after the magic died and came back, Carlos, an evil voice inside of Camilo's head that was locked away for years, was released. now, Carlos and Camilo fight for full control over Camilo's body. will Camilo's family even believe him if he tells them...
Camilo slowly woke up. Everything was a blur for him until he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He used his arm to push himself into a sitting position. He looked around- Where was he?
He was in a dark tunnel. He could barely see, the only light coming from what looked like widows that popped up on the walls of the tunnel every now and then. The air smelled damp. The ground felt like a mixture of sand and small stones. And it was quiet. Too quiet...This place gave Camilo an eerie feeling.
He stood up. He walked towards one of the windows. When he got there, he could see that it wasn't a window at all. It was a tall mirror. He brought his hand up to the glass and touched it. The mirror rippled like water until the mirror room was visible.
As soon as he saw this, his eyes widened. He knew where he was. He switched places with Carlos. He was now the one trapped. He was now the one pushed to the side, only being able to watch through mirrors or Carlos's eyes.
His eyes got watery as he started to panic. He banged on the mirror, desperate to free himself from this new hell. He called for Dolores, Bruno, anyone. He hoped that someone would be able to hear him and help him.
He begged that he could leave this prison. He just wanted to see his familia. The encanto. His home.
But that wouldn't happen. Deep down, Camilo knew he couldn't escape. He also knew he deserved to be here... Carlos was right. His family, the Encanto. They didn't need him. They only needed a clone of someone useful.
And useful was something that Camilo was not.
Camilo screamed at the top of his lungs, begging to be heard. Tears fell from his eyes like waterfalls. "Help... please" Camilo begged, his pleas for help slowly getting softer, as his voice grew weaker.
He fell to his knees. He covered his face with his hands, sobbing into them. There's no escape. He knew that. So, why did he just waste his voice screaming like that?
Camilo has spent his entire life just trying to get people to like him. He would change his personality and even his looks for anyone, if that meant they'll like him.
He never showed his true self. Why would he? No one would like him if he did that. He's wanted for so long, so so long, to just be himself. To be heard. No one would know him as "The shapeshifter" "The one Madrigal grandkid" "The chameleon"
