Mixels: A Mixful Journey Series 2

Maximum Problems

As the Clothian Culture Festival continues, the Stitchlies set up a side event for Clothians to learn... what exactly is a Maximum Mixel? Swetzer snuggles up with his tribemates... and bestie Sneek! Swetzer also adjusts her zipper as Jeanne chitters. Nitti prepares to give the lecture, while Skarvs and Crocsu are in charge of the sock puppets. Nitti takes a deep breath, grabbing out a book titled Maximum Mixel History by Professor Mixelpuss.

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Tale 1: Maximum Mixel

Many Mixels tend to have an idea of who the Maximum Mixel may be, the most general definition being an especially large being with the best emphasis of their tribe's features. Few tribes also think of them as just doing their job to keep balance in check. Nixels do not believe in anything higher than themselves, although they do flinch when a Mixel says "Schnixel," but not the alternative phrase, "Schmixel". In general, tribes tend to have their own different interpretations, with some worshipping these figures while others remain indifferent.

Some famous examples come from the Infernites, Frosticons and Medivals. The Infernites base their culture around their own interpretation, one who's hot-headed and fiery. Thusly, their Kingdom likes having a leader with the brains to match, even if the leadership is moreso relaxed guidance. The Frosticons don't have a properly defined interpretation, usually thinking of it as a being in the snowy clouds, one who guides lost and weary Mixels. Medivals worship an ancient dragon, one who's said to be unwieldy but deadly. This is represented by their fierce culture and unstable hierarchy.

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Nitti pants, not having read aloud so much in it's life, "How... do Mixels... do this..."

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Many Mixels have and still do believe in multiple tribe interpretations, which became especially popular after the mixamajig hoax. There will be more info on tribes in the following chapters.

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Nitti bows, finally relieved to be done. The Clothians clap as they receive copies of the book if they're ever curious. For some reason, as Nitti hands Swetzer their book, it changes into a different book. Swetzer looks at it curiously, "Huh?" The book now reads THE Maximum Mixel IS A LIE! with "History" crossed out. Swetzer rubs the back of his head confused, looking at the redacted and weirdly messed up info, "I... did yo-o-ou guys LIE to me!?" Nitti takes a look at the book while the other Stitchlies rush over from packing up the puppet show.

"The Maximum Mixel is a lie?," Crocsu reads, "...That's not the book we gave Nitti!" Swetzer is confused, confused on what to do while her instinct are telling him to get away. Skarvs sighs, "I think a Nixel vandalized this book, Swetzer. I'll get you a new-" Skarvs pauses as Swetzer begins booking it, unsure of what to think.

"NIXELS! N-MIXELS!!!," King MixNix interrupts before anyone can react as he barely pilots a cloud ship towards the Nightlight Moon, zig-zagging every which way, "ATTAAAACK!!!" Major Nixel and King Chefnix also arrive upon a competently piloted cloud ship, sending out a flurry of Nixels to intercept King MixNix's army. Major made sure to train all the Nixels to say "Mine" instead of "Nix" to differentiate themselves while disorienting the opponents.

Nitti groans at the annoying movie refetence, gently grabbing Solo. Nitti makes sure everyones able to rush over to the silly little Vehimix in order to get on Nightlight Moon, which had been left unguarded.

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Within a weird and winding underground and twistedly gray forest, Swetzer continues running, but gets confused at even themself, "Wh-why am I running? I-I'm sure it's a simple misunderstandi-" "Is it now...?," Schnix interrupts, appearing before Swetzer, who smells their plastic-scented breath as Schnix gets too close for comfort. Schnix smiles, showing a mouth full of black saliva into an endlessly white void, dotted with rainbow-colored... mixing essence?

Swetzer groans, disgusted at the toothless beast... but also disoriented at how he can see. Schnix pats Swetzer on her head, "Don't worryyy sweater buddy! The deal is still open! Just shake my hand and you can get a happier life! Unless... you still trust those deceitful Stitchlies..." Swetzer hesitates for a moment, seeing Schnix's outward red hand. Schnix hides their green hand behind their back. Shrugging, Swetzer takes the hand without quite understanding the deal.

As Schnix pulls out their other hand with fingers crossed, their laugh pierces through the cavernous woods, the landscape beginning to shift and wind. Swetzer realizes too late that this is within their own mind, screaming out for no one to hear. "Don't worryyy sweater FRIEND!," Schnix reassures as the two float above a reshaping mindscape, "You won't feel a thing!!"

The End