The invitations crept into every single mailbox in Mixel Land straight from the Spiky Desert via Zorch’s route. One for the remaining eight tribes, addressed to each three members. Scrawled in Scorpi’s childish handwriting, with the date being tomorrow night. Everyone that got the invitations quickly RSVP’d for the event. What was it? A Spikel Slumber Party! Everyone in Mixel Land knew how much the scorpion-like leader loved sleepovers, and it was no surprise that he and his older brothers knew how to throw some of the best ones around! That day, everyone was talking to everyone about tomorrow night and how big and fun it was going to be. Everyone started making their preparations and could hardly sleep that night! It was going to be so huge! Only…none of them noticed the small black cubes hiding in the shadows, listening in on their plans…and then sneaking off to their leader to tell him what was going to happen…
The next day, with the sun setting in the horizon over the desert sands, all the Mixels crowded around the Spikels’ house. Duffel bags and suitcases packed to the brim with pajamas, sleeping bags, and toiletries were clutched in the hands of every attendee as they all waited eagerly at the door. Finally, the door opened, and the Spikels eagerly looked out at everyone that was there.
“Yay!” Hoogi happily said, clapping his hands together. “Everyone made it!”
“Come in! Come in!” Footi happily said as he skipped further into the corridor and everyone else crammed inside with eagerness. The Spikels’ house wasn’t big by any means, though it was still plenty roomy, especially the main living room, which had been cleared out of most furniture for room for the remaining eight tribes. Sleeping bags were arranged in groups of three: tribe brothers sleeping near each other, with the Spikels setting up to sleep in their own rooms later. Dinner was pizza. Tons of pizza. SO MUCH PIZZA. Pizza of every type possible: from cheese to hamlogna to pineapple and pine nuts. Everyone ate their fill…with the Fang Gang eating MORE than their fill. Especially Gobba. Even when his brothers declared themselves stuffed, he ate. He kept eating throughout the rest of the night, even when everyone else had given up on snacking.
“Bro, chill on the food!” Flain suddenly called out, finally having enough of it.
“I can’t!” Gobba called out, his mouth still half-full of chewed-up pizza. “I can’t stop! It’s too good!”
With that, everyone ended up giving up on Gobba and his pizza and let him eat it as everyone continued chatting and having fun. A couple could have sworn they heard a weird scuttling sound every so often, but they chalked it up to just the house moving around, and never bothered to look at the shadows…which were looking a little blockier than normal…
Finally, night had fallen. A line had formed in the hall for the bathroom, where the Mixels put on their pajamas and went through their nightly routines. Fang Gang teeth were brushed to perfection (with special care for Chomly’s so he could avoid another incident like his gold tooth and Gobba’s grind guard was put in place), Glomp’s pore strip and Lunk’s allergy strip were tacked on their respective noses, and Footi was the last one to finish, but no one knew what he was even doing, because he slipped out towards his room to call it a night. Lunk and Slumbo also ended up following suit, sliding into their sleeping bags and going out like a light immediately. However, the others had different ideas…
“Y…you’re sure this is a good idea, right?” Tentro nervously asked. His light blue short-sleeved long nightshirt covered his back tentacles with the sleeves on his front two, while his matching nightcap bobbed around on his conical head.
“Sure, if you’re brave enough! Which I totally am! Why would anyone say I wasn’t?” Zorch protested, his sweat-stained yellow undershirt sticking to him as he continued to tug at his orange-and-maroon striped boxer shorts and white and gold gym socks while he continued to protest, even though no one had asked the question in the first place.
An old horror movie was suggested, and was promptly popped into the TV. Most of the Mixels had already gone to sleep before the movie even started, but the ones that stayed to watch…found it surprisingly underwhelming. Something about a ravenous creature and a shambling monster with urly horns and a melting green face SHOULD seem like a scary concept…but with horrible effects, flat acting, and gaping plotholes…it suddenly became underwhelming. So underwhelming that the Mixels that bothered to stay up to watch it soon found themselves asleep…save for one.
Turns out too much pizza right before bed isn’t a good idea and keeps you up later than you’d like to be. It keeps your stomach awake, which keeps you awake, which keeps you tired, which sleep deprives you and make everything around you seem weird. Gobba unfortunately learned this the hard way. He ended up the only one watching the movie in the end thanks to being unable to drift off like everyone else and his tiredness made the movie seem a BIT scarier and a BIT realer to him. Finally, when the movie ended, the television, which was set on a timer, clicked off. The only light source now came from a small portable nightlight near the Electroids (for Zaptor and Volectro’s sake). The only sounds now came from snoring (mainly from the Cragsters) and the gentle vacuum-like white nose hum of Flain’s CPAP machine. Ever so slowly, Gobba adjusted the orange collar of his mostly-yellow long nightshirt, straightened his yellow nightcap, and slid into his sleeping bag next to his brothers, closing his eyes as he attempted to sleep. But the feeling kept haunting him in the back of his head…