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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐃𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦.

𝐓𝐖!!! 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧…

Carlos was never really able to abandon Cruella. He carries her colours in his clothes, her marks. He doesn't understand why. Carlos doesn’t understand why every time Evie sews him a new jacket, he feels compelled to paint those damned Dalmatian spots against the white leather.

Nor does he understand why he must obsessively keep the same colour palette when dressing. He just knows he has to. It's familiar. Feels like home.

Carlos is still wary of dogs; Dude is the only exception.

One time, in winter, while strolling around Auradon, he saw a girl walking a beautiful golden retriever. He doesn’t know where the thought came from, but he did think, “That fur would make a very nice and warm shawl.” He immediately lowered his head and walked back to his dorm quietly.

The thoughts are always there, though. Sometimes he feels like he is in his fur closet, trapped, and hurting from a beating his mother gave him.

Sometimes he feels like he is in the streets again, jumping on rooftops and stepping on clean laundry with his muddy boots.

Sometimes he craves it. He doesn't want to go back, obviously, but he misses the routine, the familiarity of it all. He will deny it until he dies, but he misses home just like Mal does.

He still has the Isle in his mind, constantly. He thinks about the fun he used to have there. Carlos remembers stealing candies, apples, scarves... He remembers the thrill he felt. Life is not like this anymore. Life is different in Auradon.

At moments, he is disgusted. The colourful clothes, the bright blue sky... He goes out, anyway, and puts on the best smile he has.

On one particular family day, Carlos could barely believe his eyes. Across the field, the stupid Dalmatians were licking some food off a plate that was offered to them by none other than Anita Radcliffe, the mutt keeper. Carlos sank his nails into his sweaty palms. The voices were stronger than ever: "Skin it!" "Make a coat!" "Spots! Spots! Oh, such beautiful spots!"

Carlos couldn't trust himself to come near the dogs that evening.

When his eyes crossed with Anita and Roger, they were afraid. Of what? Him? He chuckled to himself; it did feel kinda nice... but Carlos does not allow himself to savour fear anymore, not like he used to.

Chad Charming made a fuss with Ben when they were training one day. One of their teammates fell and got badly hurt. Chad swears that he saw Carlos laughing under his helmet. Ben shrugged it off, saying, "Carlos is a good kid; he would never." Charming was not convinced.

What can he say? He's just an Isle kid, anyway. And he chose good! It's not like Carlos has ONE evil bone in his body... right?

𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘋𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘭, 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘋𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭…