Encanto Oneshots

Déjà Vu

TW; Swearing

Camilo remembered. He remembered something he shouldn't. He remembered Mirabel's outstretched hand, the slight brush of her hand against the doorknob, and then nothing. The door wasn't there, the wall wasn't there, the light wasn't there, and all that was left was Mirabel standing alone in a dark abyss.

He didn't know why he wasn't there, he didn't know why Mirabel looked so lonely, he didn't know why she looked so much older, Camilo didn't understand anything.

He walked to breakfast. Something was wrong, and Camilo was determined to fix it (D̶e̶t̶e̶r̶m̶i̶n̶e̶d̶.̶ ̶W̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶ ̶d̶e̶t̶e̶r̶m̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶?̶ ̶W̶a̶i̶t̶,̶ ̶d̶e̶t̶e̶r̶m̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶i̶s̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶.̶ ̶W̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶d̶o̶e̶s̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶i̶s̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶?̶ ̶T̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶d̶e̶t̶e̶r̶m̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶.̶ ̶W̶a̶i̶t̶,̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶d̶e̶t̶e̶r̶m̶i̶n̶e̶d̶?̶ ̶H̶e̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶s̶w̶e̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶.̶ ̶W̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶d̶o̶e̶s̶ ̶d̶e̶t̶e̶r̶m̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶?̶ ̶W̶a̶i̶t̶ ̶d̶e̶t̶e̶r̶m̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶i̶s̶t̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶.̶ ̶W̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶?̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶d̶e̶t̶e̶r̶m̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶D̶o̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶?̶ ̶W̶h̶y̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶n̶g̶?̶ ̶W̶h̶y̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶b̶i̶g̶?̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶b̶i̶g̶g̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶o̶o̶!̶ ̶M̶i̶r̶a̶b̶e̶l̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶s̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶s̶h̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶f̶i̶v̶e̶ ̶a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶W̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶?̶ ̶W̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶d̶o̶e̶s̶ ̶d̶e̶t̶e̶r̶m̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶?̶ ̶I̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶i̶s̶t̶e̶n̶t̶.̶.̶.̶) He couldn't leave Mirabel alone in the dark! (M̶i̶r̶a̶b̶e̶l̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶.̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶,̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶t̶w̶i̶n̶,̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶r̶s̶e̶!̶ ̶M̶i̶r̶a̶b̶e̶l̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶.̶.̶.̶) Camilo was scared of the dark. Mirabel was scared of the dark. If Mira is in the dark, then so is Camilo(C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶.̶ ̶N̶o̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶s̶a̶d̶,̶ ̶n̶o̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶m̶i̶l̶e̶ ̶d̶r̶o̶p̶.̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶,̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶a̶ ̶m̶o̶n̶s̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶c̶a̶m̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶?̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶,̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶p̶e̶a̶c̶e̶f̶u̶l̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶,̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶e̶d̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶s̶c̶a̶r̶y̶!̶), because they're twins, of course!

Tia Julieta's food tasted amazing, like always(C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶m̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶n̶e̶e̶d̶e̶d̶ ̶e̶n̶e̶r̶g̶y̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶m̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶b̶a̶c̶k̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶b̶o̶n̶e̶s̶,̶ ̶s̶h̶i̶f̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶e̶x̶h̶a̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶g̶.̶ ̶W̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶d̶o̶e̶s̶ ̶e̶x̶h̶a̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶?̶ ̶T̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶d̶u̶m̶b̶,̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶i̶r̶e̶d̶!̶ ̶W̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶ ̶t̶i̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶?̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶t̶i̶r̶e̶d̶,̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶m̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶y̶ ̶p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶y̶ ̶p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶a̶f̶f̶o̶r̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶e̶x̶h̶a̶u̶s̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶s̶h̶i̶f̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶p̶l̶a̶y̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶M̶i̶r̶a̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶s̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶m̶e̶l̶l̶i̶z̶a̶,̶ ̶o̶b̶v̶i̶o̶u̶s̶l̶y̶!̶ ̶I̶f̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶p̶l̶a̶y̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶M̶i̶r̶a̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶l̶o̶n̶e̶l̶y̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶a̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶p̶r̶e̶t̶e̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶y̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶w̶n̶s̶p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶?̶ ̶H̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶a̶b̶y̶s̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶k̶i̶d̶s̶,̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶u̶p̶p̶o̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶a̶b̶y̶s̶i̶t̶ ̶a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶?̶ ̶W̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶d̶o̶e̶s̶ ̶e̶x̶h̶a̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶?̶) Camilo sat next to Mira, he couldn't leave her alone, because then they'd be in the dark(C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶,̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶,̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶,̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶,̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶s̶t̶o̶p̶ ̶p̶r̶e̶t̶e̶n̶d̶i̶n̶g̶,̶ ̶T̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶s̶c̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶i̶t̶) and Mira would be lonely. He grabbed her arm after eating, and Papa tried to catch him but Camilo shifted(C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶,̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶e̶d̶ ̶a̶n̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶J̶o̶s̶e̶,̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶p̶l̶a̶y̶ ̶h̶i̶d̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶k̶?̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶,̶ ̶C̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶b̶a̶b̶y̶s̶i̶t̶ ̶A̶n̶g̶i̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶m̶e̶?̶ ̶I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶r̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶f̶i̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶,̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶k̶e̶r̶.̶ ̶R̶i̶c̶a̶r̶d̶o̶?̶ ̶O̶h̶,̶ ̶s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶,̶ ̶i̶ ̶t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶S̶e̶n̶o̶r̶ ̶R̶i̶c̶a̶r̶d̶o̶.̶ ̶N̶O̶ ̶C̶H̶E̶A̶T̶I̶N̶G̶ ̶C̶A̶M̶I̶L̶O̶!̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶,̶ ̶s̶t̶o̶p̶ ̶s̶l̶a̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶f̶f̶,̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶h̶i̶l̶d̶r̶e̶n̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶g̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶r̶o̶u̶b̶l̶e̶!̶ ̶O̶k̶a̶y̶,̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶2̶0̶!̶) into Senor Flores and ran away, pulling Mirabel away with him.

"Mira, can we play hide and seek?"(G̶o̶ ̶a̶w̶a̶y̶,̶ ̶C̶a̶m̶i̶l̶o̶!̶ ̶N̶o̶ ̶f̶a̶i̶r̶,̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶w̶i̶n̶!̶ ̶I̶ ̶s̶a̶i̶d̶ ̶g̶o̶ ̶A̶W̶A̶Y̶!̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶g̶i̶f̶t̶ ̶y̶e̶t̶,̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶s̶t̶o̶p̶ ̶c̶h̶e̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶!̶)

Camilo and Mirabel played for the rest of the morning before Abuela ushered them in to get them ready for the gift ceremony.

As soon as Mirabel touched the door, Camilo remembered. He remembered everything.

Shit.