Okay, so I've been making my own Mixel tribes lately, and I have five of them. One of them I feel that is of note is the Nix Fixers. They have an…interesting backstory that I wanted to make into a fanfiction. Mixels belongs to LEGO and Cartoon Network. I own the Steamerpuffs, the Auraras, the Shoutouts, the Nix Fixers, the Boombers, the Dustooners, the Medicans, the Mynders, and the Hashers.

When the lightbulb sun peaks over the horizon of Mixel Land…er, turns on…it's a new day for Mixel and Nixel alike. On the Mixel side of everything, it's chaos. But fun chaos! Alarms of every kind blaring. Brothers and sisters arguing about who gets to get ready first. Overly sweetened breakfast cereals shoveled down while seated in front of cartoons. Ruckus. But without it would be boring. It would be like…

…It would be like Nixel Land mornings. Major Nixel's army had the same routine every single day. Wake up from their identical bunks to a dull claxon horn. March to the mess hall. Breakfast is bland and gloopy oatmeal. Like it always is. No fruit or brown sugar. Because that stuff is "creative", which is of course, banned in Nixel culture. Early morning briefing is next. It's the same thing every day: collect the Cubits and bring them to the Major to destroy. And of course, every day it ended the same: tons of Nixels with footprints embedding their shells. Nixels with burn marks and electric discharge. Frozen Nixels, chewed on Nixels…just failure Nixels in complete pain. And it's the same thing every day. Of course, Major Nixel insisted that it would be different this time. But three Nixels felt a tiny bit doubtful…

They stood in the back of the briefing hall. Three brothers: one cat-eared, one square-topped, the third pointy-eared. Despite their young age (the square-topped one being just a kid), they were…loyal…but not really. One time, they were all three selected to go into three solo missions to collect Cubits. It ended with one with a Cragster footprint in his back, one with his head on fire (and his brain slightly scrambled as a result), and the third got a good zapping…but brought back a Cubit. And a Mix. While it was good for a laugh, it also meant latrine duty for the next month…which wasn't as much of a laugh. But it got them thinking.

About how much fun the Mixels seemed to be having. How THEY could do whatever they wanted. How THEY got to work together when they wanted to. It was splitting them apart from what they were taught and what they were seeing. MIXELS got to speak freely. (A Nixel speaking English that wasn't the Major? Must be thinking creatively!) MIXELS got to use every color of the rainbow (Black and white isn't even a true color scheme when you think of it…). MIXELS got to do this. MIXELS got to do that. MIXELS had the fun and everything they wanted. Nixels…Nixels were the Major's punching bag. Because the world wasn't how HE wanted it.

During this mission, Major Nixel carted his entire army into a weird mechanical cloud. Thanks to standing in the back, the three brothers didn't end up placed in some weird orb. Something referred to as the "Mega Nixel Mixel Nixer". It also meant none of them ended up as the "lucky" one to pedal the contraption to keep it afloat.

The youngest one, the square-topped one, just stared in a hazy daze at the entire thing. Like he had been doing for the past few months. After their major mission and after the creativity blitz, the eldest one, the cat-eared one, found a shocking blitz of inspiration. He secretly heard the whimpers his youngest brother shuddered with at nighttime. So, during one of their punishment details, he sneakily stole an old and faded rag that was at least still semi clean. With a few knots and stitches of black thread, he managed to make a simple knot doll. It wasn't much to look at, but to his brother, it meant a lot. And it meant a lot to Major Nixel as well…but not in a good way.

It was a sign of "creativity", and as soon as the Major caught wind of it, he confiscated it as soon as he laid eyes on it. Ever since that, the young Nixel went into an even worse haze.

And then the bomb went off.

The Nixels that were in the orb were soon launched out. A sudden explosion shocked the three…as the orb, along with the Nixels in it, disappeared in a haze of black and white, enveloping the Mix Fest below it, turning nearly all of the known Mixels into mindless zombies. As they stumbled around, Major Nixel and the remaining army piled out (with the three lagging behind). They then heard the Major cackle as he examined his work.

"I have nixed the Mixel Festival!" He cackled out, as the remainder of the swarm surrounded him. "Thank you, to some annoying and forgettable Nixels. This land is our land!"

During the chaos, the Nixels took over the party, making Vulk play droning ear-shattering music on his DJ turntable, breaking stuff, just being a complete annoyance. Save for three Nixels.

The trio hid away from the rest, just watching the chaos ensue. As the older two watch in confusion and shock (with the pointed-ear one twitching every so often from his melted brain), the youngest one attempted to drink from a now Nixified lemonade pitcher, slurping it up. The taste had dulled considerably thanks to the Nixel process, but it was still sweet and tart…flavors that were unknown in Nixel Land. It was at this lull from the three of them that the three of them heard their commander call out:

"Oh, no! Mixels?! ATTACK!"

Suddenly, the three found themselves swept up in a crowd of Nixels, running towards six Mixels that had managed to escape the bomb. As the youngest attempted to catch up, the swarm found themselves passing a cave, though the tail end of the swarm, including the trio, stopped and hid on top of it, listening on the conversation that the six Mixels were having. Something about heading to Mixel Mountain for a giant Rainbow Cubit? Either way, turns out the Nixels were going there, too…

Taking a shortcut that managed to get them to meet with the remainder of the Nixels and loop around the back of the mountain, the Nixels were able to form a barrier around the giant Cubit like a wall. While the remainder of the Nixels stayed firm, the trio felt a weird energy pulsing through them. It felt warm and cozy, nothing like they felt at their base. Before they could react, the six Mixels exploded from below the Cubit, sending Nixels and smaller Cubits everywhere. The trio landed unconscious a good distance away from the major scuffle, as a Rainbow Cubit embedded near them…and started to shift colors around.

When the dust settled, the six Mixels, the attacking Nixels, and the remaining Rainbow Cubits were gone. Mixel Mountain was back to its normal self, minus the giant Cubit, though a small Cubit ingot was starting to crystalize in its place. Finally, the three Nixels came to and dusted themselves off, noticing the Cubit a few inches away from them. Instead of the six colors, it was now settled on solid white and a grey that nearly bordered on black…yet still was intact, unlike the broken Nixelfied colors.

Something drew them to touch it. As soon as all three laid a pincer hand on it, it enveloped in a cloud of white light, once again knocking the three unconscious as even more energy surged through them.

"Uuugh…"

The eldest of the three, the cat-ear, slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head. Wait, head? Why wasn't it part of his body anymore? In confusion, he looked at his hands. The black pincers were still there…but attached to long grey arms.

"What the-?!" He involuntarily shrieked out, and then covered his mouth. English words? But he never even ATTEMPTED those! In fear, he scrambled up ran off, crashing into two other figures. Two Mixels that were doing the same as him.

But…something felt off. The two of them…they were black and white, too. One had squares topping his head. The other had two pointy ears. It suddenly dawned on the three of them at the exact same time.

The three of them were no longer Nixels.