Mixels: A Mixful Journey Series 2

Staring Contest

Nitti once again loses a staring contest against Awak. "Face it kid," Beddy says, "Awak's can keeps his eyes open for 2 days. The only competition be them Glowkie and Limbster leaders." At the mention of this, Crocsu gains a certain interest in how much the Goodnyghts know about other tribes, "Hey Beddy!," they say, "I'm curious... what do you fellas know bout our homeland?" Beddy and Crocsu go off to discuss while Awak rolls his eye at Nitti.

"Nitti, I jus' simply don't appreciates ya actin' like an Orbiton stereotype y'hear?" Nitti groans, "Folks always say this!! If I have an autistic bone in my body that's hyper-fixated on SPACE, I'll let it be KNOWN buddy!" Awak pauses a bit, understanding due to relating immensely. This doesn't stop him from continuing to argue though.

"Woahhh," Crocsu says, looking at the historical research done by various Goodnyght leaders, "This is... actually smaller than I expected." Beddy sighs understandingly, "Yeah. We seldom have a tribal leader. Leader do this. Takes lot for Goodnyght to lead. Most chill and sleep. Awak best leader we have yet." Crocsu nods vigorously as Beddy chatters on sleepily, "And... we..." she falls into a spur-of-the-moment power nap. Crocsu just sits there, awaiting her awakening.

Back where Awak and Nitti are butting heads, Major Nixel watches from a nearby wire bush which is covered in snow, "Heh, even if Chefnix didn't order this... I must. I haven't beaten up Mixels since they escaped those cages all them years ago!" Major reminisces on old memories, almost missing the time before most of Mixel Land moved to Mixopolis.

Putting his thoughts aside, he runs forth with a sign-featuring the Nixel Armada symbol-and barely missed the Mixels, "What the-" Nitti says. "Heh! This sure is a RUSH!," Major grunts, slashing the sign around with little consequence. Nitti offers a cubit to Awak. Awak hesitates, which gives Major the opportunity to seize it, "HA! See ya suckers!" Major blows a raspberry and runs off, but immediately stops and catches his breath.

Awak brings out his own dark and medium blue cubit, mixing with Nitti at last, via a candle melting them together. The mix appears like a stereotypical Moon inhabitant, similar to the Orbiton interpretation of the Maximum Mixel. The mix notices it's arms are asleep, having been Awak's first time mixing with a non-Goodnyght. Nonetheless, the mix rushes forward, extending a mouth attached by a string of yarn. They grab back the cubit.

"What the?," Major says, the mix spitting out a sleeping bag and trapping the Major. It then kicks Major to Mixel Moon, back where the Nixels are plotting. After they split, Nitti and Awak high-five, Slep tossing and turning her head while sleeping.

Meanwhile, Beddy wakes back up, "Oh yea. So, Crocsu. Thing is, we not fans of how Mixopolis and Mixel Land get all interest. Mixel Moon? Nightlight Moon?," Beddy looks out the window, observing as they orbit the Mixel Moon, "They care not for us. Our tribe name is still mystery." Crocsu pouts, understanding how it feels to be ignored. "You Stitchlies... you were first nearby life we found. And... you seemed nice." Crocsu smiles, nuzzling Beddy warmly. Beddy also smiles, hoping Moon Mixels can one day get recognition.

The End