Major Nixel looks upon the steady cloning process of the neutral cubit. "Sure seems... somewhat immoral," Major thinks as Princess grabs a neutral cubit for testing, "I mean, mixing with Mixels... it seems wrong. King would have my shell if I revolted though..."
Princess's butler Nixel grabs the cubit. The cubit breaks into shards, as the Nixel's shell and flesh breaks apart, wrapping over Princess which causes a burning sensation. She screams in horror as her body contorts into a new scrambled form. They have created the first mux. The mux lumbers around, ground crackling beneath them. It rips apart a training dummy, Major Nixel impressed but concerned that this new technology muddies the clear-cut conflict that has gone on for generations. Major gulps, holding his composure. The N-Mixel armada claps, the mux splitting. The two writhe on the ground from the pain, absolutely traumatized.
Major Nixel shrugs, "Alright miserable Mixels!," he shouts, "The newest Metarm model will be ready in a few days after King Nix makes some adjustments. It will be our chance to strike!" He grabs a neutral cubit, "We'll even play this card if we must." The N-Mixels and Nixels erupt with cheers, Murppet still sleeping.
The End
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Mixels: A Mixful Journey
HumorShort stories centered around 4 Mixel tribes! The underwater Mixquatics, the island-dwelling Limbsters, the forested Plantorz and the Brawllars that come from a canyon! Anyways this story is sponsored by NIX: Shadow Legends Brawllars and Empress Nix...
