Crapple is taking a night-night sleep. He cuddles up within the fluffy blanket, unknowing to the lurking cube-shaped entity with a knife.
...Yeah it's chef Nixel. They attempt to throw the butcher knife, but Princess knit the blanket so incredibly strong that it bounces off, nearly slicing off it's mustache. "What ze nix is zat blankey MADE OF!?" The butler Nixel and alley Nixel observe, knowing chef Nixel is trying to sabotage the plan. The alley Nixel crawls, grabbing them as butler Nixel hangs it using a spare bowtie. "What GIVES!?," it squeals, noticing the blanket move in the room.
Crapple wakes up, seeing a knife on the ground and chef Nixel hanging from the doorknob. He sighs, grabbing the cuisine enjoyer and kicking them incredibly far, ending up at the Mixel Moon. They sigh, having failed once again. A shadow looks behind it, sending shivers up their shell. "Heya Chef Nixel! You have much potential," Empress Nixel says, still coated in shadows, "Since that previous useless oaf is nowhere to be found, you'd be a nixellent new King Nixel." Chef Nixel pinches themself to make sure they're not dreaming. They shout "Nix!," with glee.
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...
