Major Nixel groans, knowing their Mixel Land and Nightlight Moon invasion attempts have been... less than successful, "Why oh WHY do these miserable Mixels get the upper HAND!?" Major slams his clawed fist against the Nixel cloning machine, currently working in overdrive. He then looks to a photo of Mixopolis, a city of gleaming color and crap like that. The city has been Nixel-free due to measures being put in place to keep out Nixels... but also to a fault since native Mixels there don't even know what Nixels are.
Major Nixel chuckles, reminiscing on how easy Mixopolis was to conquer at first. At least... until that Glorp Corp kid and 12 other Mixels formed mixes and maxes to beat the Nixels.
"Y'know Chefnix..." Major Nixel says, them perking up, "Those Mixopolis Mixels. They're soft. We ought to focus our future plans towards those miserable ingrates!" "Sure dad!," Chefnix says, hoping to make him proud. The Major simply heads out, feeling a renewed confidence to steal a cubit!
...2 seconds later and Major Nixel is being beaten up by a Swetzer/Kap mix.
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...
