Mixels: A Mixful Journey Series 2

COFFEE!!!

Knittown is ever quiet... so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Of course due to being asleep, nobody heard the sound of steam engines and blaring exhausted pipes (seriously, they need some coffee). "You sure this thing's running right?," Yume asks, Beddy equally worried about the ship-space. Awak shrugs, "I gots no darn clue! But I did fill 'er up beforehand."

The ship-space lands, grabbing the three sleeping Stitchlies. It then puts them inside, launching back on up. Awak constantly makes sure not to light anything on fire. "Yeesh this place. It flammable!," Beddy remarks, noting its direct closeness to the Infernite Kingdom.

An alarm blares in the ship-space, it now hovering above Nightlight Moon, "ERROR. LOW ON FUEL. ENGAGING CRASH MODE." Awak panics, "I coulda darn swore I puts in some gasoline!" Beddy facepalms, "Awak. It not run on gas. It run on COFFEE!!" She smacks him in the head, "What!? I... suppose that makes a bit'so sense!?" Nevertheless, the ship-space explodes, sending the Mixels barreling off in different directions.

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Static crackles. It feels like the world has paused. The clock goes tick. The clock goes tock. It's now time for a...

"MIXBOT COMMERCIAL BREAK!!!," says an enthusiastic Ph0ne, the most enthusiastic of them. As her digital face foms a exclamation point, some other MixBots run the inner-workings of the Ad Machine, none of them feeling much about it. "So my mighty Mixels... do YOU want to live FOREVER?" Phone excitedly says, the camera is still rolling with her cycloptic eye bouncing around to look. However, the camera MixBot groans at the phone individual. Ph0ne once again tries to wing it despite MixBots being able to live forever.

Ph0ne sighs as well, her eye becoming a tear drop, but quickly switching to a lightbulb, "Well... since you already do, may I introduce you guys and gals and other Mixel pals to the one, the ONLY!... battery juice! It's a DELICIOUS drink, if you have tastebuds!" The commercial ends, Ph0ne once again sighing, feeling as though her technology is being put to zero use in merely advertising items made by MixCorp.

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"What... hap-hazzened?," Nitti grumbles, having fallen into a cushion of snow head area-first. Skarvs groans, "Nitti... is that you? Wait, where's Crocsu!?" Another Mixel groans, waking up and blinking his unevenly eyelashed eyes. She brushes some snow off her pillowy head, with the big-eyed moon doogy being fast asleep, "Hey guys. I'm... Slep." Nitti begins nerding out with a passion, rivaling even the likes of Dribbal and Chilbo during trivia contests, "WOAH!! ARE YOU THE UNKNOWN NIGHTLIGHT MOON TRIBE!?"

Slep yawns, annoyed by Nitti, "Yeah. We're Goodnyghts, a tribe that tends to sleep... a lot." Nitti fidgets it's hands like knitting needles, "TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER!!!" Slep yawns, "Our main leader is currently... asleep," she points to Awak, sound asleep. "When will they wake up?," Skarvs asks. "Oh, prob'ly the day after tomorrow. Then I finally go back to sleep." Skarvs and Nitti are shocked, their jaws dropping to the floor. Slep shrugs, trudging along.

As Nitti fires off a million questions at once, Skarvs notices Slep heading towards a blaring light... like clothmoth to a flame... though clothmoths are not known, are they? "Are... we going the right way?," Skarvs asks nervously. Nitti pats him on the back, "Worry not brother, this is the Nightlight Moon after all!" Skarvs feels relieved for a moment, that is until they encounter a bunch of sleeping Nixels.

Skarvs brings it's voice down to a whisper, "How're we gonna get past these guys?" Slep slowly tiptoes around them, expertly making his way through. Nitti looks at Skarvs knowing it can't do that. Nitti offers him a cubit. Skarvs grabs it, the two being sucked into a washing machine. A sopping wet mix comes out when it whirrs and explodes, shaking off the wetness. This newly formed mix uses it's bug-like legs to silently skitter around the Nixels.

"Last one there's a rotten egg-rock!," the mix says to Slep, quickly skittering around. "No idea what an egg-rock is," Slep says, nonchalantly avoiding being egged on.

Meanwhile...

Crocsu wakes up, slurping their yarn back up since it all spilled out. They sigh, but quickly jolt due to feeling the feeling of pounding on their insides. Crocsu spits out Yume, "WHAT THE MUCK PLANETOID!?," she shouts, covered in pink, frizzy cloth bits.

"I'm sorry!," Crocsu retorts, "That... sometimes happens with others caught in my yarn." Beddy yawns, having woken up in enough time to witness the whole thing, "Relax. That useful for Nixel swarms." Yume takes a deep breath, "Yeah, you're right, heheh."

The three Mixels have light conversation as they stroll over to Goodnyght Resort City. Crocsu flinches when a mix of Nitti and Skarvs stampedes by, sliding and gently landing beside an inn. Slep trudges not too long after, the two tribes now being all together.

The End