One Hundred Broken Mirrors| Camilo Angst | Encanto

Maybe I am the villain

TW: Mention of blood, blood, swearing, death (once again no one actually dies), fighting

(SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING, IVE BEEN EXTREMELY BUSY-)

The faster he ran away from the broken vision, the more Camilo began to overthink the occurrence. He sped down the cracked sandstone stairs, not caring how dangerous it was.

It couldn't have been real. Could it? It was just a forgotten vision his lost uncle made years and years ago, there's no way it actually could have been true.

These were the words that swirled around in Camilos distracted mind, the words that kept him hopeful, words that told him that everything was fine.

Even though it wasn't.

He eventually got out of Bruno's room, cursing himself for even wanting to open the door in the first place. Camilo sped back into his room and shut the door, locking it quickly soon after.

He slid down the wooden door, trying to calm himself down even if there was no point in trying to do so.

He knew Dolores could potentially hear him so he took a few frantic deep breaths and brushed the remaining grains of sand out of his face. Camilo finally lifted himself off the ground, staggering towards his bed; he had enough drama for one day.

Camilo did however, feel something smooth he had unconsciously obtained while making his escape. He slowly but surely looked down at his right hand, still shaking slightly from the cut he had carelessly made yesterday. He carefully unfurled what had been lying in his hand this whole time, noticing it's pale, green glow.

Sweat dripped from his beet red face, and he dropped the remaining shard of Bruno's broken vision in surprise.

Unfortunately, it failed to shatter into thousands of pieces like he hoped it would, just like a mirror.

I don't even want to think that this is real anymore!

"And that's because.....?" An identical voice said, further audible towards his door.

Camilo turned his head and almost immediately stepped back when he saw the owner of the cold voice.

"What do you want from me Carlos?!" Camilo frantically said, blinking his widened eyes multiple times just in case this was all a joke.

"Come on... wouldn't I get to see my dear brother once again?" Carlos smiled deviously, inching closer towards him.

"Get the fuck away from me- how are you even here?!"

"Didn't you see me earlier yesterday?" Carlos ignored him, increasing his pace. "I mean, you couldn't have forgotten right?"

"I said get away from me-!" Camilo would knock his pained back into a mirror, soon turning away from Carlos to observe the object he'd just unknowingly walked into.

Then noticing it was yet another dreadful reflection, he turned away from the mirror and covered his bruised face, accidentally knocking it over. The deafening sound of the shattering glass was almost too unbearable for him.

"How careless of you." Carlos taunted, now his voice being audible from right behind Camilo. "Why can't you even look at your own reflection anymore?"

"Stop it!" Camilo yelled, trying to push who he assumed was Carlos away from him, stumbling into yet another mirrored reflection of himself, replaying the sound of the glass snapping and dividing.

"You can't even control yourself anymore. If you're this reckless frequently, I don't think you should be playing around with your gift." Carlos kept pushing his anger further. "Oh, that's right! You don't call it a gift do you? No.... you'd prefer the term... curse wouldn't you?"