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The Jashlympics:
different events: Track, Cooking, Dance, Poetry, Intelligence Test, Impressing Darrell, Being Convincing
This AU takes place before Control disappeared.
The Jash Gang™ (Heart, Mind, Soul, Whole, Body, Control) were all invited to a n event specially curated for them. They had no idea who created it, as the invitation was sent to them without a return address. Was it perhaps Chonny himself? Anyway, the invitation said that the Jash Gang™ would meet a terrible fate did they not attend, so they had no choice but to attend.
The Jash Gang™ were walking down the dusty path to the location of the event. There was a track, a table set up with 6 bowls, a stage, and some desks, on the stage sat a small grey chicken. It was Soul's pet chicken, Darrell! Recognizing the chicken, Soul Sprinted to the stage. Everyone else had a hard time keeping up. "{Darrell?!}" Soul said. "{YOU created all this?}" Soul gestured wildly to the whole setup. "Bluck-bluckah." Darrell said in conformation. "{But HOW?! What about the invitations?! You can't even WRITE!!}" Soul flailed his arms wildly. "Bluh-blah-bluckah." Darrell pointed at Mind with one wing. "{Mind?! MIND?! MIND helped you write the invitations? I can't believe you helped him out with this!}" "(I was wondering why the invitation was so pretentiously grammatically correct.)" Heart remarked. Mind just shrugged in response "[I dunno, Soul. That chicken drives a hard bargain.]" Soul looked dumbfounded. What could Darrell POSSIBLY be offering up that was so good it got MIND to help him out?! "{Well what about the sets? How did you build the sets? You don't even have thumbs, Darrell!}" Darrell, once again, pointed at someone. This time, it was Body. "Body? Are you KIDDING ME? What did you put in the WATER, Darrell?!" Body looked away and pretended it wasn't her who helped out Darrell. "{And what happens if we don't participate in your games?}" Soul said, fuming. "Buck-blah-blah." Darrell said, gesturing with one hand...er ..wing. "{You'll lock us all in my room and force us to get along?}" Soul said, putting a hand on his hip. "// That does sound like a pretty terrible fate, Soul. //" Body spoke up. "(Yeah. I'm with Body.)" Heart said, looking at the event list which was taped to the base of the stage. "(I'd rather listen to one of Control's boring monologues than be stuck in a room with that guy for more than five minutes. Plus, this thing's got poetry writing AND interpretive dance! That's right up my alley!)"
And thus, the games began! The first event was Track! Who will be determined the fastest runner? Everybody lined up at the starting line and waited for the gunshots that would signal them to start running, but then Darrell started squawking at Heart. "BLUCK BLUCK-BLUCKAH BLUH!" Darrell squawked at Heart pointing rapidly. "(What's he saying?)" Heart said, turning his head to look at Soul. "{He wants you to take the wings on your shoes off. He thinks you're gonna pull some Hermes bullshit.}" Soul said flatly. "(Ugh, fine! Even though I would never do such a thing!)" Heart walked over to the edge of the track, setting down the wings that were attached to his shoes. Then he walked back to his spot on the starting line. "(NOW can we start?)" Heart said, grumbling and glaring at Darrell. "Bluck Bluck." Darrell clucked, nodding in conformation. "Bluck bluh-bluck, bluh bluck....BLUCK!" Darrell squawked, somehow successfully firing the gun despite his lack of thumbs. Everyone shot off like a rocket. Soul was currently in first, With Heart and Mind close behind. Body was in 4th place, with Control and Whole tied for last. It was clear already: they were not good at running.