Mixels: Mixtastic Dimensions

SMASH!

The Giant Nix observer's screen smashed completely, tiny bits of it's glass falling right onto the ground. The impact came from a hard fist of a taller, humanoid nixel with devil horns upon her head.

Nixiean. The jester of the Nixels.

One would think that it would be unnecessary for a jester's name to be spoken with such a tone, given how jesters are known to be "fools"... But Nixiean? She was far beyond a fool. She was known to be the most sadistic Nixel known, bloodthirsty to the very core. The very thing she enjoyed most was watching Mixels suffer.

And just seeing what the Giant Nix Observer caught on camera fueled her with fury. Without a word and only angry huffs, she stomped towards the throne room of the Nixel Palace. The ringing bells of her boots only brought more fear to the Nixels nearby, and increased it in the ones who already felt it. And with a punch of the door, she yelled...

- "NIIIILES!!!!"

Niles, Eclair and Vixus all froze up on Nixiean's shout. Eclair nearly fell over, but caught herself, even if her legs were still trembling. Niles, trying to keep calm in front of his sister cleared his throat.

- "Greetings..Nixiean." He stepped up from his throne.

Nixiean scoffed, clearly not in the mood for Niles' politeness.

- "Cut the prince talk, brother." She pointed a long finger at him and leaned up close. "Admit it, you've been WASTING time observing those miserable Mixels instead of   GETTIN' RID OF THEM."

Niles flinched, he didn't bother to remove her finger and just waited for Nixiean to lower it. Even the prince of the Nixels himself feared her presence...and for a good reason too.

- "Nixiean, please. We can't just aim for the attack right away." He tried to reason. "We have to learn their powers, weaknesses and-

- "BULLGRIT!" Nixiean shouted a yell that echoed throughout the throne room. "All of this research you're doing is BULLGRIT!"

She then turned to Eclair and Vixus, who tensed up even further upon her gaze.

- "And you... You two are just waisting TIME." She hissed.

Eclair shrank herself in her tattered orbiton wings, Vixus looked to the right side of the floor, hurt, but he was used to the comments Nixiean made about him at this point.

- "Sorry...sis..."

- "Nixiean, that's enough." Niles spoke up, slightly stern. "If we charge headfirst, we'll be defeated right away. This isn't just regular mixels we're dealing with."

Nixiean looked away from Niles, placing one of her fingers upon her chin. Her frown twisted into a smirk, a chillingly smug smirk. She tapped her left boot on the ground, making the bell on it jingle in a slow rhythm.

- "Well then..." She began. "If ya won't do somethin' about it right away..." She turned around, her fingers uncurled and revealed a long sharp knife between them. "Then maybe I should take care of those dimensional PESTS."

Niles' firm stance lowered as his entire being filled with dread. Reasonable UTTER dread. The idea of Nixiean dealing with Mixels is something Niles constantly wanted to avoid, as her methods of doing so were borderline cold, heartless torture that would lead to one's death. Niles could already hear the screams of agony, the maniacal laughter of Nixiean. Quickly, he thought of a solution that would change her mind.

- "NO!" He shouted. "No, anything but that... I'll... I'll send in the N-Mixel Armada to go after them.. just please don't resort to killing them."

She fully turned around and just..stared at Niles... Until laughing with that same manic laugh that he feared of hearing. She laughed for around two or maybe three minutes out loud, then it finally came to a stop. Her face was now it's signature, sharp toothed, large smile.

- "Good." She said darkly,  putting away her knife in her jester-like pants that contained a pocket. "Now c'mon, we don't wanna keep 'em waiting."

Niles sighed. Before he left, he looked over at Vixus and Eclair, giving them a look that said: "I'll be okay, I promise". Before walking alongside Nixiean.

****

The two Nixels entered room with a table and multiple chairs, one that looked similar to a dark meeting room. Niles pressed a red button that was in the center of the table, causing a loud noise to emit from it. At first, nothing happened... But then, multiple figures emerged from the darkness of the room. These figures were indeed Mixels.

The first two were both Dreamyths, both were more connected to nightmares than dreams, the female one found dreams utterly fascinating and beautiful, and the smaller, Nonbinary always had a mischievous act up their sleeve.

The next was a Mystilyght, unhooded with a dark purple, tethered cloam. Her face gave off the air that she was cold and bitter, but melncholic.

The Slothitech, who had cyan blue electrical scars on his chest  was described as the "gruff yet silent" type of these group of Mixels, but he was more intelligent than he looked.

And finally, a small blacholian with a creepy cute looking appearance and a fanged smile, he giggled unnervingly.

What all of these Mixels had in common was that they all had a symbol with a black thumbs down on it. They were the N-Mixel Armada.

Nixiean made another manic laugh, Niles kept his calm and cold persona. Before Niles could speak, Nixiean interrupted and stepped up towards the group or Mixels. They all looked at her, some with focus, some with curiosity.

- "Alright, Mixels..." She began, all of them looked up at her. "My brother has a job for EVERY single one of you."

Niles cleared his throat, finally able to speak up after his sister interrupted him.
- "That's correct... I trust all of you will be able to complete your missions while I continue my research on your tribes."

The N-Mixel Armada members all collectively confirmed, meaning that all of them understood the task they were given and ready for it. Nixiean's grin would widen even more.

- "Excellent. Let's get to work everyone." Niles declared.

(End)