Camilo plummeted down the drain and tried as hard as he could to stay upright. The thing he did not need right now was to land head first at the bottom of the pipe. Wind threatened to push him to from side to side as his antennas waved frantically. Maybe he should have turned into a mini Felix, he'd done that once at Antonios special night. The only problem would be to get smaller than what he'd done then. 

Slowly, as he made his way down further Camilo could feel the pipe getting darker by the second. The air seemed to get more stuffy, a pungent smell drifting around with it. Not too long to the bottom now.

Even in thinking that, it took around another 10 seconds of being suspended in mid air before the bottom really was there. It came before he had time to prepare himself. A cold hard metal, hit his back sending him tumbling in beetle form through the large tunnel. Yay, storm water drains. Getting blocked again.

Camilo turned back into his normal form and had to stoop a bit so his head didn't hit the ceiling. He wrinkled his nose and he gagged at the smell wafting through the enclosed space. Yep, Antonios rats would have been much better for this job. 

Making his way down the tunnel, Camilo tried to look for whatever was blocking the drain. Even Paul could have done this job, after all he was a plumber, wasn't that his job? With a sigh, Camilo continued on and soon found himself looking at a hunk of debris and leaves. It had piled up and been made in to one clumped up thing that looked like a child trying to made a cake out of mud and compost. Well, this was going to be a long day.

As Camilo started to roll all the stuff further down the tunnel, wondering how long it would take to reach the end where it all came out. Generally it didn't take long since Encanto wasn't a particularly large town. He was starting to walk the pile down when he turned and caught a glimpse of something in the metal of side of the tunnel. A flash of gray light, whizzing through the air behind him.

His body kicked in before his mind even had time to process what was happening. He turned around on his heals and saw the flicker of light flying further down the tunnel. Forgetting his job, Camilo ran after it, his sandales thumping on the metal as he tried to catch up.  As he got closer he started to see the shape better though it was still hard, a blur of dark gray colours that lightened up the tunnel, making ominous shadows that were cast against the walls of the tunnel. 

Slowly, he managed to get closer and closer to the light before it stopped, fluttering in air as if waiting for him. Just managing to stop in time, Camilo found himself staring into the face of the creature, a butterfly that glowed in the dark tunnel. Frowning, he held out his hand in front of the butterfly, gazing in awe at the light it produced in probably the darkest place in Encanto. 

"Hey there little buddy, what are you doing here?" He murmured, breaking the silence that had been cast over the tunnel, not broken in years. 

The butterfly slowly twirled in the air then landed swiftly on its hand. 

Camilo frowned, something was different about this than he had expected. The butterfly seemed cold, given of an aurora of jealousy, devastation and anger. He flinched as he felt an overwhelming sense of one clear thing, revenge. The want for death. Whatever this was, this was not your regular butterfly. But it wasn't like the gold ones that had produced the miracle, so what even was this?!

"Camilo! You nearly done?" He heard the far of voice of some of the villagers call. 

Oh no, he'd gotten distracted again he was meant to have finished by now... 

"Yep! I'm just finishing up!" Camilo lied. "I'll be out in one sec-" 

The butterfly twitched and fluttered off his hand, ending what Camilo was saying in a cry of pain. He drew his hand into a fist and held it by his chest, the pain in it was much worse than he had felt in years, nothing like the way Dolores would elbowed him in the ribs. It felt like he'd been stabbed in the hand, the scorching pain throbbing through every nerve he could feel. 

"Camilo! Are you okay down there? Everything okay?"

Camilo gritted his teeth and managed to keep his voice even as he answered. "Yep."

He couldn't handle saying anything else without his voice cracking so he hoped that single word was enough reassuring for the villagers. He didn't want them to know about what had happened down here, he might report to Abuela though. 

Quickly running back to the pile of muck, he realised he should probably finish of his job. Carefully he placed his wounded hand on the pile, only to draw back instantly and draw in a quick breath. Maybe he should use the other hand. When he looked down, he saw a red hand print on the pile where his hand had just been. Gingerly, he turned his hand over and cringed at the sight. Maybe he should go see Julieta today. 

His whole hand was covered in a thick layer of blood, slowly dripping onto the floor and echoing down the long tunnel.