《Cubits Can't Save You Now (In Progress)》Chapter 17: Meanwhile, With T-Midi...
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I was just sitting in my red chair while drinking a cup of coffee and eating a slice of toast with grape jelly spread on it. I knew I needed a day to relax, so here we are.
"Ahh... now this is relaxation." I sighed as I sipped my coffee.
"Thankfully there hasn't been any trouble for today."
As if to answer and prove me wrong, a crash was heard. I had to set down my toast and coffee, and then I ran outside where I saw the rocket van as it had been CRASHED in front of my HOUSE!
"I take it back. I take it all back." I told himself.
Suddenly, a big (but really cute and very scared) scorpion jumped out of the rocket van through the back doors, and then the scorpion huddled against the right side of the rocket van.
"Scorpi, we know that was a bumpy ride, but please calm down." A spike-headed creature told the scorpion as it peeked through the back doors.
A green creature with slime for arms also climbed out of the back doors.
"Yeah, try thinking happy thoughts!" Exclaimed the green creature.
...What the? What even are those creatures..? I walked towards the van and attempted to climb to the back doors to check for more of those creatures, but the spike-headed creature's feet kept hitting me as I attempted to examine the amounts of Luau Bread in which I saw inside the trunk. Why were there so many of these loaves?
The spike-headed creature and the slime-armed creature both climbed out of the trunk and looked around, clearly ignoring my annoyance with... whatever was going on.
"Swaysway, Buhdeuce, I know you're in there!" I shouted.
"I know you didn't park inside my house and destroy it, but parking it in FRONT of my house isn't any better!"
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..Oh, clearly they can't hear me from all of those Luau Bread loaves being inside the trunk, and I'm pretty sure I can tell by how I hear their voices being muffled. Afterwards, I decided to exit the trunk and walk towards the front door, but before I could get to the door, the rocket van suddenly glitched and then dissapeared, leaving the three creatures in its place.
"Oh no, the rocket van's missing!" Said the slime-armed creature.
"C-calm down, Torts. It will be fine long as we just listen to our hearts." Comforted the spike-headed creature.
And then for some reason, he started tap-dancing, with each step making a high-pitched piano note for some reason.
"Yes, we must-.." ..Aaand it saw me.
..Okay, what do I actually do? I'm used to dealing with the Breadwinners literally crashing at my house, but just what in sliced bread are these creatures?
"Sorry, do we know you?" Asked the spike-headed creature.
"..No. Ahem, my name is Talonius C. Midi, but you may call me T-Midi." I told the creature.
So then the spike-headed creature introduced himself as "Footi" and he told me that the names of the other two creatures were "Torts" and "Scorpi". What strange names, and yet I get my bread from ducks named "Swaysway" and "Buhdeuce".
"Well, where exactly did you come from?" I decided to ask Footi.
"Well, Mixel Land, of course!" Said Footi.
"It's the greatest place on Planet Mixel!" Exclaimed Torts.
Cut to the rocket van in Alphaland (Home to the Alphablocks) where we see that it's no longer lodged into the ground, but standing right-side up again. The front doors of the rocket van open and Buhdeuce and Swaysway fall onto the ground out of said front doors. Buhdeuce spits out a loaf of Luau Bread that looks as if someone stuffed it into Buhdeuce's beak.
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"I thought we'd never get out of there, Sway!" Said Buhdeuce.
"Yeah, totally. I never wanna experience The Darkness like earlier ever again." Said Swaysway.
As if on cue, The Darkness was heard behind the ducks' rocket van. The camera cuts to the back of the van where we see a pile of The Darkness covering half of the rocket van, and Corrupted A and Corrupted O are pounding on the van. Swaysway squated so Buhdeuce could hear him more clearly.
"Trust me bap, you do not want to make any noise. These glitchy zombies literally in front of us!" Swaysway whispered to Buhdeuce.
"Well, then where can I get some bread from?" Buhdeuce asked Swaysway, also in a whispering tone.
"The van has all of the loaves of Luau Bread and it's being attacked! Bread doesn't grow on trees, Sway!"
Suddenly, Buhdeuce was about to sneeze, so Swaysway grabbed him and put him in his shirt.
"PLEASE DON'T SNEEZE DUDE!" Swaysway told Buhdeuce.
Afterwards, Buhdeuce sneezed on his shirt, but then the two ducks realized that they caught the attention of the two Corrupted Alphablocks.
"Bubble nuggets." Mumbled Buhdeuce.
The two ducks then ran off screaming with the two corrupted Alphablocks and The Darkness coming after them. There was no time to stop, there was no time to waste, they just had to keep running and running for miles and miles. Speaking of which, because of all of the miles and miles the two ducks attempted to run, Swaysway's right leg began to cramp, and then he tripped.
"NO, DON'T GIVE UP SWAY!" Shouted Buhdeuce.
"I can't, my leg cramps!" Swaysway told Buhdeuce.
"JUST RUN IT OFF, WE DON'T GOT TIME FOR WORRYING ABOUT CRAMPS!" Yelled Buhdeuce.
Before Swaysway could say anything else, The Darkness caught up to him, causing Buhdeuce to yelp and continue running, only he was more fearful than he already was due to his best bap being taken by a pile of glitchy slimy stuff. However, Buhdeuce just couldn't outrun The Darkness because it grabbed him before he could get a head-start. Meanwhile, the Glowkies were hurriedly flying towards Planet Mixel, since Mixel Moon was destroyed by The Hideous Vaccum of Space. That meant that they either had to look for a new home or stay still, stranded in space.
However, with a glitch transition, the main Glowkies suddenly teleported atop a giant skyscraper in a city never before seen. The main Glowkies looked down from the skyscraper, only to find various planetoid (their words, not mine) mixels, which clearly meant they were in Planet Mixel, but possibly somewhere on Planet Mixel they've never seen before.
"What is this place?" Globert asked himself.
"Uh, pretty sure it's Planet Mixel." Said Vampos.
"No, not that, I was talking about this city!" Corrected Globert.
"Pssh, it might just be a city in general, I guess." Assumed Vampos.
"Yeah, Boogly agrees." Replied Boogly.
Suddenly, the three Glowkies heard a conversation from far away. When they looked to their left, they saw three orange mixels (who the Glowkies assumed were Flexers) standing on a skyscraper far away and having what seemed to be some sort of conversation. What the orange mixels are actually saying can be heard very faintly.
(Fun Fact: The lines of dialog that the orange mixels are saying are actually from the NNGA episode of Mixels. Also, Glowkies are bat-like, therefore they're able to hear anything from 10 miles away.)
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