Mixels Unite: Retold

Chapter 4 - Ignition Sequence

3 years ago...

Noise. All he could hear as he scrambled down the street was noise. Chaos. Sirens wailed and Mixels screamed as the invasion raged on. The airship of the armada roared overhead as its shadow darkened the street. It was then that he turned back, watching an MCPD barricade in an intersection be overturned as Nixels made quick work of Mixopolis' finest. Ducking into an alleyway, Fuzer panted. His breath had been plucked from his lungs through the running he had endured. Never did the chance to look back arise as he cowered behind a garbage bin, the sound of a Nixel stampede plowing through the street was almost deafening.

Thinking fast, Fuzer pulled out his flame-decorated cell phone, frantically dialing a number as he held it up to his ear. "Combustor! Where are you?! Please, tell me you didn't pick up one of those I-Cubits!" He whispered frantically, but the only response he could hear from the other side of the line was a roaring static. "Nix... Nix..." A voice played over the phone, one Fuzer recognized as his brother's as he swung it shut, starting to hyperventilate as he sat down.

And it was then that he had noticed the Nixels that had silently crowded around him, grinning and snickering at him. Fuzer didn't get a chance to react as he was dogpiled, Nixel toxins entering his bloodstream as his colors dissipated and he became merely another mindless Mixel zombie, lumbering around aimlessly as the invasion of Mixopolis continued.

It wasn't long after this that the zombified Fuzer's attention was caught by a moving object in the sky, one of color and creativity that was unlike the now-monochrome buildings around him. Then, it exploded. Rainbow essence was sent raining down all over the city, a particularly large splash striking Fuzer directly as his Infernite-red colors returned. Stumbling to the ground, Mixels all around came to their senses and began to chase the Nixels out of the streets.

But Fuzer gritted his teeth. A Nixel had bitten into his head and the toxins had spread to his brain, critically damaging it beyond repair, but he didn't know that. All he knew was the want for a world of black and white, the want to be Nixed once more. His phone buzzed, an incoming call from Combustor. But Fuzer looked at it with rage, crushing it in his palms. While Mixels began to celebrate their victory, he stormed off into the alleyway, plotting.

Now...

A massive portion of the Nixel Armada had gathered in Mixopolis Stadium for the big event as the Mixel-Moon rose to the night sky. Horrific Nixel Mixes cheered and threw refreshments about as Fuzer stepped out to the field before a massive, mechanical contraption. It was tall, shaped like a ship-space but far larger and armed to the teeth. Murphy slammed a wrench against a massive exhaust, stepping back as content as they could be with the vehicle.

"Done?" Fuzer asked. "The work of a truly magnificent engineer is never 'done'... but this masterpiece is ready for use. We assume that's what you intended." Murphy said, Fuzer shooting them a glare as he held back rage. "Get the throttle fired up and get ready to load Nixels. We're leaving now." Fuzer ordered as he whistled, signaling for Kabum, Sour Poppa and Anglow to move from the bleachers to the field.

"Yar, this vessel be mighty unusual, captain." Kabum remarked as he glanced up and down at the craft. "The controls are built especially for you, Kabum. Get up there and get seated, all of you." Fuzer ordered. "Last one there is a rotten lollipop, hah!" Sour Poppa yelled as he bounced on top of Kabum and began climbing the ladder, followed by Kabum and an annoyed Fuzer. While Murphy began to open the storage bay for Nixels to occupy, they spotted Anglow staring up at the Mixel-Moon.

"Is there an issue, Glowkie?" They asked, Anglow going stiff in surprise of being spotted. "Uh, nope! Not at all, in fact, I was just about to board!" She said nervously, beginning to climb the ladder as Murphy looked on, a hint of concern in the permanent Murp's confused expression. Finally, they whistled and began to embark the craft, Nixels rushing in to the storage and fighting for room aboard among one another. "Ye weren't kidding, captain! This be a pirate's dream!" Kabum hollered as he sat himself in the pilot's seat, examining a control panel akin to that of a ship.