For the first time in their entire lives, the Nix Fixers found themselves waking up to the feel of the lightbulb sun spreading light beams into their faces, rather than the sounds of droning horns blasting them up extra-early. They managed to have a breakfast of champions, rather than a breakfast of that random gloop Frau Nixel kept continuing to shovel at them. For the first time, they were actually enjoying their lives, rather than having it forced to them by a dictator.
By the time their breakfast had finished digesting (after a good round of cartoons they had never even heard of before); the trio was trekking down the cliffs of Mixel Mountain, trying to find any sources of population. If they wanted to be full-fledged Mixels, they’d have to learn how to mix and mingle with the new tribes, both figuratively and literally in their cases.
“So, who’s on our list to meet first?” Voyd asked, as Kybosh looked at the list that he had scrawled out from memory.