"Yes, YES!!!," Lumpy cheered, having finally made a couple of fabled neutral cubits, "It's BEEN... oh so long, LONG... feels like nearly 7 months, months." Fruitpunch scratches his head, confused at the odd specificness, "It's been like a day idiot, chillax." Lumpy shoots a crazed, cycloptic glare, not even phasing the one-winged Brawllar.
A flyswatter Nixel bursts in from outside the cluttered lab, looking for trouble. Instead of the normal Nixel behavior, it sits down, pulling out a random cup and going to chug it. "Hey, before you's drinks that," Fruitpunch warns, "Preeetty sure that's mixin' essence." The Nixel puts it down, Lumpy grinning with it's bed frame, dotted with mix-matched teeth.
Before Lumpy can say a word, the Nixel gives a devious side eye to Fruitpunch, trying to whack him with a swatter. "What the MUCK??," he shouts in response, "I'm on YOU'S side!!"
Fruitpunch threatens to snap both the flyswatters by grabbing them with his one arm, making the Nixel cease. "Okay, okay," Lumpy begins, brains even more scrambled than usual, "Nixel, we need, NEED your patronage... in order to make but a wondrous mux, MUX!"
The Nixel reluctantly agrees, the three grabbing onto one of the four neutral cubits. As the Mixels mesh together with mechanical parts and Nixel shell crushing into the horrific combination, so too does their mental states as four entire consciousnesses melt together. When the mux finally finishes forming, it possesses the now fairly known about Nixel flesh veins, pulsing through it's body and stabbing into itself.
A painful triumph, but a triumph nonetheless.
The End
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Mixels: A Mixful Journey Series 2
HumorShort stories centered around 4 Mixel tribes! The knitting Stitchlies, the cave-dwelling Clothians, the sleepy Goodnyghts and the futuristic MixBots! Warning: Should be read after Series 1 Stitchlies and Empress Nixel character/design concept by @_e...
