Mixels: Descendants (Prologue)

Chapter 6: A Long Way Home

For the first hour, the group simply walked along the river, stopping only to refresh the ice in the Frosti-coolers. Mixopolis had long faded behind them, first it's sounds, and then the very sight of it was nothing but a colorful dot in the distance.

The blank emptiness around them only served to unnerve the group as they continued onward.
"I surely hope y'all know what you're doing..." Snoof muttered.

Wiz-Wuz scuttled up beside him, looking up at the sled-like Frosticon with youthful optimism, and tried to reassure him.
"I'm sure they do! They're all smart, everything's gonna work out just fine." While his last statement was meant to sound genuine, it almost came off as Wiz-Wuz telling both Snoof and himself that this would work out.

To keep the taller Electroid occupied, Flain assigned Zaptor to look ahead of them, to check for danger. Of course, there wouldn't be anything worse than a mixamal, but it was a good enough distraction to ensure he wouldn't get into trouble.
Looking through the pair of binoculars Flain gave him, Zaptor noticed that there was a fork coming up, a larger river making up the main body, and a smaller river flowing into it.
Oh boy, here we go.
"We've got a fork, do we stay on the main part or split off?"

Flain motioned for Zaptor to give him the binoculars, and confirmed that there was a smaller river contributing to the Mixopolis River.
"Dang it... Okay, okay, this'll be fine. Let's just try to see each one further down the line."

"Allow me!" Snoof volunteered, and zipped up along the bank of the river, following the smaller estuary.

In the meantime, his older brother was looking through the binoculars, and realized something.
"Wait a second, the color of the smaller river, I know this shade!" Chillbo realized, handing the tool to his cousin, to which Krog's eye widened as he looked through it.
"You're right, Chill! River is same color as-"

He was interrupted by Snoof's quick return, his sled-like feet skidding to a stop just in front of the group.
"I knew it, I was right! It's the Slobbering Jungle!" Snoof pointed up ahead. "We're headed in the right direction!" He called to the firebird.

"All right! Mixels, move out!" Flain shouted, and the group grabbed up themselves, and followed the Frosticon cousins.

"We got very lucky there, I-I-I hope that luck holds out..." Tentro muttered to himself, nervously, to which Lunk got his attention by putting a hand on one of the Flexers' tentacles.

"No need to doubt, they've got it all figured out. Hey, that rhymed!" He laughed slowly, and Tentro couldn't help but smile, too.

...

The jungle was thick and warm, the humidity rolling out in a constant wave. Though, for a few, this wasn't too much of a hindrance.
Teslo looked up in awe. He'd never been to this place before, only having read about it.
"So this is the Slobbering Jungle?" He asked, more to himself, but Snoof overheard and put in his own two cents.

"Yup, I remember this place! It was one of the few points I got my head on right during the Mixamajig incident." Snoof shook his head. He was grateful that he'd had the common sense to help the Klinkers out of the river. Though, the reason he and the others were out there was something he'd rather soon forget.

"You guys sure you wanna go in?" Glomp asked, worried for the group. "We could continue down the Mixopolis river."

Flain looked over and shook his head.
"I would, Glomp, but we don't know where it leads to. The Frosticon cousins know where we are, and that's the closest thing we have to directions."

The lanky Glorp Corps leader slightly wilted from Flain's confirmation.
"I was afraid you'd say that..."

The firebird Mixel sighed lightly, looking up at the imposing jungle in front of this group.
"Into the thick of it we go."