-Mixed up stuff: Yet another book-

|🐍 Caught by the Cobra 🐍/Cobrax and Reader!^-^|

Smol warning:|This oneshot contains a bit of hypnosis, if you aren't comfortable with that sort of thing you don't have to look at this.|

POV: You were one of the most sneakiest criminals in all of Mixopolis, so far you haven't been caught... Until now.

You've just stolen some of Mixopolis' rarest and expensive jewelry from the Frosticons District, they had the most valuable things so you were bound to have it for yourself. You laughed to yourself in great pride because of your success.

You run off into the alleyway, thinking that you've just gotten away with your crime once again...

Truth is, you haven't.

You suddenly felt something grabbing you from the shadows, in a shock of surprise you turn around to see who grabbed you. It was none other than Cobrax, part of the crime fighting mixels known as the Nindjas.

- "Gotcha!" Cobrax chuckled, you growled angrily while trying to get out of his grip.

- "Let go of me you pestering Nindja!" You yell.

Cobrax chuckled once more in a smug matter, amused by your resistance.

- "Now where do ya think you trynna run off to, hm?" He asked, coiling you. "To do more crime?"

- You scoff. "Yeah, I am. What's it to you?"

The snake like Mixel makes a hiss, his voice is oddly... Smooth?

- "Oh, c'mon now...~" He gets up close to your face... His eye turning into...

Beautiful...

Red and yellow spirals...

"Try to loosen up on that trouble makin' spirit of yours...~"

Just like that, you feel your resistance fading. His tone, his words, his comfortable coils, his colors...

It made you feel relaxed... Almost content.

Your muscles loosen up in his grip, Cobrax noticed this and made a satisfied hum.

- "Yes, that's it...~" He cooed. "Ease up on makin' chaos around this colorful city, aight?"

You nodded, having no choice but to comply.

- "Mhm..." You mutter. "I will..."

- "Good." Cobrax caresses your head, causing you to slip into a trance induced slumber. "Now, I'll go get this jewelry back to the Frosticons District. Sleep tight, lil criminal."

He carries you and the bag of jewelry with him, you sleep comfortably in his coils...

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