I was writing my comic and really liked this chapter a lot so I decided to post it for no reason

Mixed Nuts

Chapter 34: Carnival of Chaos

The air was electric with the scent of fried food, laughter, and the whirling motion of flashing carnival rides. The Wish Island Expo was in full swing, a grand festival of thrills and games where the Mixed Nuts crew had found themselves lost in the magic of the moment.

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The Roller Coaster Ride

Beneath the neon lights, Taylor's pink starry eyes gleamed as she grinned, her braces shining like polished silver. She looked euphoric—as if she were absorbing the carnival's joy and amplifying it tenfold.

"Let's go! Front row!" she cheered, dragging Emi and Cachi along as they lined up for the Skyshredder, a monstrous rollercoaster with towering loops and impossible drops.

Everyone buckled their safety harnesses, their excitement bubbling over as the ride slowly inched forward.

Click. Click. Click.

The anticipation was unbearable. Then—

WHOOSH!

The coaster launched, flinging them forward at a speed that stole the breath from their lungs.

Emi let out a gleeful shriek as the wind rushed through her hair, while Taylor threw her hands up, her pink-star eyes wide with exhilaration. Cachi, gripping his seat, shouted, "WHY DID I SIT IN THE FRONT?!"

The track twisted into a dive, flipping them upside down in a dazzling display of neon lights. For a few glorious seconds, the world spun into a blur of color and weightlessness.

Laughter, screams, and pure adrenaline filled the night sky.

As the ride ended, the trio stumbled off, dizzy but exhilarated.

Taylor was already bouncing with energy. "That was AMAZING!" she said, her entire body buzzing like she'd just downed ten energy drinks.

Cachi groaned, holding onto a railing for stability. "I'm never doing that again."

Emi smirked, nudging him. "Oh come on, you loved it."

Cachi straightened up, brushing himself off. "Obviously."

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Emi vs. Cachi: The Figure Wars

As they walked through the game stalls, Emi stopped at a prize booth, her eyes locking onto a limited edition battle figure of her favorite warrior.

"OH MY GOD. I NEED IT."

A few rounds of skilled (and possibly rigged) gaming later, Emi held her prize triumphantly.

Cachi raised a brow, inspecting the figure. "Not bad. But I got this."

He pulled out his own prize—a battle figure of the same character, but in an exclusive color variant.

Emi's excitement deflated in an instant. "NO WAY. Yours is NOT cooler than mine."

Cachi smirked. "Oh, but it is. And you know it."

Emi’s eye twitched. "Only one way to settle this."

They each grabbed their figures, pressing the battle buttons as they engaged in a full-on voice-acted battle.

Emi, deepening her voice into an aggressive growl:

"BEHOLD! THE POWER OF MY BLAZING GAUNTLETS!"

Cachi, mimicking a cocky, gravelly tone:

"HEH. YOU THINK YOUR FLAMES CAN MATCH THE KING OF SHADOWS?"

The figures clashed, moving with a mix of button input and sheer dramatic energy. People started watching. A small crowd gathered.

Emi and Cachi leaned in, the rivalry taking over their entire beings.

"HAH! MY WARRIOR IS UNMATCHED!" Emi boasted.

"MY WARRIOR IS LITERALLY A GOD!" Cachi countered.

The battle waged on.

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Chief’s Sniper Moment

Meanwhile, Chief had found himself at a shooting game, effortlessly landing every shot like a seasoned marksman.

Then—by complete accident—his final shot went slightly off-course.

Instead of hitting the intended target, the bullet-shaped beam of light clipped something else entirely.

A wig.

A man’s wig.

The wig launched off his head in a dramatic twirl, landing unceremoniously on the game booth's counter.

A moment of stunned silence.

Then—

Chief silent fist-pumped to himself. Nice.

The man, hands flying to his now-exposed head, turned around in horror.

His eyes locked onto Chief.

Chief, cool as ever, maintained a neutral expression and pointed to a random dude in the crowd.

"I saw that guy do it."

The accused, utterly bewildered, immediately went into defense mode. "WHAT?! NO, I DIDN'T—"

Too late. The wigless man had already locked onto him like an anime rival seeking generational vengeance.

As they began arguing, their voices growing heated, Chief casually slipped away.

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Noland & Brook’s Vampire Adventure

In another section of the carnival, Noland walked hand-in-hand with Brook—who, in her 15-year-old form, looked like a beautiful gothic princess.

Her long black hair shimmered under the carnival lights, her glowing blue eyes sharp like a predator’s, her lips painted a deep gray, accentuating her vampire fangs.

To any outsider, they looked like a normal couple on a date.

Brook giggled, glancing up at Noland. "I like carnivals," she said, inhaling the crisp night air. "People should celebrate the night more often."

Noland chuckled. "I agree. The night has a beauty of its own. It shouldn’t be wasted indoors."

Brook suddenly tilted her head, her fangs glinting mischievously. "Can I have some blood?"

Noland raised a brow. "Eat some real food first. Then you can have blood for dessert."

Brook pouted, instantly shifting into her 10-year-old form to make herself look even more pitiful.

"But I want blood first...!"

Noland sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright, fine. A compromise."*

He handed her a bottle of "Watermelon Blood"—a bright red, slightly thick drink inside a clear gothic-style bottle. A small gummy eyeball floated inside, making it look eerily real.

Brook’s eyes turned into hearts.

She clutched the bottle to her chest and eagerly drank it down, making happy little noises before tackling Noland in a hug.

"You're adorable," Noland muttered, patting her head.

Brook smirked up at him. Brook grinned, lips stained red. "I know~"

Noland sighed. "Brat."

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Taylor’s Ride of Euphoria

Back at the rides, Taylor was in full pink-haired, pink-eyed form, her presence alone turning the entire experience into something transcendent.

Every loop, every twist, every high-speed plunge felt euphoric—as if the ride itself was responding to her energy.

Cachi, watching from the ground, whistled. "Damn. Taylor looks like she’s ascended to another plane of existence."

Emi smirked. "She’s glowing like an actual star."

Taylor hopped off the ride, her face beaming with exhilaration.

Taylor’s Ride of Euphoria & The "Foot Deal"

Meanwhile, Taylor was in her pink-haired, pink-starred form, and the carnival rides seemed to be enhanced by her presence.

Every loop. Every high-speed dive. It all felt like pure bliss. The entire world seemed to pulse with happiness around her.

Watching from the sidelines, Cachi nodded. "Damn. Taylor looks like she’s made of pure happiness."

Emi smirked. "She’s literally glowing."

Then—Emi turned to Cachi. "Wanna make a trade?"

Cachi raised a brow. "For what?"

Emi smirked. "Give me the rest of your burger... and I’ll give you some foot stuff."

Cachi choked on his soda. "Excuse me?!"

Emi wiggled her freshly painted blue toenails. "Look, I just repainted them. A little foot massage wouldn't be much effort for me."*

Cachi stared. His burger was damn good.

"...Huh." He thought about it for longer than he probably should have.

Then, smooth as ever, he slid the burger toward Emi.

Emi took it, never breaking eye contact. Fist-bumped him.

Taylor hopped off, floating on euphoria. "That was AMAZING."

She plopped down next to Cachi and Emi, grinning. "What’re you two whispering about?"

Cachi, thinking fast: "Uh, burgers."

Emi, grinning slyly: "And feet."*

Taylor blinked. "...What?"

Cachi, sliding his burger toward Emi in silent trade, played it cool.

Emi fist-bumped him.

Taylor: "Right…"

Taylor, still confused: "Why do I feel like I don’t wanna know?"

Emi wrapped an arm around Taylor, grinning. "Because you don’t. But you’re stuck with us anyway, so enjoy your burger."*

Taylor smirked. "Fine. But Emi’s paying."*

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Chief, Noland & Brook’s "Surveillance Mission"

Meanwhile, Chief had switched into full tactical mode, convinced the carnival could be harboring a hidden cryptid.

Brook—who had shapeshifted into an eagle—was helping by scanning the crowd for the weakest necks and the worst acne cases.

Noland, however, was having a personal crisis over the lack of modesty in women's clothing at the carnival.

"This is unacceptable," he muttered, pulling out a measuring tape. "I will M

AKE them proper dresses myself if I have to."*

And so, the carnival night went on.

A night of laughter. A night of rivalry. A night of chaos.

And most importantly—A night the Mixed Nuts crew would never forget.

Chapter End.