Mixels: A Mixful Journey Series 2

Story of Nightlight Moon Part 1

Jeanne wakes up late, as it usually does. They yawn, wondering why a crowd has gathered outside. They sniff around, going through the crowd and noticing some cracks from above. Several Clothians are chattering, wondering why there's even cracks forming.

Meanwhile, the Stitchlies and Goodnyghts are having a wondrous picnic. Awak notices the ground's a tad shaky but shrugs it off. At least, until Yume brings a whole roast pork donut cake, an MCPD's favorite dessert and one that Crocsu made. The moment Yume and the cake set down, the floor comes caving in, the Mixels yelling as they fall into the center of Nightlight Moon.

Swetzer walks up, sniffing and poking at the mix-mess of a pile, "Welp. They dead. We're go-o-oing now!" He begins walking away, before a fuzz-covered hand grabs her foot. She roars in fear, sending Nitti flinging into a wall. "Have you heard of MANNERS!?," Swetzer yells. Nitti groans, being but a splat against the wall. The other Mixels get up, recovering from the fall.

Awak says a line he's always wanted to say, "Guys... I don't think we're on Nightlight Moon anymore." Beddy whacks him in the head, "Of COURSE we are you murp-monkey!" Crocsu inches forward, "Hey guys! We uhh... come in peace! Sorry bout the whole... caving in the roof mess..." most Clothians are in awe at the first natural light they've ever seen, some embracing its warmth.

Swetzer hisses, sniffing Skarvs, "So-o-o, what kinda tribe are ya? Seems clo-o-othing-like to me..." Skarvs chuckles, "We're the Stitchlies! And these are out friends the Goodnyghts. We're a knitting tribe!" Swetzer wishes they had eyes to roll, "Knitting? We knit too-oo-oo!!" Skarvs creates a bow out of nowhere, gifting it to Swetzer. Swetzer sighs, "Ok but... you're faster. Also, just so-o-o ya kno-o-ows, only I can speak fluent Mixel Language... Clo-o-othians go-o-ots a different language."

Jeanne waddles closer, chittering about how it doesn't matter since they can just mix together... while eating trash with Kap. Swetzer groans, "We wo-o-on't ever mix with these lo-o-osers..." making the Stitchlies and Goodnyghts grimace. "LOSERS!?," Yume shouts, "That's IT!"

The tribal leaders pull out cubits, a bed crashing on all 6 Mixels and creating two maxes. The Clothians laugh, also grabbing a cubit, a giant clothmoth eating the three and producing a clothmoth ball that burst into a big ol max. The Goodnyghts max-having been formed for the first time-is a bit wobbly as it gets used to it's powers. The Clothians max smirks, thinking it'll be a piece of cake.

The Clothians max distracts itself by attacking the Goodnyghts max, which... fell asleep. The Stitchlies max then traps the Clothians max with very strong yarn. The Clothians max struggles but eventually bursts out, laughing and towering over the Stitchlies max. That is, until the bear they poked beats them to a pulp. The Goodnyghts max tears the Clothians back into their base Mixels, roaring with sleep-deprived rage.

The other maxes split, Beddy offering peace. The Clothians accept and everyone gets to fixing the area they fought in.

The End