An orange flag flies proudly up on its pole.
An orange bus lets a group of students, all in their orange uniforms, out onto the orange sidewalk. They’re being led by their chaperone, a man wearing a black shirt and orange tie.
“ Kids, let’s not take too long...”
“ Hey old man, why are this year and last year’s field trips to the same place? “
An unkind child, around half a door in height asks a ridiculous question.
“ Well, we’ve changed every exhibit since then, so it’s practically a whole new museum! “
The child scoffs as he leads them into the building. Past orange doors is an orange hallway hosting orange banners. The orange walls are with orange paintings.
“ This section is on Lemaro Karane! The Karane are required to— "
The children stop listening, and have dispersed around the room. They’re very poorly behaved, and are threatening to damage many of the pieces. There’s a slight hissing sound coming from one of the walls.
One of them runs straight into the wall, almost knocking down a few of the paintings.
“ The sculptures! Yes, let’s go to the sculptures instead! “
The children funnel out of the room, and into an orange hallway featuring many orange sculptures.
“ Now this exhibit features the works of the Dars and Harper families. This one— ” He gestures to a wooden sculpture of a woman without skin “ This one represents how merging with Verona affected Su— “
They have already turned away from him and start to run around and almost knock over several of the sculptures.
“ Oh goodness, kids, we’re going to the next one! “
The children sigh. They feel like they've already seen all of these things despite them being brand new.
They’re led through several more orange rooms featuring assorted types of orange artwork. Each time, almost destroying some of it. These children should not be allowed in a museum.
Finally, they enter into a white room, nearly stuffed to the brim with glass casings.
“ And last but not least, the section on stained glass mosaics! “
A group of children wearing orange uniforms follow their tour guide.
“ Many of these mosaics were donated to us by the Columbian [1] Orange themselves! Observe the masterful craftsmanship ability the organisation has! ”
One of the children is concerned about the legitimacy of these art installations.
“ This one’s just a single piece of glass, and why is it over dirt? Ew! “
The tour guide physically recoils at such offensive words.
“ Well, this piece, ‘Sherman Chex’, was the final piece the Columbian Orange ever donated to this museum! It’s truly their ultimate expression of their artistic prowess and—” He continues talking, but the child has stopped listening.
“ It’s bad and I hate it! “
The child kicks the glass panel in front of the installation. The impact knocks the piece of glass down into the dirt.
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The guide quickly grabs the child and pulls them away from the installation.
“ Oh my god! This is bad! I’ll have to call the curator! ”
The children pretend to gasp and he quickly leads them out of the room.
Time passes.
The piece is still in the dirt.
A man in a simple black suit and pants, along with a matching black tie stares at the ruined installation. He scoffs.
“ That Orange grunt must've been delusional. Told me if the glass touched the dirt something terrible would happen. Hmmph! “
An orange hand featuring an orange eye reaches out of the dirt. The palm's eye stares at the glass as the fingers grab it. The eye closes as the hand turns pale.
" Just what on earth did the Orange give us?! “
The curator stares as the hand pulls itself out of the dirt, revealing a Columbian male with short orange hair. There’s a small red line in the left side of his hair, which seems to not move no matter how much he messes with his hair to get the dirt out. The curator is in shock.
“ Hello? ”
The curator waves cautiously.
“ Can you explain what you’re doing inside the art piece!? ”
. . .
“ Sir, are you there? “
The man stares to the side, as if he’s trying to look at something.
“Sir...“
“ HMMM? ”
“Could you please tell me what that sign says, the one next to the glass?”
“ It says ‘Sherman Chex’! What on earth are you doing inside of it?! I’ll have you know it’s the most valuable piece in our collection! “
“It’s a very interesting name.”
The curator scoffs, a bit shocked that he's interested in the work. “ Well of course, it was made by the Columbian Orange after all, nobody else could possibly come up with it! “
The man places his hand on the glass, then simply walks through it. The glass shatters all over the floor.
“ No! That glass was the finest quality! That’ll be horribly expensive to fix! “
The man then proceeds to absentmindedly step directly onto the shards of glass.
He does not feel it.
“ Sir, oh no, now you’re stepping on the glass! Are you okay?! ”
There is no blood on the floor, in fact, there was no blood on his hands from breaking the glass either.
“You said something about an Orange, right? Please call them for me.“
“ Oh right! Don't go anywhere, I'll have them here right away, and I'll have them send you the bill! “
He walks out of the room into an orange hallway.
He walks out of that orange hallway into an orange room. He hears a faint sound.
“ What’s that hissing sound? Is there a leak somewhere? “
He picks the orange telephone off the wall, and dials the Orange.
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“ Hello, this is the museum. “
“ Oh, you'll get Dars on the phone? Okay, I'll wait. “
He stands there, waiting for about 20 seconds.
“ Why, hello Alexander, haven't spoken with you in a while. “
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“ Well, one of the art pieces, ‘Sherman Chex’, it was. “
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“ Yes, apparently one of the children knocked it over. “
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“ Oh, a hand grew out of the dirt and grabbed it. “
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“ Yes, it was orange. “
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“ Yes it had an eye.“
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“ No, his hair’s orange. “
He realizes he's missing his brain, and falls over.
..?
..!
[1] - It’s Columbia with a U, as in Columbus. Very important that you don’t get it confused with real life country Colombia.
