Control (Encanto angst)

he's back.

Italics- talking in head/ thoughts

normal- talking out loud

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With Casita rebuilt and the magic back, everyone in Encanto celebrated. After the party in Casita, all the towns folk went back to their houses while the Madrigals went to their bedrooms. All the bedrooms are basically the same just with a few minor changes. 

It was around 10 PM when the party ended. Camilo went up to his room. He opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind him. In his room is a giant stage with rows of seats. backstage there are two rooms. Well, there were two rooms. There's three now. 

Camilo stood infront of the three door, confused. He read the signs that was hung above the doors. The first sign read 'Bedroom' the second read 'Bathroom' and the last one read 'Mirrors'. he walked up to the new mirrors door. He twisted the door knob and pushed the door open. Inside was large room, there were alot of mirrors arranged in a circle around the middle of the room. Camilo walked inside and headed to the middle of the room. He didn't notice that the door had closed by itself. 

Camilo stood in the middle of the mirrors and looked around. He looked into one of the mirrors, seeing his reflection. The mirror rippled like water and the reflection inside it changed. The reflection still looked like Camilo but had a red ruana instead of a yellow one, the eyes were a brighter green and the hair was covering one of it's eyes. The reflection smirked as Camilo stared at it with wide eyes.

 "C-carlos-" Camilo stuttered. "long time no see, Camilo." Carlos said. His voice sounded like Camilo's only a little deeper and more sinister. "Nno- you died. . . you were gone." Camilo said. "Dead? no, Camilo. I never died." Carlos said. "I've been chained up in that  prison for so long. all I could do was watch, listen and wait. but now. . . I'm free." Carlos said. "no no no no no" Camilo said as he slowly started stepping backwards. "I think it's time I finished what I started. I will succeed this time, you know why? when you were a child, you were so naive and stubborn. you wouldn't believe anything I told you even if it was true. Now that your a teenager, you can see that everything I told you was true. every single word." Carlos said. 

"No- you lied. All you do is lie. I won't listen to you!" Camilo said. "Milo, think about it. No one in this town actually likes you. They only ever need you when you're someone else. As Camilo, you are useless. But when your Jose or Luisa or just anybody else, then people want you. " Carlos said. "That's not true." Camilo said. "Really? When was the last time people needed Camilo and not someone else?" Carlos asked. Camilo stayed silent, his eyes started getting watery. 

-TW: blood-

"You're nothing more than a shadow, a copy, a clone. You're useless! Your family only pretends they love you so they can use you when they ned a copy of anyone. Hell, they'd probably be happier with you dead! Fucking waste of space." Carlos said. "SHUT UP!" Camilo yelled as he punched the mirror. The mirror shattered and pieces fell onto the floor. Camilo looked at his hand and saw that there was cut. He watched as the crimson red blood came out of the cut and dript down his hand then onto the floor. Weirdly, the cut did not hurt. Camilo found it very satisfying seeing the blood leak out of the cut. 

-TW over-

"Well, good thing I had Casita make this room soundproof. Wouldn't' want Dolores coming in here and ruining all of this like last time" Carlos said. Camilo spun around and saw Carlos in the mirror that was behind him. 'Wait, Dolores! She helped me get rid of Carlos last time, she can help me again.' Camilo thought.  Camilo turned towards the door and started walking there. All the mirrors then moved in front of Camilo, blocking the door. "Where do you think you're going?" Carlos asked. 

Carlos sighed. " Camilo, you are not going to Dolores." Carlos said. "And what are you ganna do if I go to her, hmm? Your nothing but a voice in my head! A reflection!" Camilo yelled. Carlos smirked. "maybe I was." Carlos said. Carlos then stepped out of the mirror. Camilo backed up and ended up tripping and falling onto the ground. "You see, when the magic died and came back, I was released from the prison you had locked me up in. Not only that but I become more powerful. Last time I was here I was at 30% power. Now I'm at 70%. Won't be long till I'm at 100, then I'll take over your body and you'll be the one who's locked away." Carlos said, walking closer to Camilo as Camilo shuffled backwards. Camilo shuffled back until he hit the wall.

"Unfortunately, I am only able to take this physical form when I'm inside this room. if I want to go outside, I need to use our body. " Carlos said, crouching down to Camilo. Camilo was scared. Carlos had only ever been a voice but now he is right infront of Camilo. Camilo felt his heart beating faster and faster, it was hard for him to breath and he had tears rolling down his face. "Really, you're crying? How pathetic are you?" Carlos said.  "Until I am able to take full control of you, you must not tell anyone about me. If you do, there will be consequences." Carlos said.

Carlos then stood up and went back into the mirror, however the reflection was not there anymore. The mirrors all moved back to their original spots and the mirror that Camilo had broken, fixed itself. Camilo quickly  stood up and ran out of the room. Once he was out the room, he took deep breaths, tying to calm down. He walked into the bathroom and washed his wounded hand then wrapped it in bandages. He had always kept bandages in his bathroom cupboards for emergences. He wiped his tears and headed to his bedroom. 

He opened the door and was greeted with a normal teen's bedroom. There was a bed in the corner with an orange blanket and pillows on it. There was a desk on the side of the room, it had a small lamp and a few books on it. There was a closet next to the desk, a yellow rug in the middle of the room and a small table next to the bed. He decided that he needed some sleep since it was late and he hadn't had a full nights sleep in weeks. He would deal with Carlos tomorrow. He changed into his PJs and then layed in bed. He stared up at the ceiling. The last thing he thought before falling asleep was

"He's back. . ."

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