Mixels: A Mixful Journey Series 2

Dreamy

Nekrik adjusts his tuxdress, getting ready for his wedding. He cricks his ever-painful long neck, "Maaan Dreemtz, my neck's acting UP today!" Dreemtz comes out of the inn's walk-in closet, tumbling for a power nap. Nekrik looks at Dreemtz with his one eye, seeing his boyfriend decked out in a strange looking tuxedo. "Hey, where'd you get that? It looks snazzy!" Dreemtz wakes up, "Snazzy?? Snazzy?? Yes!! Thanks bestie, it's!! My ultimate tuxedo!!," he speaks short but sweet, "Get it made by!! Mysterious Mixel!! You also look FABULOUS!!"

Nekrik looks away from Dreemtz's bloodshot but joyous eye shyly, "Oh this ol' thing? Thanks heh." Nekrik can't help but appreciate Dreemtz's dark blue tuxedo with various lime highlights though. Dreemtz's antennae shoot up, "Aw crap!! We's gonna be late!!" The two shoot out of the Inn, making it just barely in time for the ceremony.

The two have always had a fascination with the mixamajig story, believing in it whole-heartedly. Nekrik readies a strange and incredibly rare form of a rainbow cubit, having a strange black ore jammed in the middle, one which Dreemtz bought off a site known as BrikBay, usually meant for used building materials and popular with Weldos.

After a speech by the wedding's designated speech giver, she finally says, "You may now mix the groom!!" Dreemtz and Nekrik happily but nervously grab the shady cubit. Not much happens, although their colors fade for a second. Everything feels hazy as they... don't... know what the issue is. They try letting go of the cubit... but their hands have fused to it. Strange. They can't speak, thus wave at each other. The world around is still paused and blank.

Nekrik puts his hand forward, Dreemtz holding it. That's when the mixing begins, their hands fusing together as the two unceremoniously are sucked into the cubit. A slow, painful and agonizing mixing sequence ends with a bed-looking mix, one who looks around blankly with one bloodshot eye slapped on a lump in the bed. Everyone else cheers, but the mix feels... weird. The mix still puts it's hands up, feeling a little relieved, "We did it, it!!"

As the wedding ceases, the mix is happy at how powerful it is... but increasingly concerned it's not splitting. "Wh-what's going on, ON!?," it cries out. Despite many efforts they can't split. In a last ditch attempt, it tries using a jagged rock to split, giving up nearly immediately when the pain is felt, "Yeah, that will NOT end well, well."

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After feeling pain from the dream, Lumpy wakes up, crying. It thinks back to the cubit, wondering if it can be reversed. It does recall a Mixopolis scientist having permanently murped from a Mixel-made version, one without nixelite jammed in it, but dismisses the idea. "Well... best we can do is try... making the best of it," Lumpy mutters to itself, preparing to start the day with an N-Mixel roll call.

The End