Free: Let The Colours Fly
"Sí. I did."
"Hola chica, ¿me cuentas cómo estás relacionado?" Filo asked.
"...?"
"He's asking how you and this cutie here are related." Rojo explained.
"Oh. Kagerou and I are siblings. I'm a Chinese while he's Indian."
"¡¿Qué?!"
"How...how is that possible?"
"Well, my family abandoned me when I was a baby. I have no idea who my real parents are. Kaggy's family adopted me and here I am."
"Oye, chica, sé que suena raro, pero ¿no es así ... te importa el color de tu piel?"
"Um...?"
"He's asking...don't your parents judge your skin colour?"
"Um...No??!! Why would they??"
Rojo was taken aback, Filo too. All this while they were judged. Back in Spain, people would laugh and call them 'Charcoal Men'. People would shout at them and say that they are 'dirty'. Rojo's breath quickened while Filo kept rubbing the scars on his right eye.
"How...how can that be...? People back in Spain would just...Judge us...laugh at us just because we're BLACK. And here they just...Accept you...? Even if you're of a different race...? I...I can't..."
"Esto no es posible ... Esto NO PUEDE ser posible ...Yo..."
"Is this even..."
"Posible...?"
"Well...It's not like that now...You're in Malaysia now. People don' judge you of race or skin colour...We're all one big family, Mr. Cherry!"
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"Puji dan syukur pada Ilahi
Anugerahnya tiada terhingga
Kedamaian kemakmuran
Malaysiaku bahagia..."
"Dengan tekad untuk berjaya
Berbakti pada nusa dan bangsa
Kami jun...jun...ARGH!!!"
"Oh querido..." Filo went back to making casadias.
"¿QUIÉN?"
"Oh...lo siento, muchacho. I got scared."
"Hola."
"Oh, you must be Mr. Rojo!"
"Sí. I am Rojo. But you can call me Cherry."
"Well, I am Toriel. Welcome to Malaysia!"
"Gracias. I will do my best."
"You will be a substitute teacher for Combat today at Class D. Undyne is supposed to teach them archery today."
"Alright. Well, adios Toriel."
"Goodbye."
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"Buenos días, class."
"..."
"Uh...Hola? I am talking to you?"
"Uh...Good morning sir!"
"Good morning sir!"
"Buenos días, class. Now sit down."
"Thank you sir."
"Now class, today I will be substituting for señorita Undyne since she isn't here."
"Sir, we're supposed to do archery today."
"Sí, I heard."
Rojo walked across the field, monitoring each student's movement.
"Sueño!" He shouted.
"H-huh?" everyone looked at him.
"Uh...lo siento. I meant Dream."
"Yes?" Dream asked.
"Arm a little higher, muchacho" he said.
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"Sigh..." Rojo plopped down on the chair and lazily fiddled with his form.
"Um...e-excuse me...M-Mr. Rojo?"
"Qué?"
"U-Uh...there is someone outside w-waiting for you..."
"Bien. Get them over."
"¡¡¡ROJO!!!"
"Filo?" Rojo turned around, only to see his younger but taller brother with a boy clinging to his leg.
"Rojo, conoces a una chica con el nombre de Liche
"Sí, ¿por qué?"
"Este niño sigue llorando por ella..." Filo sighed.
"Oh ... oh Dios mío ..." Rojo choked back a laugh seeing the cute little thing.
"¡No es gracioso!" Filo shouted angrily.
"¡¡¡Jajaja!!! ¿Cómo ... cómo no?"
"Uh...solo tráeme a ella..."
"Bien...bien..."
"Hola rojo, ¿no te parece interesante su piel es oscura como la nuestra?"
"¿Eh?" Rojo looked at the kid. His skin WAS dark, just like the two of them.
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"Lyyyyyyynxyyyyyy..."
"Kaggy?"
"Eeeheehee!"
"Who brought you here?"
"Roooojaaaaaaaak..."
"Huh?"
The cute thing pointed to Rojo.
"M-Mr. Cherry?"
"Sí?"
"Sí, I heard."
Rojo walked across the field, monitoring each student's movement.
"Sueño!" He shouted.
"H-huh?" everyone looked at him.
"Uh...lo siento. I meant Dream."
"Yes?" Dream asked.
"Arm a little higher, muchacho" he said.
.................................................................................................
"Sigh..." Rojo plopped down on the chair and lazily fiddled with his form.
"Um...e-excuse me...M-Mr. Rojo?"
"Qué?"
"U-Uh...there is someone outside w-waiting for you..."
"Bien. Get them over."
"¡¡¡ROJO!!!"
"Filo?" Rojo turned around, only to see his younger but taller brother with a boy clinging to his leg.
"Rojo, conoces a una chica con el nombre de Liche
"Sí, ¿por qué?"
"Este niño sigue llorando por ella..." Filo sighed.
"Oh ... oh Dios mío ..." Rojo choked back a laugh seeing the cute little thing.
"¡No es gracioso!" Filo shouted angrily.
"¡¡¡Jajaja!!! ¿Cómo ... cómo no?"
"Uh...solo tráeme a ella..."
"Bien...bien..."
"Hola rojo, ¿no te parece interesante su piel es oscura como la nuestra?"
"¿Eh?" Rojo looked at the kid. His skin WAS dark, just like the two of them.
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"Lyyyyyyynxyyyyyy..."
"Kaggy?"
"Eeeheehee!"
"Who brought you here?"
"Roooojaaaaaaaak..."
"Huh?"
The cute thing pointed to Rojo.
"M-Mr. Cherry?"
"Sí?"
"Sí. I did."
"Hola chica, ¿me cuentas cómo estás relacionado?" Filo asked.
"...?"
"He's asking how you and this cutie here are related." Rojo explained.
"Oh. Kagerou and I are siblings. I'm a Chinese while he's Indian."
"¡¿Qué?!"
"How...how is that possible?"
"Well, my family abandoned me when I was a baby. I have no idea who my real parents are. Kaggy's family adopted me and here I am."
"Oye, chica, sé que suena raro, pero ¿no es así ... te importa el color de tu piel?"
"Um...?"
"He's asking...don't your parents judge your skin colour?"
"Um...No??!! Why would they??"
Rojo was taken aback, Filo too. All this while they were judged. Back in Spain, people would laugh and call them 'Charcoal Men'. People would shout at them and say that they are 'dirty'. Rojo's breath quickened while Filo kept rubbing the scars on his right eye.
"How...how can that be...? People back in Spain would just...Judge us...laugh at us just because we're BLACK. And here they just...Accept you...? Even if you're of a different race...? I...I can't..."
"Esto no es posible ... Esto NO PUEDE ser posible ...Yo..."
"Is this even..."
"Posible...?"
"Well...It's not like that now...You're in Malaysia now. People don' judge you of race or skin colour...We're all one big family, Mr. Cherry!"
.................................................................................................
"Puji dan syukur pada Ilahi
Anugerahnya tiada terhingga
Kedamaian kemakmuran
Malaysiaku bahagia..."
"Dengan tekad untuk berjaya
Berbakti pada nusa dan bangsa
Kami jun...jun...ARGH!!!"
Rojo growled as he fumbled on the word 'junjung' for the fifth time.
"¿Oye hermano?"
"Bien?"
"Bien?"
"¿Aún trabajando en esa canción?"
"Sí. Es tan. Muy. ¡FRUSTRANTE!"
"Oh querido..." Filo went back to making casadias.
"Puji dan syukur pada Ilahi...
Anugerahnya tiada terhingga..."
"Éxito, prosperidad ..."
"Malaysiaku bahagia..."
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"A...D...C...B...F#..."
"MR. CHERRY!"
"¿QUIÉN?"
"It's me, Blue!"
"Oh...lo siento, muchacho. I got scared."
"It's fine Sir!"
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"Puji dan syukur pada Ilahi,
Anugerahnya tiada terhinnga,"
"Kejayaan, kemakmuran,"
"Malaysiaku bahagia!"
Mr. Nightmare took of his crown and rubbed it.
"Just can't believe that..."
"Huh?"
"We...we are just...accepted for who we are...No anger...no judgement...no laughing..." Rojo laughed, crying.
"Huh?"
"We...we are just...accepted for who we are...No anger...no judgement...no laughing..." Rojo laughed, crying.
"It takes time to fit in, but in Malaysia, you can just be yourself."
"Gracias...Gracias..." Rojo started to break down.
"Gracias...Gracias..." Rojo started to break down.
"So...Señor Pesadilla..."
"It's Nightmare, Cher."
"Derecha. Who is Alphys to you anyways?"
"My assistant, why?"
"She's always following you and helping you out. Is that the role of an assistant?"
"Yes! It is."
"She's always following you and helping you out. Is that the role of an assistant?"
"Yes! It is."
"U-um...M-Mr. Nightmare, S-Sir?"
"Oh. Guau."
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"Tanggal 31,
Bulan 8, 57..."
"Merdeka! Merdeka! Kita dah Merdeka!
"¡Seguro que pasará a la historia!"
Rojo laughed as his brother kept singing Spanish. Being theo only multilingual one, he could sing anything.
"Let them colurs fly man!"
"It's colours!"
"It's colours!"
"Bien!"
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