9 parts Complete Every year for Halloween, the residents of Mixel Land prepare either fantastical, wild parties, or bone chilling attractions like a haunted house or maze. So what happens when one of the primer party tribes is stuck making something completely different from what they're used to?
Will this be the fun, chaotic time the crew is accustomed to, or will the good intentions and pride of one Mixel spell disaster?
Something of note: This isn't part of the Descendants storyline, just a silly, spooky fic for the sake of Halloween.
I appreciate every peep giving this little story a chance ❤️