder was not of malicious intent, but rather self-doubt. "I couldn't save em'. Not when I'm alone… but who's to say I coulda even with help?" Booger sighed to himself as he watched the lightbulb sun begin to set, illuminating the landscape of the district with an orange hue. "Whoever that monochrome guy is… they really gots to be the true hero of this town. Not when I'm too much of a coward to stand up again for what's right."

Nixel soldiers turned their gaze to a being of power as he cleared his throat, falling in line and saluting as Major Nixel strolled past a small group of Nixels. "At ease, Nixels." He muttered as he continued his march, the Nixels quickly returning to hijinks as they messed with various magician equipment. The Wiztastics District had been turned on its head. Nixed Mixels of the magical tribe lined the streets as Nixels toyed with the many carnival attractions of the district. All Major wondered was why they hadn't razed this or any district to the ground yet.

As he turned a corner, he was almost blinded by the light show of signage on display outside the grand magic tent of the district. Hundreds of glamorous displays advertising the huge tent. "Well, this is gonna go one of two ways. I get my mustache shredded by King Nixel, or I get it shredded by one of those putrid Mixes. I have to lie about where I was, either way." He thought to himself, stepping into the tent as he gazed upon the darkened room, dozens upon dozens of red luxury chairs lined up to a grand stage hidden behind a crimson curtain. The show hadn't started yet, evidently.

"There you are, Major." An unmistaken voice boomed from behind Major as he whipped around pronto, saluting before King Nixel as the tyrant overlooked him. "Y-Your enlightenedness! I-I-I was just…" Major spat, sweating hard enough to flood a desert as he trembled. "Returning from a recon to the Glorp Corp District operations? Ha! How thoughtful, Major. I hadn't any idea where you went until I smelled that unmistakable odor off of you. I take it that all operations are well?" King said, not a hint of sarcasm or disbelief in his tone. "Uh… Yeah- Yes, sire! Everything is in TIP-TOP shape! A good ol' steady supply of Negative Cubits!" Major lied, but King didn't notice, smiling.

"Nixcellent. I take it you're here to join me for the show? Come, it's about to begin!" King Nixel said cheerily, excited at the thought and moving along the rows of seats to the front row as more Nixels barged in, stone popcorn and drinks in hand. "A-at once, your highness!" Major said, attempting to brush off any Glorp Corp scent as he stumbled up the carpeted lane.

Glomp cut through a spot of vegetation with a carved Max-blade. Although shoddy, the sickle-esque stone tool did wonders in aiding the navigation of the more swampy areas of their district. Of course, the plants of the district had long-since adapted, and were regrowing fast enough to annoy the other six Mixels that were following. "And… here we are! Or at least, the edge of it, heh." Glomp remarked as he glanced upon a large wooden support structure situated along a steep hill. Atop it was the border of the Wiztastics District, a small lookout spot to gaze upon the Glorp Corp residence.

"How're we gonna get up there?" Scorpi asked. "There's no ladder or anything. None of us can fly and the swamp extends for miles… are we supposed to climb?" Footi wondered. "Well, there originally was just a hill there, but then the Teethy-Crocs kept ploughin' through and stopping their shows, so now we've gots this!" Torts said in an oddly cheery tone. "But, it's nothing a few Mixes can't solve!" Glurt added.

"He's right! LET'S MAX!" Hoogi yelled as he took out a tan Cubit, the three Spikels grabbing a hold and forming their heavily spiked Max. "See ya up there! They said as they took a leap at the nearest pipe-oak beam, latching onto it and scurrying up it like a spider. "Maxing would be easier, but we Glorp Corp are all about the thrills, baby!" Glomp said as Glurt and Torts lit up, brainstorming for ideas on how to get up. "Hows about we Mix? You said your snot can make you FLY, right? Add that and my amplifying powers, and…" M.C. said, Glomp laughing. "SUPER SNOT ROCKET!" Glomp yelled as he pulled out a Cubit, him and M.C. being inhaled up an illusionary nostril and exhaled out the other, having formed a Mix with a huge nose.

"Alright! Between your springy tail, Glurt, your stretchy arms, Torts, and OUR big nose, let's see who gets up there first! Ready?!" The Mix asked. "READY!" Torts and Glurt said without hesitation, the latter of whom bouncing up and down with excitement. "Ready? GO!" They said before rocketing upwards at lightspeed, Glurt following as he bounced from one wooden support to another with his vine tail. Torts, being the slowest, trudged up the wall, latching onto supports slowly and carefully with his slime arms.

"WINNER!" The Spikels Max yelled out before the three split apart. "Well that was easy! How are the others doing?" Footi pondered as he looked over the edge, only to be struck in the face by the Glomp & M.C. Mix's rapid ascent and crash. Stumbling out onto the ground alongside Footi, the two split, Glomp's signature runny nose run dry from how much snot had been blasted out. "WINNER! Did we- oh." Glomp began, his train of thought interrupted at the sight of a giggling Footi and Scorpi. "Well, can't win em' all." Glomp remarked as he helped M.C. and an annoyed Footi up. "Whoa… Look at this place." M.C. said as he glanced at the district before him. The place was comparable to a carnival, dozens of circus tents making up the skyline of the district. Streets decorated with playing card patterns were the home to hundreds of small stands for carnival games or even magical street food.

"This is great, wonderful and SUPER magical! However, there is a slight issue in that the place is CRAWLING WITH NIXED FRIENDS!" Footi hollered in a panic as several Nixed Wiztastics lumbered through the streets, turning their gaze towards the gathered Mixels. "Psst! Quick, we don't gots much time!" A voice whispered. "Oh no… THEY HAVE GHOSTS HERE!" Hoogi screamed as he pulled his two trembling brothers close. "No, ugh. Just…" The voice said before a burst of magic dust erupted from the feet of the Mixels. M.C. coughed as it cleared, revealing the Mixels to have been transported inside one of the smaller magic tents. "Sorry about that, but we really need help here." A Wiztastic resembling a magical cat asked, standing before the Mixels alongside two other Wiztastics, one that appeared like a bunny inside of a hat and the other a chef.

"Uh, mind telling us what's going on?" Torts asked, glancing around the interior. It appeared to be a storage unit, as there were various stacks of crates and loose items such as magic wands, hats, and items for juggling. "Right, right. I'm Schrinx, and this is Fantasto and Kwizeen. So… you can probably tell that Nixels stormed the place. King Nixel is here and holding the grand tent hostage, it's really bad…" She said, sighing. "Them chancers are after robbin' the whole main tent off us! Complete bad form." Kwizeen remarked through a thick accent. "Despite their history, there's only three magicians here who'd be able to stand up to them now… Magnifo's Wondrous Three…" Fantasto said dramatically.

This was enough to send the Glorp Corp reeling as M.C. and the Spikels stared blankly. "Wondrous Three, huh?" Glomp asked. "Have you SEEN their shows? Magnifo put us all in an upside-down triangle once!" Glurt barked, slobbering as he cackled on his backside. "Yeah, yeah! Or that time he blew himself up!" Torts said, choking through his laughter. "I mean, you said 'despite their history', right? What if they got better?" Footi asked. "I think they were amazing…" Scorpi said sheepishly.

"Well, regardless of their clumsiness, they're all we've gots. Us Wiztastics specialize in certain types of individual magic abilities. But Magnifo can do anything! You've gots to go find him and his assistants!" Schrinx pleaded. "Well, we've gots no other choice. Where would we find him?" M.C. asked. "Not a clue, lad!" Kwizeen shouted, M.C.'s expression dullening. "We know where Mesmo is. He usually spends his days alone in his tent. You'd have your best chance of finding him there." Fantasto added. "What about all those Nixed friends out there?" Hoogi wondered.

"Ah, what would you do without me, MonoChrome?" Pippy asked with a chuckle, having appeared from thin air and startling the bunch. "Is that one of you guys' tricks?" Schrinx asked the other two Wiztastics, only for them to shake their heads. "I'm good at food and he's good at teleportation. What, do ye expect us to be creatin' yellow gas clouds?" Fantasto asked.

"I am whatever you perceive me to be. Shall we begin our quest?" Pippy asked M.C. "I didn't even have to call you this time… were you there the whole time?" He asked. "Oh, the things you don't know of my powers." Pippy remarked before turning invisible, the sound of their wings flapping being the only indication they hadn't teleported elsewhere. "Huh. Alright then, where are we headed?" M.C. asked. "Hold on…" Fantasto said as he hopped out of his hat and waved his hand around it. "Teleportation magic takes a second… Hey PRESTO!" He yelled, a puff of smoke emitting from the hat as it sucked the three Glorp Corp, Spikels and M.C. into it. "You did teleport them to Mesmo's tent, right?" Schrinx asked.

"WHERE DID THAT WIZTASTIC TAKE US?!" Glomp screamed out as the seven Mixels plummeted through the air, crashing into the roof of a tent and sliding down it into an alleyway below, right in front of a small group of Nixels. "Huh? NIX, NIX!" One, two-eared Nixel yelled as it pulled out a Negative Cubit, Mixing with the four Nixels around it. "Ugh… Uh oh." M.C. remarked as he sat up, scratching his head and going wide-eyed at the sight of the five-Nixel Mix. The other Mixels groaned, but Glurt was quick to leap out of the pile they had landed in holding a Cubit. "Gots an idea! LET'S MIX!" Glurt shouted as his tail wagged fast enough to cause a friction burn. "You gots it!" M.C. said as he grabbed ahold, his hands being covered in slime before the Cubit activated. Then, both of the Mixels were flattened by a speeding train, only for a Mix with a huge jaw to rise up from the Cubit's illusion.

"Nix!" The Nixel Mix cried out as it began to charge, but the Glurt & M.C. Mix was interested in other things. Being in an alleyway, they were in a haven of trash, and several trash cans were within a tail's reach. "Heads up!" They yelled as they flung the lids of the cans at the Nixel Mix, which bounced off of it and did nothing but enrage them. "NIX. NIX, NIX!" It roared, lunging at the Mix only to be buried in a plethora of junk, followed up by a head-butt from the Mix that split all five Nixels apart. "Ha-ha! …Huh?" The Mix halted as Nixed Wiztastics lumbered into the alleyway, attracted by the sounds of battle.

"My turn." Pippy stated, having appeared suddenly beside the Mix and startled them. Firing off beams of light that ricocheted from the trash cans, the Wiztastics were struck and had their colors restored, still groaning from the swift and unpleasant process of color change. "Ah, nothing like the usage of you mortals' creations to make this process more intriguing. We're right outside the tent we need to be in, for your information." They said. "GREAT! Let's head on in and say howdy, then! I'm sure he'll LOVE to see us!" Footi said as he jolted up and skipped around, the other two Spikels following suit enthusiastically. "Uh, you know Mesmo, right?" Glomp asked as he shrugged and shook his head to his brothers.

"HOWDY!" The three Spikels yelled as they burst open the black door to the tent, only to be confused at what they saw. "Is that… ANOTHER SET OF US?!" Hoogi asked in a panic as he held Scorpi tight, glancing at a reflection of himself and his brothers. "That's a reflection, Hoogi." Torts stated as he walked inside, M.C. brushing past and inspecting the frame. "Huh, would ya look at that? This place is like a maze of mirrors!" Glurt remarked, trotting along and finding a line of mirrors where he went. "I've never seen a mirror before. Are they just windows specifically made for looking at yours-" M.C. was asking as he tapped the glass of one, only to be transported inside of it. "What was that, MonoChrome?" Pippy asked, floating by the direction of M.C.'s voice but not finding the Mixel. "Peculiar."

From inside the mirror, M.C. glanced around, witnessing a series of other mirrors acting like portals. "Woah… Wiztastic magic is nuts." M.C. said, putting his hand up to his chin. Something was off, though. His hand felt sharper than normal, almost like plastic. As he looked down to it, he discovered it wasn't shaped normally, neither was his arm or the rest of his body. It turned out, the other side of the mirror had turned him into a building brick version of himself. "What the?! How do I undo this?!" He yelled as he ran around on stumpy, blocky feet, eventually stumbling back out through the mirror and returning to normal. "Ah, there you are." Pippy remarked nonchalantly. "Woah, did you just come outta that mirror?" Glomp asked, his curiosity piqued.

Before long, Glomp, alongside Hoogi and Torts had leaped inside and shifted to a brick-built form themselves. "Whoa, check it out. My hands are like starfish!" Torts said, stumbling around as he adjusted to his new hunking feet. "Whoa, my hands are so… plastic-y!" Hoogi yelled in admiration. "Look at all those mirrors…" Glomp stood amazed as he glanced his eye upwards, noting the spiral of multi-colored mirrors extending to where the roof of the tent would be in a white void. M.C. stepped through, shuddering as he struggled to adjust to his altered form.

"Is that… a balloon?" M.C. asked as he spotted a red form wisping upwards behind the other three. The balloon matched the blocky appearance of the four Mixels as it rose slowly. "A bit ominous, no?" Glomp shrugged. Without warning, the balloon broke into pieces, falling one by one to the ground. "Uh oh. I think there's a Wiztastic in here!" Torts exclaimed, being proven right as a figure zoomed by overhead, out of one mirror and into another.

And then, the mirrors vanished, being replaced by a flock of multi-colored balloons that weaved around one another and floated aimlessly, much to the shock of the Mixels. "Oh, schnixel! What're we gonna do?!" Hoogi asked.

On the other side, things were the same as a stream of balloons floated upwards. "Wait, they were still in those mirrors!" Glurt barked nervously. "They're trapped! What do we do?!" Scorpi asked, panicking and hyperventilating now that Hoogi was gone. Then, a shimmering sound emitted from somewhere within the now-barren tent. Looking up, a form moved amongst the balloons, but stayed out of clear vision as Pippy's eyes narrowed. "There's only one Wiztastic with a love for balloons, MESMO!" Footi pointed as the magical tail of a Nixed Mesmo came into view, dropping sparkles as several balloons turned to cinder blocks, sending the three Mixels darting around in a panic as they attempted to avoid being crushed. Pippy, of course, simply turned intangible as one phased through them, sighing as the block crashed into the floorboards.

"Do either of you gots a Cubit?! If we Mix, we can pop these balloons and let the cloud guy free Mesmo!" Footi hollered. "I've gots one!" Glurt barked as he began to hack up spit and slime, before a tan-green Cubit came flying out of his throat. "Oh, I almost don't want to touch that knowing where it's been." Footi said, looking to Scorpi. "I am NOT touching it either!" Scorpi yelled, leaping out of the way to avoid a freshly formed spike-ball transformed from a balloon. "Fine, let's Mix!" Footi said as he tap-danced towards Glurt, grabbing the ore as a block crushed the two. Before long, a Murp of the two burst from the stone, drooling and ready to sling spikes. "Heh, Murp!"

Meanwhile in the white space, a freshly formed Mix of Hoogi & Glomp had attempted to crush a balloon between their palms, only for a plastic fish to come flying out. "Ugh, no luck here either. All these balloons have gots something completely random in em'." The Mix remarked. M.C. activated his Glorp Corp powers and coughing up a ball of slime, forming a lasso with it and plucking a balloon from above. "Hm… I've gots a feeling about this one." M.C. said as he held a teal balloon. "You sure? I don't wanna get struck in the face with another pie outta one of these." Torts said, but M.C. was ignoring him as he shifted to his Spikels powers and gently pricked the inflatable with a spike. Bracing for the worst, Torts was surprised to watch it deflate gently without any other effect.

"Huh, that wasn't so bad." Glomp remarked as he split from Hoogi. No sooner had he said that did the white space around the group crack and give way to a black void with no floor, sending the four falling endlessly as they began to scream.

With tiny, spiked feet and huge, slimy arms, the Murp of Footi & Glurt lumbered around. They swatted at the low-hanging balloons as more above began to shift forms into various hazards. Pippy finally had enough, and teleported beside Scorpi as he weaved in and out of the way of harm. "You, Spikel." They said, making Scorpi scream and jump. "D-don't startle me like that! Have you got a plan or something?!" Scorpi asked, terrified as he heard balloons popping and shifting. "Precisely. That Murp desires to burst any balloons they can reach. However, it has very little in the way of reach. My intent is to throw you up there so you can not only burst as many balloons as possible, but send enough into the path of the Murp so that I can get a clear shot on that Wiztastic. Understood?" Pippy asked, speaking at lightning speed. "W-wait, what?!" Scorpi wondered, but Pippy already extended two hands from their form, cupping them and scooping up the Spikel. "Excellent." Ignoring his concerns, they launched Scorpi upwards with little effort.

Although he was terrified, Scorpi knew he only had one chance at this. Spinning around like a saw blade, he cut through a layer of balloons, landing atop the fleet of helium as he spotted Mesmo. "Sorry, but you've gots to stop!" Scorpi said as he swung a balloon at Mesmo using the flat of his tail. Bouncing around, a swarm of balloons began to drop within reach of the Murp. "Now!" Scorpi yelled as he watched Mesmo brush aside the balloon he swung with little effort. Pippy glanced at the Murp, which had become uninterested with the balloons and sighed. "Oh, this is problematic. Hm…" Pippy formed a hand and extended a finger against where their chin would be, thinking of an idea to grab the Murp's attention as Scorpi began to panic. "Lightbulb." They said, closing their eyes and emitting a controlled ray of light from them as they opened. Illuminating the balloons with blinding light, the Murp's attention was caught as it bounced up and began to blast apart balloons rapidly.

Before long, an opening had formed, and Pippy wasted no time firing off a blast of light that struck Mesmo directly, restoring his colors as he struggled to stay afloat. His Nixing undone, the balloons reverted to mirrors and crashed into the ground below, M.C., Glomp, Torts and Hoogi coming flying out of one as it slammed into the Murp, splitting them apart. "My, my. A valiant show of teamwork." Pippy jested sarcastically while Hoogi reached his arms out to catch Scorpi. From a pile of mirror wreckage, Mesmo's head popped up. "Howdy fellas. Can I help you?" He asked in a deadbeat tone with an equally unimpressed expression.

"Heya Mesmo! So, we were just in the district…" Torts began. "THE ENTIRE PLACE IS OVERRUN WITH NIXELS! We need your help!" Hoogi interrupted. "Something about a Wondrous Three? You, Wizwuz, and Magnifo?" M.C. finished. For the first time that any of the Glorp Corp and Spikels could remember, Mesmo scoffed, a deviation from the norm of his dullened expression. "The Wondrous Three? We haven't partnered up in a long time." He stated as he pulled himself up from the wreckage, strolling over to help Glomp and Scorpi to their feet. "Huh? That cat lady said you guys are the only hope for this place!" Glurt said.

Mesmo brushed off his wings and pondered these words, thinking back to the many failed shows he assisted with. "Meh. I do appreciate the enthusiasm from all of you, but our trio has long since disbanded. My apologies." Scorpi glanced at the Wiztastic with sad eyes before muttering a question. "Would you at least help us find the other two?" He asked. "Sure. Anything to help out friends, both you guys and them." Mesmo's words made the three Spikels light up as they latched on to Mesmo for a hug, making the Glorp Corp and M.C. wince while Pippy chuckled. Despite everyone else's reactions, Mesmo remained unfazed. He only muttered one word without an altered tone. "Ouch."

Stacking atop one another and peeping their heads around the corner of a tent, the eight Mixels and Pippy feasted their eyes upon a massive rollercoaster, one of the main attractions of the district. "You sure this is the place? There's a lotta ground to cover around here…" Scorpi asked Mesmo following his few-word directions to the area. "Yes. Before having my colors neutralized, I attempted to shield Wizwuz with my random balloon magic, but a precise strike from a Nixel's cannon took me out of the air. The last thing I saw was my brother cornered with other Wiztastics, unable to fend off these monstrous, cold, unthinking beasts that we call Nixel Mixes." Mesmo coldly stated as his gaze narrowed, the other Mixels unsure how to respond as they looked around awkwardly.

"Hey, what's goin' on over there?" M.C. asked, having noticed a large object being hoisted around by a swarm of Nixels. "That's one of those motorcycle cage things. We used to have one of those back home. What're they doin' with it?" Glomp realized as Mesmo fabricated a pair of binoculars with his magic tail. "Whaddya see?" Glurt asked as his tail wagged. "Hm. About a dozen Nixed Wiztastics are locked up in there, including Wizwuz." Mesmo listed off. "Oh, holy mother of Maxes. Are they trying to recreate some twisted stunt?!" Footi wondered. "Well, that would explain the flaming ring around the track!" Hoogi pointed at a freshly set up hazard.

"We've… we've gots to do something! Mesmo, any ideas?!" M.C. asked as the Wiztastic shrugged. "I'm a shy, balloon, moon magician, not a planner." He stated. "Hows about you, M.C. and Pippy go try and get those Mixels out of there? We'll fight off the Nixels and try to stop the track!" Torts suggested. "That's a great idea… but when did the track start?!" Scorpi asked, having gone into a panic. "Uh, about three seconds ago. Better move!" Glomp said as he took off, followed by the other Mixels.

It wasn't long before a Nixel had spotted the Mixels as they charged down the path, whistling for the swarm to attack. As the six Glorp Corp and Spikels formed three distinct Mixes with one another, M.C., Mesmo and Pippy arrived at a support structure to the rollercoaster, searching for the perfect opportunity to stop the rolling motorcycle cage, and how.

"Hows about I slime up the track and try to get them to stop? Or I freeze the fire ring? Assuming I have enough power to even do either of those…" M.C. suggested, but Mesmo wasn't listening. He was eyeing the rolling metal ball as sparks flew from where it clattered and rolled. "We can't stop it. Get ready to catch." Mesmo urged before taking off after the ball. "Got it! …Wait. CATCH WHAT?!" M.C. asked in a panic. "Ah, a most daring move. Come, MonoChrome. We've got work to do!" Pippy remarked as they sped off, M.C. struggling to figure out how to best catch a Mixel.

Wasting no time, Mesmo soared by the ball as it went. The flaming ring wasn't far now, and he could spot the other Mixels struggling to fend off the swarm of Nixels below. With a great deal of focus, he summoned enough balloons to lift a house with his magic tail as they latched onto the cage. After a moment of struggle, the cage came to a forward halt as it slowly rose, Mesmo breathing a sigh of relief as Pippy prepared to move in.

And then, the balloons began to pop. In a rare occurrence, Mesmo went wide-eyed as he swooped in to attempt to salvage his rescue, but no amount of balloons he created would replenish those that popped. Things were not going well for the other six Mixels, either, as the last Mix was forcibly torn apart and the group were cornered. Crashing through the track it had been elevated above, M.C. looked up to see the motorcycle cage on a collision course with him.

But, that wouldn't happen. Neither of these disasters would. A puff of smoke engulfed the cage as it gently touched down beside M.C., a thin sheet of metal grazing his skin as he let out a sigh. Mesmo was confused, but he had no time to spare as he pried open the cage, letting Pippy inside to free the Mixels. Where the other six Mixels were about to be Nixed, a blast of magic sent the Nixels back. "Oh-ho-ho! You've chosen to mess with the wrong city, Nixels! Prepare to be… ASTONISHED!" Magnifo cried out as the smoke cleared and he stood triumphant. Carrying his signature wands, he was quick to use them as the Nixels immediately got to their feet and charged. "Abra… ca-wacka… DOODLE!" Magnifo yelled as he engulfed the Nixels in magic.

After the dust settled, the Nixels found themself inside of the motorcycle cage they had trapped the Wiztastics in. "And THAT should teach you. But, just in case… POOF!" Magnifo shouted as he used his wands again, teleporting the ball to the start of the rollercoaster and sending the Nixels flying around as the Nixed Mixels had prior. "Whew! That was easy. Are you guys alright?" Magnifo asked as he put his wands away and glanced to the Glorp Corp and Spikels. "That was… INCREDIBLE!" Scorpi yelled as his eyes sparkled, the other five equally lit up. "Oh please, I'm humbled by your roar of applause!"

Mesmo ignored his brother and instead helped Wizwuz to his six feet as M.C. did the same for other Wiztastics. "Mesmo? What happened?" Wizwuz asked, Mesmo grunting in response and extending a wing in the direction of Magnifo. "Huh, Magnifo?" Wizwuz asked, his brother whipping his head around in response while his cape wooshed. "Oh… Heya Wizwuz! Didn't see ya there, nor Mesmo. So, uh… what brings you all here?" He asked, having not expected to see the other two Wiztastics.

"Well, you can probably guess that we need help with the Nixel problem around here…" Hoogi said. "We need you guys to help! King Nixel took over the main tent!" Scorpi added. "He did?!- I mean, he did! That's correct, so you made the right call looking for I, Magnifo!" Magnifo said, swallowing down his surprise. Wizwuz sighed while Mesmo had more reason than ever to express his usual dullen look.

"Okay then, Glorp Corp and Spikel followers, let us commence for the tent!" Magnifo said, ready to strike his wand against the ground to teleport the group. "Wait! What about Mesmo and Wizwuz?" Glomp asked. "Yeah! Mesmo was about to save all those Mixels just now." M.C. added. "I know that tent like the back of my claws! Let me and Mesmo help…" Wizwuz said eagerly. "Oh, uh… sure. Off we go!" Magnifo said, tapping the ground with his wand and engulfing the group in a magic cloud as they teleported away.

An eight-headed Nixel Mix with many rows of teeth and five spindly legs stepped out onto the stage, illuminated by the eye spotlight as it grunted and spat. Within the crowd, Nixels cheered and hollered, and in a rare moment of levity, their King had joined them. "Bravo! Bravo, you monstrous spawn! This has to be the best one yet." He cheered, clapping his metallic hands together as the Mix stumbled offstage to make way for another disgusting entity. "Oh, this moment of relaxation is wondrous. Wouldn't you agree, Major?" King Nixel asked to his second-in-command seated beside him, who shook off his look of disapproval quickly. "Uh, y-yes, sire! T-truly a spectacle, ha!" He muttered, pretending as he glanced at the struggling Nixel Mix, biting and swiping at any Nixels that dared attempt to help the beast to its feet.

It was then that the world went silent around Major while the King fixed his gaze on the next horror to take the stage. Major Nixel's eyes twitched as he watched the Mix tear a single Nixel's shell to shreds. Flashing back to the earlier hours of the invasion, he thought of the many hostile Nixel Mixes - even to regular Nixels, all the Negative Cubits that had been mass-produced, the hiring of Mixels to work the Armada's errands, of all the Nixel traditions that had been violated by King Nixel's assault on the city. It was enough to break Major as he clenched a fist and slipped out of the tent, storming off to whereabouts unknown.

And all the while, King Nixel never noticed, caught up in his own delusions.

Materializing in the rafters of the grand tent, the ten Mixels and Pippy struggled to keep their footing as they adjusted to the loose footing of the metal support. "Woah!" M.C. exclaimed as he almost slipped over the edge, regaining his stance and overlooking the main theater of the tent. "Aw, schnixel. They've turned this place into a freak show!" Wizwuz remarked, scuttling up beside M.C. as he spotted the events happening below. "Look! There's King Nixel… and a whole swarm of Nixels." Glomp pointed. "How are we supposed to take them all on like that?" Hoogi asked. "Oh, there's gots to be at least several dozen Nixed friends down there…" Scorpi said.

"A-ha! That's where I come in, I'll-" Magnifo began, interrupted mid-sentence by a spotlight being shone on him and the others. "NIX!" A Nixel cried out from across the rafters, a small group following as they bounced along to reach the Mixels. "We've gots this." Mesmo said, pulling out three Rainbow Cubits and throwing them up for others to grab. It wasn't long before M.C. took one and grabbed a hold with Mesmo, and Glurt with Wizwuz, the four being sucked into two mirrors each and spat out the other as Mixes. Hoogi was the last to catch a Cubit, glancing to a disappointed Magnifo and holding it up. "Eh, fine." Magnifo said as he tapped his wand against the Cubit, Mixing with Hoogi and setting off after the other two.

"Nix, NIX!" A Nixel Mix cried out before being cut in half by a barrage of spikes by the Magnifo & Hoogi Mix, the three Nixels splitting apart as a result. The Mix of Mesmo & M.C. soared overhead as they halted above the spotlights, dropping magical sparkles from their wings to distract the Nixels manning the devices. "Nix?" One Nixel wondered as it was hit with a blast of magic from the Glurt & Wizwuz Mix, being forced asleep as the other Nixel followed suit. "Y'know, considering all these Nixels below, we've gots an idea!" The Magnifo & Hoogi Mix yelled as it launched a Nixel over the rafters, wincing as they realized it could alert Nixels below, but finding those beneath to ignore it.

"Whatever it is, bring us into it!" Wizwuz said as he split from Glurt, Mesmo and M.C. splitting too as they made their way back to the others with the Nixels defeated. "You'll need to, considering all those Nixels in the backstage." Mesmo pointed out as the Mixels overlooked the area, packed to the brim with Nixels and Negative Cubits. "Oh, this isn't even a challenge! WOO!" Magnifo screamed as he leaped from the rafters, crash-landing through a prop table below, the other Mixels looking on in horror. "AGH! Ugh… You… You Nixels picked a fight with the wrong tribe..!" Magnifo muttered with attempted confidence as he hastily healed a broken leg with his wands. The Nixels spared no time in throwing away coffee cups and grabbing Negative Cubits, forming titanic Mixes in seconds. "Oh-ho! No challenge is too great for the wondrous Magnifo! Prepare-" Magnifo cried out as he was kicked into a box of bowling pins for juggling, the Nixel Mix responsible roaring as he burst through the wooden seams and sent the pins flying like bullets at the Mix.

"He's gonna get himself Nixed! I CAN'T WATCH!" Footi hollered as he pulled Hoogi's claw over his face. "I can. This mortal is by far the most entertaining… even if for the wrong reasons." Pippy chuckled as they turned a light orange hue. Below, Magnifo managed to hold his own as he swapped the heads around of the Nixel Mixes, disorienting them. "He really has become spectacular without us, huh Mesmo?" Wizwuz asked in a sad tone. "Meh. I simply ponder how." Mesmo remarked. M.C. had noted the tones of Mesmo and Wizwuz in regards to their brother, and had become curious as usual. "Aren't you guys supposed to be the Wondrous Three? Why's he acting solo?" He asked. "It's… complicated." Wizwuz said. "It is not. He desired his own personal endeavors a few years ago and split off from us." Mesmo rebutted.

"I mean, no offense, but you guys didn't have the greatest shows." Glurt barked. "You three seemed to be having so much fun! Was that not enough for Magnifo?" Torts wondered. "We had fun, or at least Mesmo and I did… but clearly that wasn't enough for him. I just want to assist him in any way I can." Wizwuz said. "Me too. Okay. I've seen enough of this, he's giving us answers." Mesmo remarked, watching Magnifo getting kicked around on his backside as his wands were sent flying. "M.C.! Let's MIX!" Wizwuz yelled as he held out a Cubit with his hook tail, M.C. latching on as the two were smooshed by a fly-swatter, peeling up as a Mix. "We'd better help, c'mon." Mesmo said to Footi as the two followed after Mixing.

Leaping down and landing a Nixel Mixes head, the Wizwuz and M.C. Mix burped a spell, making the three Mixes walk backwards. Laughing, it wasn't long before they were shook off of the Mix's head. Coming in hot, the Mesmo & Footi Mix slammed into the ground, erupting spikes from where they landed and piercing the Nixel Mixes, breaking them apart. "Seems a lot easier when you work together." Torts said as he stated the obvious, the other Mixels following now that the coast was clear.

Magnifo stumbled to his feet, dazed. Glancing at something, he swiftly picked it up and stored it away behind his cape as he fitted his cap, but Wizwuz and Mesmo had spotted this. "Uh, what did you just put away?" Wizwuz asked. "W-what? You must be imagining things, I mean. Burping too many spells?" Magnifo laughed awkwardly as the two cornered him. "I saw it too. Magnifo, we want to know the truth." Mesmo said. "The truth? W-what are you talkin' about, hah…" He stuttered, Wizwuz and Mesmo both glancing to one another as Magnifo realized his charade was being seen through.

"Okay, alright, fine. You want the truth? Here…" Magnifo said as he pulled out a purple shard resembling those that M.C. had collected so far. Thinking back to the effects previous shards had on Fuzer and the Blob Nixel, M.C. was immediately on alert. "What's this supposed to be? A chunk of a giant Wiztastics Cubit?" Wizwuz asked. "It's the source of my magic. At least, the magic I've performed since splitting from you guys…" Magnifo said and sighed. "Tell us the full story. Please." Mesmo said, a hint of genuine concern and curiosity in his tone.

"So… Back when this district was first established, I was exposed to the brilliance of the other Wiztastics that never traveled with us before Mixopolis now that we were all in one place… and it was overwhelming. Despite what I've told myself in the past, I know I'm not a true spectacularist. Heck, most Mixels seem to agree." He said, the Glorp Corp looking to one another in sorrow.

"Where did you go after our first few shows here? Sure, nobody turned up, but we're a trio…" Wizwuz said. "After those shows bombed and I realized we were becoming a laughingstock, I learned of something that could create the wildest magic known to Mixel… this shard. With it, every one of my spells became controllable and more intense than ever! I could do anything… but I didn't want you guys to know that I was cheating." Magnifo said with sadness. "So, that's why you went off on your own? Told us that you wished to do your own thing for a little while only to not contact us for three years?" Mesmo asked.

Magnifo sighed. "Yeah, it was. And even though it caught more attention than ever, my heart wasn't in it. This 'superhero' persona has been hollow and being alone up there among the stars and spectacularists wasn't worth it. Even when us three were failing, spells going out of control or blowing up our tent, it was more worthwhile than stardom ever was. My real magic… is the two of you." He said boldly, tossing the shard aside as Mesmo and Wizwuz processed these words. "I… I'M SORRY I WAS SO HARSH! Are you kidding?! My magic is you too!" Wizwuz said as he burst into tears and latched onto his brother for a hug. "Heh. I'm glad you came around." Mesmo said as he patted Magnifo on the back, forming a once-in-a-lifetime smile across his face. "So… are you two willing to blow those Nixels away as the Wondrous Three once more?" Magnifo asked, brandishing his wands as the two nodded. The emotions had run so high that they never noticed the Spikels had been affected too, having primed for a group hug against the Wiztastics' will.

While the three magicians yelled in pain, M.C. inspected the purple Cubit shard, Pippy taking a look at it too. "Do you know anything about these?" M.C. asked. "I know many things, MonoChrome. There is only so much I am permitted to share with you." They said, M.C. scoffing as he put away the shard. "Alright, so what's the plan, Wiztastics?" Glomp asked as the Spikels released their unintentional iron grip. "Okay, so…" Magnifo began, pausing as he stumbled for words. "Uh… I gots nothing."

"Well, we've gots to make these a sneak attack that King Nixel won't catch on to. He'll be expecting some horrible Nixel Mix, so…" Mesmo said while thinking. "We should redo the upside down pyramid trick from that one time Scorpi and Glurt Murped, hah!" Wizwuz suggested. "I was thinking Mixing, but that could work too. But, we still have the Hippophant in the room…" Mesmo said as he glanced at Magnifo. "You're right. I haven't practiced this trick since… well, since we did it! Even then that was an accident!" He said, his confidence diminished. "And if it fails, we laugh about it later after we defeat those pests. Dude, you've gots this!" Glomp said, patting Magnifo on the shoulder. "Yeah! I'm not too keen about the pyramid thing again, but it's all we've gots!" Footi added.

"Okay… further planning! Wizwuz, you use your magic to make yourself appear Nixed and get recon in the crowd!" Magnifo said, pointing to Wizwuz as his tail wagged around. "Gots it!" He said enthusiastically before burping a spell, adjusting his color scheme to that of a Nixed Mixel. "Mesmo! You take the overhead and deal with the effects using your magic tail!" Magnifo pointed to Mesmo. "Sure." Mesmo said, holding a balloon and rubbing its paint away. "And I… yeah, I'll do the trick." Magnifo said, grabbing his arm and losing steam. The sound of a Cubit rang out as Magnifo turned to M.C., who was holding one out to the Wiztastic. "We've gots this." He said, Magnifo smiling as he touched the Cubit. In the illusion, the two were put in boxes that were halved by saws, and then each half was rearranged until the Mix burst out. "Let's DO this! As for you six…" The Mix said as it glanced to the Glorp Corp and Spikels, taking their hat off and getting ready to prepare the trick.

In the theater, Nixels were getting unruly. They had grown impatient with the lack of new Nixel Mixes appearing onstage. "That old fool…" King Nixel gritted his teeth and plunged his claws into the velvet of the chair's armrest. He was enraged that Major had left once more. Was he a traitor? Had too many failures at the King's hand finally piled up; was he plotting to take back leadership of the Nixel Armada? These thoughts were enough to make King Nixel cry out in rage and rip the chair from its hinges, launching it at the stage.

However, the chair halted in mid-air as the lights in the theater dimmed. "Oh, ladies and gentlenixels… Our show is back on with a twist…" A voice said in a spooky tone. Within the crowd, Wizwuz scurried about, taking note of how many Nixed Mixels were present. Above, Mesmo relaxed his magical grip on the floating chair as he moved around the rafters, preparing spotlights. "May I present to you… the most wonderful magic trick you've EVER seen…" The Mix of Magnifo & M.C. said as Mesmo shone a spotlight on them. King Nixel never stopped for a moment to notice the purple elements on the Mix as his delusions took over, shoveling stone popcorn into his mouth cheerily and eager to see what would come next.

With a deep breath, the Mix took off their hat and held it out in one hand, a magic wand in the other. "You can do this… We can do this." They thought to themself. Closing their eye, they took a deep breath. "Abra… kawacka… DOO-O-O-ODLE!" They muttered as they waved the wand over the hat, plunging it in as they finished their chant. Magical dust and clouds burst from the hat, engulfing the entire stage. Any disruption among the Nixels had gone silent, especially from King Nixel as he looked on in awe.

And as the dust settled, a perfect upside down pyramid stood behind the M.C. & Magnifo Mix. While many of the Nixels had gone on alert, King Nixel merely clapped. "BRAVO! A magnificent show, it almost looks like…" He said, his smile immediately turning upside down as the Mix spun around, sending a blast of magic directly into the crowd at the signal of Wizwuz's tail wave. Coughing and blinded, Pippy took this opportunity to act, but not without Mesmo swooping in to use his tail, making Pippy briefly clone for a moment and freeing the Mixels at rapid speed.

"MIXELS?!" King Nixel cried out as the pyramid collapsed and M.C. split from Magnifo, standing triumphantly as Wizwuz and Mesmo caught up. "Better believe it, cube-head!" Magnifo called out. "Your reign of terror ends here, King Nixel!" M.C. said, pointing at the King. At the sight of M.C., King Nixel's shock turned to curiosity. "You… Are you that Mixel that Major wouldn't silence himself about? That 'monochrome' Mixel meddling with my ambitions and taking away districts? Why are you so… familiar?" He asked, standing upright and showing no signs of deterrence.

"Uh… yeah? I'm M.C.! Short for MonoChrome!" M.C. said, cheerily. "Psst! I don't think he really cares." Wizwuz whispered to M.C. "Nixcellent. You're the one Major wanted to be crushed so badly. Well, I've had enough of these games…" King Nixel laughed as the Nixels in the crowd began to stir, the doors to the tent bursting open as even more Nixels piled in. "NIXELS, AMALGAMATE!" He cried as Nixels quickly forced themselves together. Not by Mixing, but by pushing against one another. Centralizing on King Nixel, a massive conglomerate began to form, one that only increased in mass as more and more Nixels joined in, bursting through the roof of the tent. "Oh, schnixel… Not again…" Scorpi remarked, cowering in fear behind Footi and Hoogi as the Mixels looked almost directly upwards.

After a few moments, the titanic amalgamate headed by King Nixel had formed, standing ten-storeys tall as his pseudo-mechanical form blocked out the lightbulb sunset. "Although this body is far smaller than last time, I assure you, this can still grind you all to dust." He laughed before turning his gaze directly downwards. "RUN!" Glomp yelled, the Mixels ducking out of the way as King Nixel brought his foot down on the stage of the tent, destroying it immediately and sending wooden fragments flying. "How are we supposed to beat him?!" M.C. asked, but nobody answered. Magnifo had already thrown three Cubits to the other Mixels as they Mixed to fend off the King. "Aw… Is this supposed to tickle?" He asked in a booming voice as a Mix of Mesmo & Scorpi rolled along his foot. Bringing down his fist, the tent began to collapse as a Mix of Wizwuz & Glomp leaped around and burped a teleportation spell on everyone, transporting them outside of the tent as it fell to the ground.

"Our attacks… they're doing nothing…" M.C. said in horror as Magnifo grunted, Scorpi & Mesmo splitting apart in exhaustion. Determined, a Mix of Hoogi & Glurt began to crawl up the King's titanic form, only be flicked off by his giant fingers and sent flying into a ferris wheel, bringing it to the ground. "Hahaha! I was wrong, this can still be fun!" King Nixel taunted as M.C. gritted his teeth, angered by the sight of his friends being hurt. Regrouping with Magnifo and M.C., a Mix of Torts & Footi stumbled beside them. "What do we do?! There's no way we can take this guy!" The Mix said, nearly splitting apart in panic. "Get out of here. I'll… I'll try and distract him. You three go. Find help if you can." Magnifo said, not giving neither M.C. nor the Mix a chance to respond as he teleported up onto the King's crown. "Hey, mustache! Up here!" He hollered, trying to get his attention.

"You heard him, c'mon!" The Mix said as it grabbed M.C.'s hand and began to whirl their spiked rotors around, preparing for takeoff. "No… We can't leave him and the others behind! That's not what friends do!" M.C. said, struggling against the grip of the Mix. "Dude, we'll find more friends to help! We can't do anything with just us!" The Mix said. Despite his best efforts, Magnifo's attempt to get King Nixel to hit himself only resulted in him picking up the Wiztastic with his colossal fingers. "Rats." He muttered, before being thrown at blistering speed, striking the Mix out of the air and sending M.C. flying upwards alone as Magnifo, Torts and Footi were sent crashing into the ground below.

"NO!" M.C. cried out as he reached out a hand, but he would be unable to make a move as King Nixel's fist plowed right into him, sending him flying downwards hard and fast enough to crack the ground for miles.

His ears ringing, M.C. shifted from his Cragster powers back to normal. Though he had softened the blow, he was still reeling. Struggling to get up as his arms and legs ached, he spotted Pippy looking on from nearby. Neither of them said a word, but M.C. knew Pippy wasn't allowed to help. A shadow loomed over M.C. as he struggled to keep his eye open, looking up to the colossal form of the King before him. "Ah, pitiful. You, the Mixel who supposedly freed six districts in a matter of hours… and this is all the resistance you can muster? MWAHAHA!" King Nixel's laugh echoed around the district as the injured Mixels looked on in horror. "Your story ends here, Mixel."

Before continuing any further, something struck the King with extreme force and speed, blazing by something slashed by his face. "AGH! What the?! WHO DARES!?" He bellowed as he frantically glanced around, spotting a trail of smoke leading to a scorched Rockball.

"BOON-CHIKA-BOON-CHIKA-BOON-BOON-BOON! Yo-hoo! Over here, lean, mean and… uh, gray!" A Mix of Gobba & Kraw hollered out as they danced atop a chunk of debris, immediately catching the King's attention as he grew enraged. Without wasting a second, he moved to crush the Mix with his fist, but only found his shoulder joint to freeze up and become electrified. "SHOW YOURSELF! I DEMAND YOU REVEAL YOURSELF, YOU STEALTHY FIENDS!" King Nixel roared as someone whistled from behind him. Turning slowly, he faced a small swarm of Mixes, all made up from the many other Mixels that M.C. had met along the way. "Let's move, gang!" A Mix of Zorch & Flurr said as they rocketed through the chest of King Nixel's form at lightning speed, making him stumble and stunning him for a moment.

Using this opportunity, a Mix of Flain & Seismo burst up from underground in front of M.C. "Yo, man! Caught ya in the nick of time, huh?" They said as they lended M.C. a hand and pulled him up. "Y-you guys came…" He stuttered, coughing and still reeling from the impact. "You bet, dude! Now…" They said, turning to face King Nixel's amalgamate as he recovered and stared the two down. "Let's get Mixel!" The Mix said triumphantly. "Bring it on, you loathsome clumps of parts!" King Nixel roared as he attempted to crush M.C. and the Mix under his foot, only to be teleported away by a Mix of Magnifo & Torts. "We've gots this… we've all gots this!" M.C. said, observing even more Mixes forming before him. The time for unity was now.

Zipping around like a blur, a Mix of Tentro & Teslo scaled the King's leg, dropping electromagnetic mines as they went. "Hey, you dropped this!" A Mix of Vulk & Krader yelled as they lobbed three more Rockballs at the King's face, blinding him for a moment. "You… pesky..!" He muttered while a Mix of Jawg & Slumbo bit into his crown, ripping chunks of crystal off. "HUGS!" Hoogi yelled as he Mixed with Wizwuz and joined a Mix of Footi & Balk in latching onto the King's arm, digging their spikes into him. In every aspect, the Mixels were winning, and not only that, humiliating the King. His blood was boiling. They could not be allowed to win.

"ENOUGH!" He roared as he regained his footing and extended his arms out, sending a shockwave of energy flying outwards that split any Mixes that had formed and grounding the Mixels. "You… fools… I tore your unity to shreds… I CANNOT ALLOW YOU TO WIN!" King Nixel cried out as M.C. wiped dust from his mouth, having an idea as he noticed a stack of Rainbow Cubits among the debris he had crashed into. Wasting no time, he activated his Wiztastic powers and teleported them around to each tribal leader, then whistling to grab King Nixel's attention. "And you… The gum beneath my shoe. Why did you have to throw the wrench in my plans? You lack any colors to show, how are you responsible for the sabotaging of our operations?!" King Nixel asked, M.C. returning a defiant expression as he held out a hand. "Because I've gots my friends to back me up. All the time, all the way, we'll Mix and send you Nixels back to where you came!" M.C. said, but King Nixel wasn't having any of that. With a single, swift punch, King Nixel's fist came down where M.C. stood.

But as he raised it up once more, King Nixel didn't spot any remains of M.C. "WHAT?!" He screamed. "Just like THIS!" M.C. yelled, having teleported into the air with his Wiztastic powers. With a focused blast of magic, he teleported all twenty-seven Mixels into the air beside him, Cubits in their palms as King Nixel's eyes widened. All at once, each tribe grabbed their Cubits, and before long, a colossal tornado erupting from each and rearranging each Mixel until nine titanic Maxes filled the gaps alongside M.C., ready to end the fight.

Hovering in the air with the aid of their energy, the Maxes looked confidently down on King Nixel, who gritted his teeth and roared as he sent a fist flying at the bunch, which they easily avoided. M.C. latched onto the Infernites Max's shoulder as it came crashing down into the right foot of the titan, the two working together to superheat it. Up above, the Frosticons Max froze the King's shoulders, preventing him from moving his arms as the Fang Gang Max tore the Nixels making up his fingers right off. He wouldn't even get to see this as the Glorp Corp Max covered his face in slime while he bellowed out. Utilizing an electromagnetic field, the Electroids Max froze up all movement of the amalgamate form as the Spikels Max latched on to the left foot for a hug. "CEASE… HALT… I FORBID YOU… ARGH!" King Nixel wheezed as the Flexers Max launched the Cragsters Max at his chest with supreme force, taking the breath out of the King. "He's almost down!" M.C. remarked as the Wiztastics Max teleported him and the other Maxes up to where they started.

"Let's finish this, folks!" The Electroids Max said as the Cragsters Max kicked M.C. flying towards the King. With the help of the Wiztastics Max, the ten different forms of M.C. flew in unison as illusions as he rocketed towards the King's face. "YOU… MISERABLE.. MIXELS!" He cried before M.C. struck him with a meek punch, followed by the infinitely more substantial blows of the nine Maxes. With that, King Nixel toppled. He fell back onto the streets of the Wiztastics District and the many Nixels that made up his form blasted apart. The battle had been won.

Landing below, the Maxes split as M.C. stood in complete surprise, processing exactly what just happened. "We… we did it." He said in total shock. "DID YOU SEE THAT?! That was totally rad, man!" Flain cheered as he put an arm around M.C. "M.C.! Your move to give us-z-s-z-s all Cubits was perfectly calculated! Bravo!" Teslo said, shocking as he went. "We shook King Nixel like ceramic figure! WOO!" Krader yelled as he waved his giant arm around, accidentally striking Flurr out of the air. "Whew! Some damage, huh?" Jawg barked, laughing at how many tents had been torn up by the battle. "What about the Nixels?" Kraw asked, the Mixels onlooking the pile of exhausted Nixels that King Nixel lay atop.

"This… THIS ISN'T OVER! The city… My city… Nixopolis…" King Nixel muttered as he struggled to stand, his cloth tattered and his mechanical exo-skeleton showing to the whole world as M.C. snorted at the sight. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE LAUGHING AT?!" King Nixel roared as his mustache tilted, adjusting his vocal pitch and causing all of the Mixels to burst into laughter.

As if to save him from the embarrassment, the Nixel Airship buzzed overhead, sending loose pieces of debris flying as it flew low. From a hatch on the bottom, a vacuum began to suck up the Nixels, including King Nixel as he attempted to latch on to a street lamp, but he too went up as the airship collected the swarm and flew off to the city center. "No! We had him…" M.C. said, clenching his fists. "Eh, we'll beat him again. No biggie." Glomp said with a streak of confidence.

Within the airship, King Nixel stumbled to his weakened feet. "M-major.. You pathetic… DOUBLE-CROSSING… Huh?" King Nixel prepared to roar, but witnessed a tall Nixel Mix the size of Major operating the airship. Gasping for air, he looked back on the various districts the Mixels had liberated as the airship flew along. His reflection coming into focus against the window, King Nixel gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as his eye began to twitch.

"What now, then?" M.C. asked aloud. "Well, we could just call it quits and become happy little campers like our cousins… but there's still a lot to do, y'know!" Zorch rattled off. "He's right! There's still so much of the city under control…" Lunk stated, his neck drooping in sadness. "Woah, woah. No get ahead of ourselves." Shuff said. "He's right. We've gone through so much to get just he-e-e-re!" Tentro added, thinking back to the experience of the journey so far.

"Especially thanks to you, M.C." Scorpi finally said, the Mixels nodding in agreement. "Yeah! You stopped our bickerin'..." Slumbo said, Chomly and Kraw scoffing as they recounted. "Broken trios…" Magnifo said, glancing to his two brothers happily as they returned similar expressions. "And brought us all together, man. If you can do that with us, we've gots this city practically saved already!" Flain finished. Wiping away a tear, M.C. gleamed with happiness. "T-thank you guys. This journey wasn't easy, especially without a clue as to who I really am… but I know it was all of you that got me through it." M.C. said.

"Celebration at Party Valley?" Volectro suggested, the other two Electroids lighting up at the idea. "Will there be Hamlogna?!" Zaptor asked eagerly, tapping his feet and giving a deathly stare to Jawg. "Hamlogna's on us, friends! Let's go celebrate!" Footi said, skipping along as the other Spikels trailed after him. "Guess we'll fix up the place later, heh." Magnifo remarked as he overlooked the damaged street. "Nothin' a couple of spells can't fix, hah!" Wizwuz said. "Or make worse." Mesmo suggested sarcastically.

As the Mixels began to move out, Pippy looked on from afar. They didn't say a word, but they were surprised and gleeful. M.C. had proven every one of their past comments wrong, showing that through everything, Mixels could unite again and work past their problems. Yet, despite that, tears fell from their center eye. They knew of what was to come, but their attachment to M.C. would make it hard. Despite this, they shoved those feelings aside as they looked towards the skyline of Mixopolis, a city on its way to restoration.

Although the journey was far from over, the Mixels set out for a much-needed celebration. The Nixels had been sent reeling, and they'd be able to gain much more ground in recovering the city. But now was not the time for pondering, it was time for partying.

King Nixel growled with enough weight to make a Cragster tremble, stumbling out of his airship as it came to land in the transformed Mixopolis Park. "Im… Impossible… I had them under my heels…" He muttered while brushing past concerned Nixels, a limp in his step as his ruined cloth exposed his mechanical faux-body to the world. "And that insect of a monochrome Mixel… Why do I recognize him..? Where did Major…" He paused before his throne, clenching his broken, clawed fists. "WHY DID THESE MAGNIFICENT MIXES OF OUR ARMADA FAIL?!" He bellowed as he raised a large rock and flung it into the crowd of Nixels gathered around him, striking a totem-bodied Nixel Mix and splitting it into five Nixels.

At the sight of this, he paused. He turned to the giant Rainbow Cubit that had been stolen from the Cragsters District prior and his eyes twitched. Rage filled him, the sight of the famous six-color Cubit reminding him of his pure hatred for everything colorful. Broken by his failure and misjudgement, he roared. A deep, animalistic bellow that shook even the most wicked of Nixel Mixes assembled before him. He lunged at the Cubit, slashing a chunk of it out with his damaged claws. His strained and heavy breath was all that was audible, all Nixels silent.

And then, it struck. A mangled, distorted reality filled the tyrant's vision. One giant Cubit overlooked him - not unlike the one standing before him - in a world of black and white. The key difference being its dullen state, a giant Negative Cubit. King Nixel relaxed, and broke into a maniacal laugh before his form began to warp. Protrusions jutted from his backside as his limbs enlarged. Energy poured through him from the Cubit as his form turned titanic, far larger than even the amalgamate he had formed earlier. No time was given to admire his new body as he plunged into the ground, shadows immediately bursting from his feet and flattening Mixopolis. But they didn't stop there. The entire planet was cascaded in darkness as the earth began to crumble, monochrome and devoid of life.

It was then that the premonition cleared and King Nixel saw clearly once more, falling to his knees. A lone Nixel approached him as he struggled to breathe, but halted when he began to stir. Then he laughed. A twisted, demonic laugh he had never produced before. Madness filled the king's eyes as he turned to face the armada before him. "You…" He groaned as he rose and looked down on the trembling Nixel. "Take a swarm and secure the Weldos District. NOW!" He screamed, the Nixel saluting and scampering off to gather an army.

With that, King Nixel slumped back into his throne and began to work his hologram interface, overlooking operations across the city. A map of Mixopolis popped up, nine of the twenty-one districts run free of Nixels. "Major may have been correct, these are more than 'outer districts'... But they are not necessary. These color-coded menaces haven't even begun to envisage the outlines of my ambitions. Even though the pieces of this game may have been scattered… I, the king, stand tall." He said, pulling up a file detailing an image, one of an artifact resembling a light prism. Smiling at the sight of this, he overlooked the various Nixels rushing outwards into the streets, beginning new operations to enforce King Nixel's vision of the world. "Things are to change to my liking here. No longer are this city's facilities to be exploited… but instead conquered and adjusted to our needs. From the ashes of Mixopolis, my glorious will shall rise. But first… I am going to need a new suit."

Even though the Mixels had set back the Nixel Armada, a storm was brewing: one that would change the world forever when it inevitably struck.

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 4: IGNITION SEQUENCE

ALSO COMING SOON IS SIDE STORY 1: UNDEFEATED

Wow, the first of three story arcs is done already, huh?

The outpour of support for this project has surprised me. I didn't really think that many people would check out Chapter 1, let alone 2… and here we are, plenty of folks invested in this story. Over 7,000 reads across all platforms. I'm not even a writer. Sure, I've done fanfictions before - not great ones - but I have historically plundered with expressing myself through text, let alone telling the grand tales that dwell in my mind.

I'm grateful that so many people have followed along with this project so far. While it will never be the same as the collaborative effort of the original project, this is filling a hole in my heart and bringing me some closure to the days of working on Mixels Unite, and I hope this can bring that same sense of closure to others once the full story is complete. Thanks for keeping Mixels Unite's legacy alive and for following this project.

Stay tuned for what's to come. This truly is only the beginning. ;)

- Skye

Mixels Unite: Retold written by Skye Creane

Based on the LEGO construction toys, the Cartoon Network original series, and the Mixels Unite project

Special Thanks to…

The Mixels Unite development team:

JayJayJay

Darkspine

Darren the Lizard

Evanoli17

Flaming Bird Workshop

IcedTea128

kurnalcopia

LunarLemon

Memmet

Mixel Mike

MixelsINK

mr. Fikou

Mystikz

Niki

RainbowllisticChrotorm

RetroMaster94

Snackki

ZootyCutie

Also to…

Demonive the Infernite for creating Fuzer

CubickLecub for conceptualizing M.C.'s powers

Geminimaster for the yarn ball Mixing sequence

And all Mixels fans for carrying this franchise's torch

Thank you to all who supported Mixels Unite, and kept it's legacy alive

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