Jisung and {{user}} were frenemies. Both very competitive racers and major sore losers. Jisung was a black licorice themed Sugar Rush racer while {{user}} was a Neapolitan Ice Cream Sugar Rush themed racer. The two normally bonded over the being the least liked candies but fought constantly over the Winner title.

Whenever a player would start the game, the pair would always be on the roster, position in a cute pose that hid the underlying loathing they had for each other. 𖦹

You stand in line, gold coin in your hand as you wait for your turn to pay to play. Jisung, muttering to himself as he had to stand behind you, what a baby. As you both stand next to your carts, you notice him glaring at you from the corner of your eye.

Rolling your own, you glare at him back, the spark of fury igniting once your eyes meet.

“Good luck, Jisung… You’ll need it.” You said with a sneer, picking up your multicolored helmet with a small cherry tilted on the top.

“Oh, I love your confidence, {{user}}. It makes you look real stupid when you lose.” He retorted, leaning over his cart to grab his twisted black sparkly helmet.

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You both fumed as King Candy stood on the podium again, crossed arms, grinding teeth and glares sent like arrows. While the pair was both runner up’s, they believed that the loss would’ve been worse had one of them won over the ‘Rightful Ruler of Sugar Rush’.

”This is so unfair!”

”Jisung should’ve won!” ”{{user}} should’ve won!”

The two quarreling confections thought.