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Hello everyone, big news! After much deliberation me and my dear partner have decided that the current timeline is simply too bloated. There is too much fat so we have decided to streamline it a bit by trimming said fat. That way we get to the main story a lot quicker. Please note that as a result of these changes, certain posts related to the previous Unforeseen will be labeled as outdated!

Unforeseen Timeline (Revised)

Once Upon A Time In The Wild West

1856 (Birth)

Pedro Madrigal and Alma cross paths in the American West. Pedro, a bottom-feeding bandit, and Alma, a painted lady (prostitute), are both Colombian immigrants who have found themselves in difficult positions. They marry and have three children: Julieta, Pepa, and Bruno.

Soon after their children are born, Pedro goes on a heist with his gang—which he betrays—stealing the loot to give his new family a better life. In the hopes of evading reprisal, the Madrigals move towards Mexico. They join a group of travelers who are also attempting to cross the border. However, as they cross the Rio Grande River, Pedro's former gang members follow and attack them. Pedro makes the ultimate sacrifice to give the party ample time to depart. His death and Alma's anguish imbue the Miracle Candle with magic, repelling the intruders before building Encanto, a mystical haven reminiscent of their home country of Colombia bordered by high mountains.

Alma is left with a strong urge to safeguard their magic above everything else in the aftermath of Pedro's death.

1861 (Age 5)

Julieta, Pepa, and Bruno are given wonderful gifts from the Miracle Candle when they reach the age of five. Bruno's gift of foresight is revealed when he has a vision of an evil figure appearing in their home years in the future.

Alma instills in her children the importance of using their Gifts for the community. But, while Julieta and Pepa are adored and appreciated, Bruno is gradually vilified and scapegoated.

Small families have found their way to Encanto throughout time. It's an occurrence that no one can explain. They claim to have been guided there by golden butterflies. The residents of Encanto, on the other hand, come to accept these newcomers because they, too, are looking for a safe haven to live away from the cruelty and anarchy of the Wild West. Alma feels the magic is responsible, and while they may not understand it, they should have faith in it.

Beginning (and End) of El Ojos Diablos

1871-1877 (Age 15-21)

By the age of 15, the triplets' responsibilities considerably increase. The locals continue to dread and detest Bruno for his Gift, blaming their misfortunes on him rather than doing anything to change or prepare for it. He also struggles to live up to Alma's expectations of him. Expectations based on his mother's idealized recollection of Pedro. She hasn't told her children about the more shameful details of their lives before Encanto.

In an attempt to assist her son, Alma requests that he perform a vision for their Familia. This attempt fails when all it reveals is a future of destruction for Encanto, with an unknown spectacled girl standing in front of a broken Casita.

Alma's relationship with Bruno suffers as a result of the vision experience. He seeks sanctuary within the walls of Casita, where he creates his own private haven. There he finds camaraderie with the rats through their mutual ostracization by everyone else in Encanto.

Julieta discovers and discloses Bruno's secret hiding location to her mother out of worry for his well-being. This escalated to an argument in which Alma physically strikes Bruno before demanding that the hideaway be sealed. Bruno yells angrily at his sisters to leave, then trashes the place in a fit of rage.

Later, a minor tremor occurs, opening a small path through the mountains. Bruno, distraught and emotional, claws his way through the tunnel, the entrance falling behind him. Alma, Julieta, and Pepa soon learn Bruno has gone missing.

Bruno struggles to survive in the Wild West. His Gift of Foresight turns out to be an essential survival tool in this hostile and lawless world. After a period of barely scraping by, a dejected and disheveled Bruno wanders into the declining town of Nuevo Fortuna where he enters a saloon owned by former mercenary and killer Clarence LeRoy. Old LeRoy takes the young Madrigal boy in.

After a few weeks of working in the saloon, Bruno gets into a fight with two cowboys, Mad Mucci and Crazy Campbell. Mucci, who is inebriated, accuses Bruno of stealing and physically beats him, with Campbell assisting in the assault. During the altercation, Bruno inadvertently stabs Campbell in the gut, fatally wounding the cowboy, who dies a slow, agonizing death asking for his mama. The young man is obviously upset by this situation. Mucci swears vengeance before Clarence dispatches him.

Mucci returns with four other cowboys on a dark and stormy night. Clarence fights them off as best he can, but the assailants do manage to set the saloon on fire with molotov cocktails. A wounded Mucci flees to the town outhouse, where he is discovered by Bruno, who shoots him three times with the cowboys own firearm. Bruno, feeling horrible and unwilling to burden Clarence any further, departs of his own accord, taking a horse from the town stables and riding off into the desert.

Clarence and Bruno are reunited two years later, in 1873, in the mining boomtown of Silver Lining, Arizona. Bruno currently lives among immigrants, led by Herr Rissmann and Madame Brancusi, camped just outside of town, the majority of whom work as cheap labor for the Silver Lining Mining Company. Given his reputation, Clarence is hired as a security guard at a local gambling institution, where he keeps the rowdiest clientele in line. Everything goes smoothly... For a while.

A group of riders raids the camp, resulting in multiple deaths. Clarence encourages Bruno to help identify the murderers so that Carey Jr., the local lawman, may deal with them lawfully. However, Carey Jr. recognizes the gang's commander as notorious gunfighter Bullseye Biehn, who is accompanied by Lapdog Lang, Cutthroat Church, Pistol Philbin, and Badmouth Burke. Carey Jr. is intimidated and refuses to arrest them. Bruno is provoked by Biehn's taunting and shoots him with the late Mucci's revolver, which he had retained since departing Nuevo Fortuna. His actions trigger a brief but intense gunfight in which Church, Philbin, and Burke are killed, with Lang fleeing and Clarence injured. Herr Rissmann ends up dead after getting caught in the crossfire.

People in town seem to want to hang Bruno. In their eyes, a goddamn Mexican runt committed cold-blooded murder. Carey Jr. attempts to arrest Bruno, but the teen is emboldened by his deeds and holds the sheriff at gunpoint. He rips off the sheriff's badge in contempt at his cowardice before fleeing with Clarence, the mob too afraid to intervene. Clarence reprimands the lad for his actions once they get outside of town. Bruno gets enraged by the old man’s scolding, wondering why everyone else does what he just did, but when he does the same thing, it's bad.

An incensed Bruno rejoins his camp, who are not delighted to see him. They explain that, as a result of his activities in Cosmatos, they must all relocate or suffer retaliation. As a result, he is exiled from the group. This causes him to have a vision in which he sees the camp being assaulted by bandits as they migrate. Rather than trying to warn them, Bruno abandons them to their fate, viewing them as no better than the people back in Encanto.

Following the Silver Lining Shootout, rumors circulate about a gunfighter with the devil's eyes and disposition. A killer who will out-draw and shoot anyone foolish enough to provoke him. No one knows his name or where he came from. Witness evidence was unreliable, and descriptions of this outlaw proved to be exaggerated. The only constants were that he was Mexican, wore an unusual green poncho, and had eyes that shone an unholy green. Such tall tales earned him the name El Ojos Diablos (Butchered Spanish for The Devil's Eyes).

Pieces of information about El Ojos Diablos’ deeds are carried on unnatural winds to Encanto. Alma, Julieta, and Pepa are shaken by the outlaws' fanciful but sparse accounts because they sound suspiciously similar to someone they know all too well.

In 1875, cattleman McGraw employed Clarence as a cowhand to join him, his wife Audrey, and their daughter, May on a cross-country cattle drive from Tennessee to Wyoming Territory. Cattle rustlers ambush the group halfway through their journey. McGraw is killed, while Old LeRoy is wounded. Bruno is revealed to be one of the rustlers. Upon seeing Clarence’s injured state, Bruno turns on his gang and executes them all with cold frightening ease before personally slaying the head rustler.

Bruno resolves to assist Clarence, Audrey, and May in completing their journey. His seemingly innate capacity to predict danger makes him crucial to their survival. Everyone is oblivious of his Gift and the suffering it brings him. He copes with his pain by occasionally sipping booze. Bruno also shows off his revolver, Memento, which is Mucci's revolver that has been customized to the boy's specifications.

When they arrive at their location in Bullhead, Wyoming, Bruno invites Clarence to the saloon for drinks. When Old LeRoy insists on the Madrigal lad returning home, what appears to be a typical night of companionship between them devolves into an argument. Bruno bitterly refuses and attempts to retire for the evening. Unfortunately, May, who holds Bruno responsible for her father's murder, dares him to a duel, which he accepts once she provokes him. Knowing May will not win, Clarence knocks Bruno out with a bottle of whiskey before handing him over to the law. This "betrayal" stings Bruno. Bruno escapes custody one night, killing two deputies on his way out. Clarence aims to shoot the youngster with his rifle as he rides away, but realizes he lacks the nerve to do so.

In 1877, Clarence settled down as a rancher in New Mexico Territory. Sutherland, Phillips, Sheen, Mulroney, and Siemaszko, his hired workers, look up to him as a mentor figure.

Felix Freeman, a former Caribbean Island plantation slave, is apprehended while attempting to steal from the LeRoy Ranch. Felix's disheveled, downtrodden state is reminiscent of Bruno. Clarence chooses to take Felix in, intending to place him on a better path. Felix's sharp eye and attention have earned him the nickname Halcon Eye.

Rosemary, Clarence’s estranged sister, brings her son Emilio Agustin Estevez Jr. to work for him in an attempt to straighten him out. Emilio Senior, the boy's father, was a jerk who left a long time ago. Clarence finds Agustin's behavior reminiscent of Bruno. He agrees to help the boy so he does not go down the same terrible road.

Agustin is initially at odds with the other hired hands due to his near-sightedness and refusal to wear spectacles, causing him to screw up on more than one occasion. He earns himself the unflattering nickname Squinty.

Over the past two years, El Ojos Diablos' exploits have become more erratic and violent. He’s developed a bad habit of escalating situations out of sheer intemperance. As a result, every gang he rode with never lasted very long, not that he cared. Said gangs were unaware that El Ojos Diablos rode amongst them until shit went south on account of his explosive temper. From then on, even other outlaws grew weary of his name.

El Ojos Diablos suffered from frequent mood swings and terrible visions, which did little to improve his already sour demeanor. Alcohol relieved his agony, while bullets put an end to any grievances he had—as bitter and selfish as he was. Bullets delivered tthrough his two trusty shooting irons, Memento and Mori. This devil's actions gained a $5,000 bounty on his head, attracting a wide range of people eager to make their fortune. Those poor fools never found any fortune. They only found a bullet between their eyes.

El Ojos Diablos' terrible tales spread far and wide. Tales that eventually reached Encanto. This was too much for the Madrigals. So much so that Alma forbids any mention of her son’s existence. Alma, Julieta, and Pepa all deal with their sadness privately in different ways.

The LeRoy Ranch Boys eventually bond over their mutual interest in Wild West Dime Novels. When a terrible drought strikes Old LeRoy's ranch, the boys advise going after El Ojos Diablos, who is said to be lurking around Texas. Clarence quickly refuses such an undertaking upon seeing El Ojos Diablos’ poster illustration, albeit he does not explain why.

The boys decide to pursue El Ojos Diablos on their own. They buy a bunch of guns (on Clarence's tab) before riding off to Texas. On the way, they choose to call themselves the Young Guns. They arrive at the town of Rest’N’Peace and spend the night drinking, boasting, and celebrating their future prosperity. An inebriated El Ojos Diablos turns up and slaughters the novice Young Guns, killing Sutherland, Phillips, Sheen, Mulroney, and Siemaszko with eyes flashing a horrible green. Only Agustin and Felix remain, with the latter fleeing in terror while the former is left injured and at the mercy of the killer.

Clarence arrives right before El Ojos Diablos is about to execute Agustin. Their conversation reveals that El Ojos Diablos is actually Bruno: Alcohol, stress, and a lack of personal care have turned him into a bitter, resentful ghoul. Old LeRoy sees his boys dead and what the young Madrigal kid has become. Both draw on the other, with El Ojos Diablos emerging victorious. Bruno, visibly distraught by what he has done, retreats into the night, leaving Agustin with Clarence, who gives some final words of wisdom as he dies.

Felix conceals himself in a dark alleyway. He sees Bruno escaping and moves to shoot him with his Spencer 1860 Rifle. However, Freeman's nerve weakens, allowing Bruno to flee.

Agustin and Felix lay to rest their mentor and companions in the Rest'N'Peace Cemetery. Rosemary, bereaved, disowns Agustin. Egger, the village undertaker, sympathizes with the kids and advises them to make a fresh start south of the Rio Grande. Both Estevez and Freeman choose to heed the undertaker's advice.

El Ojos Diablos vents his grief over Clarence's death elsewhere. He's hiding away among rats and empty booze bottles in a run-down homestead. The weight of everything he has done buries him under immense guilt.

Agustin and Felix reach the Rio Grande. From there they are led into Encanto by a golden butterfly. Both are taken aback by everything around them. So amazed, in fact, that Agustin becomes sidetracked and has an accident, injuring his leg. Julieta heals him, displaying their magic. She and Pepa offer to assist them in becoming acquainted with the town, which he accepts. Alma eventually meets and talks with the two about their circumstances, considering the fact they both arrived alone. Agustin gives Alma the bare bones of what happened before their arrival. Hearing that they both lost their companions as a result of an unlawful slaughter is enough for the Madrigal Matriarch. She welcomes them as new members of the community.

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

1877-1888 (Age 21-32)

Agustin makes frequent visits to Julieta since his accident-prone activities get him hurt all the time. This helps them get more intimate. Agustin discusses the incident at Rest’N’Peace, but he is too ashamed and guilty to continue.

Felix and Pepa become infatuated at the same time. He understands her emotional struggles and how they affect her Gift. They develop a mutual affection for one other.

Alma receives no additional word about El Ojos Diablos. She now knows nothing about her son other than the romanticized fabrications his deeds inspired.

Both couples got married in 1885. Felix and Pepa’s wedding day proved to be unforgettable when a man in a flying contraption crashes into the town church. Agustin and Julieta's daughter Isabela is born the same year, while Felix and Pepa's firstborn daughter Dolores arrives a few months later.

Agustin and Julieta’s second daughter Luisa was born in 1887.

Do Something Right

1889-1891 (Age 33-35)

La Famiglia Morricone secured a bank loan to purchase land in the autumn of 1889. They plan to establish a horse stable near the town of Second Chance, Oklahoma Territory. When they arrive at their lot, they discover a dilapidated shack inhabited by a single squatter… A now 33-year-old Bruno.

Bruno is a recluse who lives by himself. He lives off the land and avoids people. Solitude has partially improved his disposition, but he is a considerably more weary and somber man, tormented by his past mistakes.

The squatter agrees to leave for the benefit of the Morricones. He doesn't want to burden or trouble anyone else. Signore and Signora Morricone's daughter, Maria Morricone, understands Bruno's circumstance. She offers him the opportunity to reside on their property in exchange for working as a hired hand. Bruno hesitantly accepted this offer. Alonzo Morricone, Maria's brother, is suspicious of Bruno.

By December 1889, the Morricone Stables were operational. However, winter arrives early when a terrible blizzard sweeps through the territory, causing great hardship for the town of Second Chance and everything that surrounds it. Signore Morricone contracts tuberculosis and dies from overexertion. Signora Morricone dies soon after of heartbreak. Maria and Alonzo are left to pay off their remaining debts or lose their home.

Bruno develops a fever. Whilst being brought over to the main house, Bruno has a vision of Maria's future in which she has a child. This astounds the Morricone Siblings. Bruno ends up being confined to the main house due to his failing health and the harsh winter conditions.

The former outlaw opens up to Maria while in her care. He finds her easy to talk to, and she listens in genuine silence, offering her own words of empathy. Her compassion and understanding soothe the lonely, bitter boy buried deep within.

Bruno recovers and helps the Morricone Siblings pay back their debt. A mutual attraction develops between Bruno and Maria. The two do eventually marry with Bruno choosing to take on Maria's maiden name.

That same year, Isabela and Dolores both receive their own wonderful Gifts. Isabela is endowed with the ability to conjure and control plants, while Dolores gains super-hearing. Alma is especially proud of Isabela's Gift, but she is concerned when Dolores' Gift becomes too much for her. Her reaction reminds her of He Who Must Not Be Mentioned. Alma, concerned about what her granddaughters might become, shows them both a book with articles and scraplets describing Bruno's numerous crimes. This serves as a warning to both granddaughters to always be grateful for their Gifts and to never be hesitant to serve the community, lest they end up like their cold-blooded uncle.

Bruno Morricone became well-regarded by the town of Second Chance. Everyone recognises him for his abilities and patience with animals. Because of their love and concern for Maria, he and Alonzo have created a strong brotherly bond.

Maria develops morning sickness. A trip to the town doctor reveals that she is pregnant. When Maria breaks the news to Bruno, he panics and has a vision. He envisions their child, revealed to be a girl, killing someone with a double-barreled shotgun. Maria quickly reassures her husband, telling him that instead of fearing the worst, they should focus on raising their daughter to be a decent person. This calms Bruno down a little, but he's still nervous.

On her fifth birthday, Luisa Madrigal receives her gift of super-strength. Alma shows her the book of El Ojos Diablos. Has about the same effect it had on Isabela and Dolores.

Richie Spait, a wounded and on-the-run bandit, bursts into the Morricone home one night and takes a visibly pregnant Maria hostage. He demands everything valuable in their home, as well as a horse. Richie has no idea whose house he broke into. The house rats divert his attention long enough for Maria to flee and Bruno to strike. Spait tries to flee, but Bruno shoots him with a shotgun. The outraged husband and soon-to-be father strangles Richie to death before flinging his body to Alonzo’s hogs. The experience disturbs him because of how swiftly he reverted to his old ways. Alonzo consoles him with the fact he had acted in defense of those he loved. Something anyone else in the same position would do.

Mirabel Morricone was born in the month of March, 1891. Camilo Madrigal, Felix and Pepa's second child, is born around the same time.

A sinister force stirs within Bruno's sealed tower.

1896 (Age 40)

Bruno has kept his distance from Mirabel for the previous five years due to his anxieties about the prophecy he had regarding her. He believes that being around her will bring about the future he predicted. Mirabel spends most of her time with her mother, but she longs for her father's attention as well.

Mirabel is nicknamed Mira-Boo by Alonzo. She responds by referring to him as Bud Bear, a nickname bestowed upon him by a Native American Shaman and which Maria teased him about in their youth, much to his dismay.

In the days leading up to Mirabel's fifth birthday, Bruno worries about whether or not his child will receive a Gift like he did.

Mirabel witnesses her Papa having an uncontrollable vision. She inquires if he is a witch. Bruno reluctantly informs her about his Gift. Naturally, the little girl becomes very excited. Her father does not share this sentiment.

Mirabel receives no Gift on her fifth birthday. Her door, unbeknownst to the Morricones, appears within Casita. The Madrigals are reasonably perplexed by this, considering the door shows a spectacled girl and the doorknob has a 'M' on it. Eventually, the door vanishes without a trace. Nonetheless, the Madrigals are left wondering who that child was.

Mirabel spends the next few days looking for her "Gift." She tries to fly off the roof. Bruno saves and then shouts at her, telling Mirabel she'd be better off without one. Maria consoles her daughter before gently discussing the matter with Bruno. Mrs. Morricone suggests that Mirabel may have desired a Gift in order to be closer to her Papa. A Papa who has been largely absent from his daughter's life.

Bruno gives his daughter her own horse in order to make amends with Mirabel and find a way for them to spend time together. Specifically, Maria’s mare Marmalade's newborn foal who was conceived after an unfortunate overnight incident involving a customer's stud whilst Marmalade had been in heat. Mirabel names the foal Pedro. Bruno and Mirabel raise Pedro together, with the Morricone Daughter displaying her talent for animals.

Camilo receives the ability to shape-shift on his fifth birthday. Alma shows him the El Ojos Diablos book. However, due to the numerous exaggerations of Bruno's exploits as an outlaw, young Camilo is left with the sense that his Tio was an anti-heroic gunfighter.

1899 (Age 43)

Maria becomes bedridden after contracting pneumonia. Bruno considers taking her to Encanto or traveling there himself to have Julieta heal her. The local doctor, on the other hand, makes it obvious that she is in no condition to be relocated and does not have much time. Bruno Morricone can't bear the prospect of leaving just to find his sweetheart dead when he returns. Maria requests that he spend the remaining time with her, Mirabel, and Alonzo as a full family.

Maria dies shortly after Mirabel's eighth birthday. Bruno leaves Mirabel with Alonzo while he buries her privately. Despite his wishes to be alone, Mirabel joins him, resulting in both father and daughter supporting each other in their grief over Maria's death.

Following Maria's death, Bruno has a serious discussion with his daughter. He informs Mirabel that everything Maria left is hers to inherit. It is merely his duty as her father to manage the place until she is ready.

1901 (Age 45)

Pepa gives birth to her and Felix’s third child, Antonio.

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🔫 This poster details the very first crime that branded El Ojos Diablos 🔫

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Someone was sure lucky and brave enough to sketch up a photograph of the younger Bruno 😈

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New Fortune My Ass! Part 3

Mucci returned in the late morning to retrieve Campbell's body. He wasn't alone this time: Four others rode into town with him. They all gave Clarence a filthy look as they passed. Some spat at his feet with a warning, but they only took their departed comrade up to the church cemetery—not to cause a fuss... Yet anyway.

The priest and undertaker were waiting for them with a calm disposition as if nothing were to go awry.

Clarence had watched the entire ceremony from his saloon's second-floor balcony. The burial was brief, as the kid had little history to go on about his life. After the priest delivered the final rites, Mucci and his buddies saddled horses and rode off the way past the church.

That was hours ago.

Night had long since fallen and business had been dead for the whole day. Folks in town were too frightened to even approach the front steps after what had happened there. Last night's incident had them all spooked, so no occasions were arranged it seemed. Seeing Mucci riding in with his buddies this morning probably didn't help. They all knew what it meant—Them cowboys were wanting something… Something that Campbell had spilt the moment he got a knife stuck in his gut.

Old mercenary instinct had been telling Clarence to give it all up. The fact it took him this long to finally acknowledge it didn't sit well with him. He knew things like this were bound to happen in a place for these kinds of individuals to gather at, however he'd been stubborn.

Like Rosemary always told him, “You can’t cling onto that business when there ain’t nothing good coming out of it no more!”

Just like he'd clung onto every dollar he got without giving a damn who paid the price for it, her empty words had followed.

He stopped drying off glasses for the next day because what was the point really? No use moping about all that now. Right now, Bruno was still in his room, sleeping off the liquor and anguish of the previous night. The quicker he could get upstairs, wake the kid, and get them both a horse each the quicker they could—

Mucci’s outburst shook the foundation from outside, his voice all too familiar around these rundown walls.

“LEROY!

‘Goddamnit...’

“I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE OLD MAN! YOU AIN’T ASLEEP!”

Cautiously, Clarence dropped what he was doing and approached the front swinging doors. Peeking out over the top, he could make out five figures standing out front. He furrowed his brows and cocked back the hammer on his holstered Remington Revolver before grabbing one of the few lit lanterns off the wall and stepping through the doors.

Clarence didn’t directly look at them until he’d made himself clear that he was willing to stand his ground unfazed by their return.

“We're closed, boys. Best find somewhere else to drink for tonight. Heard the town down east by the railway has a saloon, so long as you don't mind all the folks with cholera.” He growled at the end of the sentence.

Mucci didn’t move an inch away and sneered back with a flick of his cigar butt. He smashed it beneath his boot, still glaring up at Clarence.

“Can it, old man! You know why we're here. That runt of yours has a debt to pay. Blood for Blood.”

Though his Remington Revolver was cocked and holstered, Clarence hoped he wouldn't have to use it. Things didn't need to go like how these boys were wanting it to go. Oh yes, he knew exactly what their thoughts were.

Clarence spoke up as calmly as he could.

“He's just a kid. What happened last night weren't his fault. If anything, it's my fault leaving him alone in the first place. Kid wasn't ready to handle your type of company, Mucci. So whatever grievances you boys have with Bruno should be taken up with me.”

Mucci wasn’t having any of his empty words.

“We ain't interested in you, you stubborn old bastard. Doubt you got much time left anyways. A lot less if ya don't git while ya still can!

Clarence held fast and steady. “...Is that a threat?”

Impatient, and not liking the old man's response one bit, Mucci slowly levelled a worn looking double-barrel directly at his frame.

“It's a fact, you son of a bitch. There's five of us. Now move it.”

Clarence carefully eyed each of them.

“You boys all firm on this?”

The other cowboys looked at one another and back to Clarence, unchanging in their stances. Clearly their numbers gave them confidence.

With Mucci aiming that shotgun at him, they probably figured there was nothing for them to worry about. Mucci then cocked back the hammer on one barrel.

Mucci lowly gave Clarence another word, head lowering as his eyes kept narrowed at him under the brim of his hat.

“Last chance, old man.”

With a defeated sigh, Clarence lowered his lantern and half-turned away in a feeble manner. The sight seemed to amuse the cowboys. Guess the old man had finally come to his senses… or so they thought.

“Very well...”

In a quick flash, Clarence dropped his lantern and drew out his revolver as he turned, firing a round straight at Mucci's face. The cowboy squeezed the trigger in reaction as he fell to the sand below in a heap, the gunshot echoing throughout the night.

Dead silence soon followed.

Clarence had just enough time to shoot another cowboy square in the chest as the others fled for cover. They began returning fire as Clarence moved sideways across the front, fanning his remaining shots for covering fire before diving through the window behind him. He’d fallen right back through the saloon and ducked below the boards of wood.

Once inside, Clarence took cover against the wall as he began changing out his empty cylinder with another quick refill in his belt. He fumbled with the mechanisms a few times.

’Come on, come on, sum bitch…’

That was already too much than what he was comfortable with given the situation. Still, seemed them cowboys were too spooked by his sudden shooting of their leader and fellow comrade to risk leaving their cover. Clarence gained his focus back after getting all the parts back into place.

He heard one of the cowboys shout in aggravation.

“Son of a bitch! Light the place up, boys!”

A fire bottle flew through the broken window and set the wooden floor aflame upon impact. Clarence grunted in surprise and was forced to leave his spot as the flames spread out. Another one came through the front door, blocking it with fire. He heard another one crashing through a window up top... On the second floor.

“SHIT! BOY!”

Clarence scrambled to his feet, hoping the smoke and fire would cover his movements. It was all happening quickly, especially since this old building was so dry.

Right now his main priority was getting upstairs and getting Bruno out. It would be a damn miracle if the boy had managed to sleep through all this crap. So many thoughts were running through his mind all together in this moment that he was basically running on autopilot.

Just as he started moving up the stairs, a gunshot narrowly missed Clarence, forcing him to duck. He looked out to see one of them cowboys was firing from the side window close to the bar. Clarence responded by aiming his Remington at the same time as the cowboy did. Both fired their guns and—

“AH!”

The old man managed to hit the fire bottle in the cowboy’s left hand, setting him aflame. Lucky bastard still managed to plug him in the shoulder, though, sending Clarence tumbling backwards down the stairs and out the back door. When he landed hard he clutched the wound as the hot red liquid gushed over his hand. He dipped his head to just catch his breath for one damn second.

“Shit…”

“Gawd Fawkin Dawmnit!”

Mucci was fussing, messing with his wounded jaw.

Inside the town outhouse, Mucci groaned in pain. That dirty cheating old bastard shot and mangled his right cheek. He'd managed to drag his ass into the outhouse once shit started to heat up. Gunfire continued to echo outside. Each shot made Mucci flinch, now traumatized by the impact of one.

One final shot was heard then everything went quiet. Mucci tried to keep quiet, struggling to slow his breathing. It was his only chance of getting out of this mess alive. All he had to do was wait for LeRoy to come close and then he'd—

The outhouse door opened suddenly, bursting the wood from itself on one side. Mucci instinctively reached for his revolver... Only to feel nothing there. His holster was empty. The cowboy’s blood went cold as he realized he was staring at the business end of his own revolver.

Mucci cried in disbelief. “No!”

A thumb pulled back the hammer.

“NOOO!”

The cowboy could only stare in horror as two vacant eyes stared back before flashing green in a split second.

BLAM!

The next two shots rang on dead ears.

BLAM! BLAM!

Hearing the shots, Clarence, still clutching at the wound in his left shoulder, ran towards the source, leaving the last two cowboys where they laid. Seeing the outhouse door open, he looked inside to find a dead Mucci sitting upon the shitter. He was slumped over with eyes as wide as saucers like he’d seen the devil himself.

Seems his first shot only mangled the cowboy’s cheek, allowing him to sneak off into the outhouse unnoticed. Closer inspection revealed three fresh bullet wounds in his midsection. But who...

The sound of ragged quick breathing caught his attention. Clarence closed the door and looked around the side to see Bruno leaning against the outhouse wall. Quickly, Clarence holstered his Remington before kneeling down in front of the kid, who simply stared off into nothing, head low and trembling. What the hell happened?

Clarence extended his hand to his shoulder to try and gently snap him out of his trance.

“Bruno! You okay? Say something!”

Bruno didn't respond, but he looked up slowly. His eyes simply stared at the bullet wound in Clarence's left shoulder before drifting down. Following the boy’s gaze, Clarence saw the revolver clutched tightly within his right hand. That hand was shaking like someone had taken it and shocked him. The smell of gunpowder along with the fresh corpse inside the outhouse told him everything.

“FIRE!”

“GET THE WELL WATER, QUICK!”

“WE GOTTA PUT IT OUT BEFORE THAT INFERNO SPREADS!”

Clarence's gaze turned towards the townsfolk frantically trying to put the flames out. He finally was able to see the entire scene from his place by the outhouse. The whole saloon was completely up in flames. Place may as well have been built with kindling.

Their panic was well warranted, though he personally had no more attachment to the place. A fire like that could indeed spread. They would need all the help they could get to save what little Nuevo Fortuna had.

“Stay here, Bruno. I have to go help.”

The kid only gave a slight nod. It would have to do. Clarence stood up and looked back once, then caught up with the townsfolk. Despite the current condition of his shoulder, he still managed to fill and carry a bucket of water towards the fire at the nearest trough.

It was on his third or fourth run that Clarence looked back towards the outhouse again. What he saw caused the old man to drop his full bucket right there as it splashed everywhere.

Bruno wasn't there.

“BRUNO!”

Some distance away, the town stable doors were opened sloppily. Inside, a frantic, muttering mess of a kid saddled up the first dark horse he saw and rode off. He didn't realize the revolver was still in his hand until he ended up far off into desert wastes. By morning, the boy was still nowhere to be found.

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New Fortune My Ass! Pt. 2

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After browsing through the general store, Clarence placed his selection of assorted items on the counter. The widowed store owner processed the goods and gave him the total amount with a quiet look about her. Stuff in Nuevo Fortuna tended to be cheap, as low prices were the only thing that kept the place going—Twas an unfortunate necessity. Folks who settled here had expected the railroad to go through their town, making it a hotspot for travelers and tourists. Since the railroad went straight past the place, all they got were less than desirable clientele, mostly drifters and lowlives.

Clarence had learned a valuable lesson: Don't bank your prosperity on something that ain't guaranteed, like rumors of a railroad making your place of business a booming enterprise. Broken promises were a common occurrence apparently, especially to yourself.

The widowed store owner looked up at him as she finished bagging his items, “So how has that runt of yours been?”

Clarence chuckled to himself lowly and looked up at the ceiling then back to his feet, “He ain't no runt, ma'am. He's been doing quite well, actually. Quick-learner, too.”

The kid had been doing surprisingly well these last few weeks. He kept to himself and stayed quiet most of the time. Just focused on serving the food and drinks, cleaning up after folks, and helping get everything ready the next day. Clarence had made a point to tell him that the best he can do to avoid any trouble is keep interactions to a minimum while handing customers what they wanted and taking their cash.

You'd be amazed how little it takes to provoke some drunken fool into a fistfight. Or worse... A shootout.

She gathers his bags together and pushes them his way on the counter.

“Reckon he wouldn't have lasted this long had he not picked up on how things work around here. Lord knows what lawless, rundown hole that Mexican crawled out of from across the border.”

Clarence didn't verbally respond. He simply nodded his head, grabbed his items, and walked out the door. Once outside he simply sighed and looked up at the stars. It was too late for him to be up these days, old bones and all. He had instructed Bruno to start closing up after taking care of two regulars, Mucci and Campbell, who strode in demanding drinks and food...

“AAAHHH!”

’...SHIT!’

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Fearing for the worst, Clarence dropped his goods and sprinted towards the saloon. He burst in, pushing through the swinging doors to see part of the saloon was trashed. Tables and chairs were flipped over like a bull had come in stampeding his way through. Bruno was lying a corner looking beaten all to hell, trembling like a scared puppy. One of the Cowboys, Mucci, stood a good distance away from him. The other, Campbell, had a steak knife sticking out of his gut.

Mucci screamed down at him, bracing his feet and closing both fists in a fit of rage, “You goddamn runt!”

The cowboy haphazardly ripped the knife out of his companion and went for the boy. Out of reflex, Clarence took out his Remington Model 1858 and fired, disarming the thug. Holding his hand in pain, Mucci turned to face his assailant only for his notorious temper to be replaced with indignation and fear.

Mucci shouted back at him with a snarl, “The hell was that for, old man?! You siding with this thieving rat! Look what he did to Campbell!” He pointed down at the poor bastard.

Campbell choked on his own air, crying out with delusion, “Oh god, Mucci... I'm dying... Mama... Help me, Mama...”

Son of a bitch! Bruno must have gotten Campbell real bad with that knife—in a spot that was more fatal than he realized. Mucci ripping it out probably did a lot worse, though. There weren't no doctors in or near Nuevo Fortuna either, just snake oil piss peddlers. The cowboy’s fate was pretty much sealed.

Clarence gained the voice to speak out and question the scene, “What happened, boy?”

“Are you blind?! You can see what happened! This runt stuck Campbell like a pig after trying to take my mon— Click!

Having the hammer on a Remington cocked back with the barrel pointed in his direction shut Mucci up as fast as a cat could get his tongue.

Clarence didn’t drop his gaze and grumbled, “I wasn't asking you.”

Realizing who the old man meant, Bruno whimpered in the corner all curled in on himself, his arms raised in a vain attempt to shield himself. Kid probably expected the worse. With a sigh, Clarence asked again...

“I want to hear your side of things, Bruno. Now.”

Hearing this, the kid shakily stood up from his spot, nervously tugging on his odd hooded poncho, trying to make himself look smaller.

“I... I was just doing like you said, Clarence. I gave them their drinks and roast beef... Senor Mucci here left his money on the table... I thought it was pay for the food...”

Clarence didn't need to hear the rest. His sharp-mind pieced it all together. Mucci had a habit of leaving a wad of cash on the table... Only to plop down coins individually on the table with which he intended to pay for his order. Seemed like a bunch of gloating in his book. Bruno hadn't known about this admittedly irritating habit of Mucci's. Moment the kid grabbed the money, Mucci lost his temper and beat the hell out of him. Campbell joined in on the beating cause he's a follower who didn't pick the best of company.

Campbell was fading fast, eyes fluttering blankly, “I'm thirsty, Mama... I'm so thirsty...”

Them words were the cowboy's last. His body fell limp on the floor, blood soaked right hand still clutching his punctured abdomen. An uncomfortable silence fell over them. Had he not been at the other end of a barrel, Mucci looked just about ready to tear Bruno apart again. The kid himself simply fell back into the corner, quietly sobbing to himself. Mucci glared at Clarence. The old man simply returned an even albeit somber gaze.

“Come back for Campbell in the morning. I'll have him loaded up in a wagon for ya. I'll pay to have him buried in the church cemetery. Ain't no need for things to get any worse.

Knowing he couldn't do nothing, Mucci took his leave. However, he stopped at the swinging doors, and glared over his shoulder at Clarence...

“Tomorrow I'm gonna bury my friend... And he won't be alone, neither.”

With his threat made, Mucci spat to the side, walked out, saddled up, and rode off.

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As he promised, Clarence loaded up Campbell's body on the town wagon and made arrangements with the local priest and undertaker. Both had been quite considerate given the late hour. Their consideration was undercut with a slight weariness upon being told the details.

After what felt like hours, Old LeRoy returned to the saloon, went upstairs, and found Bruno sucking down on a bottle of whiskey—Or rather, a half-empty bottle of whiskey…

“It weren't your fault, Bruno. Whole mess could have been avoided had I not left you alone with them. That Mucci has a nasty temper on him.”

Bruno looked on the brink of tears again, “I killed him, Clarence! L-L-Like M-M-Mucci said! S-S-Stuck h-him like a p-pig! That makes me a killer, don't it? Dios Mio...”

The boy took another long swig from the whiskey bottle, one hand carding through his hair several times. Clarence knew he unfortunately needed it if it calmed him to any extent. Kid was only fifteen and already took a life. In self-defense, sure, but no justification will ever make the feeling better. He, Clarence LeRoy, was damn well aware of that fact...

Clarence looked against the wall, then out the window.

“Killing's a hell of a thing, kid. You take everything they got... And you can't ever give it back. They'll stay with you no matter how much you don’t want them. Those bad things you feeling right now? They prove you ain't no damn cold-blooded killer. I can see it in them eyes.”

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Part four of the Unforeseen timeline!

Return of Bruno

1889-1891 (Age 33-35)

El Ojos Diablos' health has deteriorated severely by this point. As his misdeeds yield less profit, fewer outlaws are willing to ride with him. He'd rather spend his days drinking, sleeping, talking to his rats, caring for his horse Two-Socks, and shooting those who irritate him. He has nothing worthwhile to offer anymore.

Diablos' few remaining men have had enough of him and decide to simply give him over for the bounty on his head. However, they are unaware of his habit of sleeping under his bed rather than on it. This quirk works in his favor and he manages to turn the tables on them. The darkness works against both sides as they shoot wildly at one another. A fire breaks out in the process, engulfing the entire hideout in flames.

El Ojos Diablos, injured in the shootout, rides unknowingly into Oklahoma Territory. Maria Morricone and her brother Alonzo discover him. Bruno has a vision of Maria's future in which she has a child. This astounds the duo, and they decide to assist him. They return to their family homestead just outside of Sergio, where El Ojos Diablos is confined for four months due to his failing health and harsh winter conditions.

The outlaw opens up to Maria while in her care. He finds her easy to talk to, and she listens in genuine silence, offering her own words of empathy. Her compassion and understanding reach the lonely, bitter youngster buried deep within.

El Ojos Diablos recovers by the end of the winter, but he chooses to express his real gratitude by working as a ranch hand for the Morricone siblings. This practically means he has forsaken his life as an outlaw and has returned to being Bruno. A mutual attraction gradually develops between Bruno and Maria. The two do eventually marry with Bruno choosing to take on Maria's maiden name.

Bruno Morricone became well-regarded by the town of Sergio. Everyone recognises him for his abilities and patience with animals. Because of their love and concern for Maria, he and Alonzo have created a strong brotherly bond.

On her fifth birthday, Luisa Madrigal receives her gift of super-strength. Alma shows her the book of El Ojos Diablos. Has about the same effect it had on Isabela and Dolores.

Richie Spait, a wounded and on-the-run bandit, bursts into the Morricone home one night and takes a visibly pregnant Maria hostage. He demands everything valuable in their home, as well as a horse. Richie has no idea whose house he broke into. The house rats divert his attention long enough for Maria to flee and Bruno to strike. Spait tries to flee, but Bruno shoots him with a shotgun. The outraged husband and soon-to-be father strangles Richie to death before flinging his body to Alonzo’s hogs. The experience disturbs him because of how swiftly he reverted to his old behaviors. He sees parallels between his circumstances and Richie's. Bruno realizes that if he hadn't been so vulnerable when the Morricone siblings discovered him, he would have killed them.

Mirabel Morricone was born in the month of March, 1891. Camilo Madrigal, Felix and Pepa's second child, is born around the same time.

A sinister force stirs within Bruno's sealed tower.

1896 (Age 40)

In the days leading up to Mirabel's fifth birthday, Bruno worries about whether or not his child will receive a Gift like he did.

Mirabel spends the next few days looking for her "Gift." She tries to fly off the roof. Bruno saves and then shouts at her, telling Mirabel she'd be better off without one. Maria consoles her daughter before gently discussing the matter with Bruno. Miss Morricone suggests that Mirabel may have desired a Gift in order to be closer to her Papa. A Papa who has been largely absent from his daughter's life.

Bruno gives his daughter her own horse in order to make amends with Mirabel and find a way for them to spend time together. Specifically, Maria’s mare Marmalade's newborn foal whom was conceived after an unfortuante overnight incident involving a customers stud whilst Marmalade had been in heat. Mirabel names the foal Pedro. Bruno and Mirabel raise Pedro together, with the Morricone Daughter displaying her talent for animals.

1899 (Age 43)

1901 (Age 45)

Pepa gives birth to her and Felix’s third child, Antonio.

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I drew this bearded vulture while me and my partner were discussing western related stuff. Unfortunately these guys are spread across Europe, East Africa, the Indian subcontinent, Tibet, and Caucasus.

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Part three of the timeline is out!

Terror of El Ojos Diablos

1877-1884 (Age 21-28)

Word spreads about a notoriously violent and inebriated man. A man with the devil's eyes that allegedly flashed an unholy green before he began shooting anybody in his way, man, woman, or child. Folks who had been going about their business only to be gunned down by a drunk on the street. This earnt him the moniker El Ojos Diablos (Butchered Spanish meaning The Devil's Eyes). And the legends around El Ojos Diablos were so tall that identifying him proved difficult. This Wild West Boogeyman's descriptions ranged from overblown to hideous. Witness accounts proved untrustworthy because of the terror and superstition that surrounded him. The only constants about El Ojos Diablos were that he wore a tattered poncho and spoke Spanish.

Any outlaws who rode with El Ojos Diablos never lasted long. They died either because they irritated the boss, were a convenient meat shield, or for some other reason that benefited El Ojos Diablos—as bitter and selfish as he was.

El Ojos Diablos committed crimes for two reasons: To keep his men around and to ensure he had a regular supply of alcohol and bullets. For the devil suffered from frequent mood swings and terrible visions, which did little to improve his already sour demeanor. Alcohol relieved his agony while also putting him to sleep. He appeared to want to drink till darkness overtook him so that time would pass swiftly. Bullets put an end to any grievances he had. And if he ever ran out, you can bet he'd crawl out of whatever hole he'd hidden himself in to start the cycle all over again.

El Ojos Diablos' terrible tales spread far and wide. Tales that eventually reached Encanto. This was too much for the Madrigals because El Brujo's acts paled in comparison to those of El Ojos Diablos. So much so that Alma forbids any mention of Bruno's existence. Alma, Julieta, and Pepa all deal with their sadness privately in different ways.

Agustin pays frequent trips to Julieta since his accident-prone antics get him hurt all the time. This helps them to become more intimate. Agustin discusses the incident in Perdition, but he is too ashamed and guilty to go any further.

Felix Freeman, a former Caribbean Island plantation slave turned excellent marksman known as Halcon Eye, sought out Él Ojos Diablos in 1878. He wishes to join forces with Terror Numero Uno. As a test, Él Ojos Diablos has Felix compete against his present marksman, an annoying braggart named Ramon, whom Halcon Eye then kills with a single shot through the heart. Felix rides as Él Ojos Diablos' unofficial right-hand man for four years. He essentially became the gang's longest-living member, a feat deemed unthinkable given the low life expectancy when riding with the devil's eyes.

Agustin and Julieta married joyfully at the end of 1882. Meanwhile, El Ojos Diablos and his crew are hiding out in Revelation, New Mexico. When El Ojos Diablos shoots down five street youths who insulted him, Felix witnesses his true cold-blooded character.

Unable to follow El Ojos Diablos any longer, Halcon Eye persuades fellow gang members Buscemi, Quinn, McGinley, David, and Levine to grab what loot they could and depart to Mexico. This sentenced all five of them to death. Nobody leaves Terror Numero Uno unless it's with a bullet. He'd pursue them to the ends of the Earth. And he did so.

The deserters, led by Felix, did everything they could to elude their former leader while fleeing to Mexico. They each die one by one. Buscemi has a hole blown through his face; Quinn is shot up until Felix puts him out of his misery; McGinley gets left behind after his horse is slain but remains defiant till the very end; David commits suicide out of sheer fear and paranoia; and Levine is killed just as they reach the Rio Grande.

Facing the end, Felix manages to kill Diablos' remaining men, leaving only himself and the devil. He is unexpectedly saved by a swarm of glowing butterflies, allowing him to escape by leaping into the Rio Grande. The now-alone El Ojos Diablos vows to kill Felix if they ever cross paths again.

Felix floats down the river till he reaches the site of Pedro's death. Felix pursues a golden butterfly into Encanto after dragging his ass out from the river. When Alma questions him, Felix decides to provide an incomplete truth: He and his buddies were attempting to cross into Mexico when they were pursued by outlaws, his comrades were slaughtered, and only he escaped. This response suffices for the Madrigal Matriarch, who greets him as a new inhabitant of Encanto.

Felix keeps his vow and works hard to become a better person. He falls in love with Pepa, which leads to marriage. Their wedding day turns into a hurricane when a scraplet detailing El Ojos Diablos’ latest misdeeds causes Pepa to become emotionally distraught, though Felix is quick to calm his beloved down.

1885 (Age 29)

Agustin and Julieta’s daughter Isabela is born. A few months later, so is Felix and Pepa’s firstborn daughter Dolores.

1887 (Age 31)

Agustin and Julieta’s second daughter Luisa is born.

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Beginning (and End) of El Brujo

1871-1877 (Age 15-21)

Bruno struggles to survive in the Wild West. His ability to predict the future turns out to be an essential survival tool in this hostile and lawless world. After a period of barely scraping by, a dejected and disheveled Bruno wanders into the declining town of Nueva Fortuna (New Fortune) where he enters a saloon owned by former mercenary and killer Clarence LeRoy. Old LeRoy takes the young Madrigal boy in.

After a few weeks of working in the saloon, Bruno gets into a fight with two cowboys, Mucci and Campbell. Mucci, who is inebriated, accuses Bruno of stealing and physically beats him, with Campbell assisting in the assault. During the altercation, Bruno inadvertently stabs Campbell in the gut, fatally wounding the cowboy, who dies a slow, agonizing death asking for his mama. The young man is obviously upset by this situation. Mucci swears vengeance before Clarence dispatches him.

Mucci returns with four other cowboys on a dark and stormy night. Clarence fights them off as best he can, but the assailants do manage to set the saloon on fire with molotov cocktails. A wounded Mucci flees to the town outhouse, where he is discovered by Bruno, who shoots him three times with the cowboys own firearm, Memento. Bruno, feeling horrible and unwilling to burden Clarence any further, leaves him, but has a sensation (vision) that they will meet again in the future.

Clarence and Bruno cross paths several times throughout the next five years. Every time, Clarence is typically in the midst of a new business endeavor. Clarence notices Bruno's decline with each meeting, which he attributes to adolescent behavior exacerbated by the harshness of the Wild West.

Simultaneously, rumor spreads about a teenage gunfighter with the devil's eyes and disposition. Even when appearing caught by surprise, he is quick on the draw. Nobody knows who he is or where he comes from. More superstitious people believe his mother was a witch who slept with the devil to conceive him. As a result, he is dubbed El Brujo (The Witch).

Pieces of information about El Brujo's deeds are carried on unnatural winds to Encanto. Alma, Julieta, and Pepa are shaken by the outlaws' fanciful but sparse accounts because they sound suspiciously similar to someone they know all too well.

Cattleman Samuel McGraw hires Clarence as a hired hand to accompany him, his wife Audrey, and their daughter May on a cross-country trip through a dangerous region. Cattle rustlers ambush the group halfway through their journey. Samuel is killed, while Old LeRoy is wounded. Bruno is revealed to be one of the rustlers. Upon seeing Clarence’s injured state, Bruno turns on his gang and executes them all with cold frightening ease before personally slaying the head rustler.

When they arrive at their location, Bruno invites Clarence to the bar for drinks. When Old LeRoy insists on the Madrigal lad returning home, what appears to be a typical night of companionship between them devolves into an argument. Bruno bitterly refuses and attempts to retire for the evening. Unfortunately, May, who considers Bruno responsible for her father's murder, dares him to a duel, which he accepts once she provokes him. Knowing May will not win, Clarence knocks Bruno out with a bottle of whiskey before handing him over to the law. This "betrayal" stings Bruno. Bruno escapes custody one night, killing two deputies on his way out. Clarence aims to shoot the youngster with his rifle as he rides away, but realizes he lacks the nerve to do so.

Clarence settled down as a rancher in Arizona by 1877. Sutherland, Phillips, Sheen, Mulroney, and Siemaszko, his hired workers, look up to him as a mentor figure. Rosemary, his estranged sister, brings her son Emilio Agustin Estevez Jr. to work for him in an attempt to straighten him out. Emilio Senior, the boy's father, was a jerk who left a long time ago.

El Brujo's behavior has become increasingly erratic and violent in the meantime. He's amassed a $1000 bounty on his head, attracting all manner of people eager for a quick buck.

Agustin is initially at odds with the other hired hands due to his near-sightedness and refusal to wear spectacles, messing up more than one job. The boys do eventually bond over their mutual interest in Wild West Tall Tales. When a terrible drought strikes Old LeRoy's ranch, the boys advise going after El Brujo, who is said to have departed New Mexico for Texas. Clarence quickly refuses such an undertaking upon hearing the name El Brujo, albeit he does not explain why.

The boys decide to pursue El Brujo on their own. They buy a bunch of guns (on Clarence's tab) before riding off to Texas. On the way, they choose to call themselves the Young Guns. They arrive at Perdition and spend the night drinking, boasting, and celebrating their future prosperity. An inebriated El Brujo turns up and slaughters the novice Yourng Guns, killing Sutherland, Phillips, Sheen, Mulroney, and Siemaszko with eyes flashing a horrible green. Only Agustin remains.

Clarence arrives just as El Brujo is about to execute Agustin. Their interaction reveals El Brujo is actually Bruno. Old LeRoy sees his boys dead and what the young Madrigal kid has become. Both draw on the other, with El Brujo coming out on top. Bruno, visibly distressed by what he has done, retreats into the night, leaving Agustin with Clarence, who gives some final words of wisdom as he dies.

Agustin buries his uncle and pals in Perdition. Rosemary, bereaved, disowns him. Josef Egger, the town undertaker, takes pity on the youngster and directs him to find his fresh new start somewhere around the Rio Grande. Young Estevez follows the undertaker's advice, pays his respects, and makes his way to the Rio Grande.

El Brujo vents his grief over Clarence's death elsewhere. He's hiding away among rats and empty booze bottles on a run-down ranch. Instead of acknowledging his faults and taking responsibility, El Brujo stubbornly believes the old guy never truly cared about him.

Three riders arrive at the ranch. El Brujo gears himself for a fight, but no warning vision appears. Instead, the newcomers ask to ride along with him. El Brujo implements his brutal initiation approach here, resulting in the lead gunfighter being shot by his buddies. To demonstrate their allegiance and subordination, the two remaining riders dump their fallen comrade in the ranch house before setting it ablaze. They then ride away together while the ranch burns behind them.

Agustin is led into Encanto by a golden butterfly. He’s taken aback by everything around him. So amazed, in fact, that he becomes sidetracked and has an accident, injuring his leg. Julieta heals him, displaying their magic. She offers to assist Agustin in becoming acquainted with the town, which he accepts. Alma eventually meets and talks with Agustin about his circumstances, considering the fact that he arrived alone. Agustin gives Alma the bare bones of what happened before his arrival. Hearing that the youngster has lost his uncle and friends as a result of an unlawful slaughter is enough for the Madrigal Matriarch. She greets him as a new member of the community.

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I’m back with another “update!” This is just the timeline of everything leading up to the actually story. Everything here is just the barebones/main points we want to emphasize that would have been the chapters.

Once Upon A Time In The Wild West

1856 (Birth)

Alma is left with a strong urge to safeguard their magic above everything else in the aftermath of Pedro's death.

1861 (Age 5)

Alma instills in her children the importance of using their Gifts for the community. But, while Julieta and Pepa are adored and appreciated, Bruno is gradually vilified and scapegoated.

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🔫Hey all… the last update post signified the delay of content for Unforeseen and as that is still the case, we now realize that we make no promises that Unforeseen will ever be a full blown project, unfortunately. The amount of consistency that we have just doesn’t amount to what we expected when world building at such a large scale… our condolences and have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!🐴

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That Shining Star

This is not Encanto related, but I speed painted this griffin awhile ago for someone who I thought might need it.

Song is Gaia’s Lullaby by Ivan Torrent

“To be a star you must shine your own light, follow your path, and don’t worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine the brightest.”

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Alonzo Morricone

Mess with my niece or brother-in-law, and I'll split your heads like overripe melons...

Loyal Brother Bear. Alonzo Morricone gives off a really unappealing vibe with his burly build and gruff demeanor. When provoked, one may even mistake him for a bear. On the inside, he's really a big ol' softie who loves his friends and family dearly. Those who endanger either will find themselves in a world of hurt. His dislike for Bruno on account of his dark past is often overshadowed by their shared concern for Maria and Mirabel.

Alonzo has his own small farm near the homestead where he raises hogs to be sold or butchered as sustenance for the family. Alonzo's great strength assists the Morricone stable business, allowing him to restrain and break the most difficult horses that people bring to them. Alonzo also wears a bear necklace given to him by a Native American Shaman whom he helped. The necklace symbolizes not only his physical strength, but his character. And contrary to what most people believe, it ain't magic. For Alonzo's strength is truly all his own. Said Shaman even gave him the name Bud Bear… One which he is teased with to no end.

Alonzo's Design and Character are based on Italian Actor Bud Spencer, who played Bambino in the Spaghetti Western Trinity Duology Films.

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One of my faves right here… 💚

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New Fortune My Ass! Pt. 1

This very small town of Nueva Fortuna was not as bustling as Clarence anticipated it would be, but considering the fact that they’d built the damn railroad off the main stretch meant that hardly any activity would pass through. He looked around at what little patrons sat around the tables and grumbled to himself.

He would be proud of the whole buying this saloon thing if it hadn’t been for that fact. He’d thought about writing to his sister, Rosemary, but… he knew she wouldn’t be impressed. Too many outlaws and raving drunkards were around too.

He glanced sideways at the parchment and feather hidden under the bar near some alcohol bottles and pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe he’d never write it. Or maybe he hoped the letters he does write never make it to her.

Besides, Clarence was also not fond of the night sky under the roof of a saloon. This time in the evening tended to bring in more of the wanteds, bandits, outlaws, and whatever was out there to cause trouble for common folk.

Even though he’d been foolish in his younger years in identifying as one of them, he found maturity and a more peaceful way to live life. His days were numbered and his old barking mercenary bones needed a long rest. It didn’t help that he now stood behind the counter of one of his more unkind endeavors. Apparently he could not entirely escape the ways of the untamed west.

That was when he opted to close the doors and burn out the lights when a quiet creaking of the swinging door caught his attention.

“Saloon’s closed for the night.”

He was finishing up cleaning and shining glasses for the next day, when a younger male came stumbling in, tripping over his own feet as his determined legs ached to keep moving.

Clarence was agitated, tired from the long day.

‘This damn day just won’t end, will it?’

“I said, the saloon is closed for the night I’m not in the mood for any antics from lowlife—“

He’d turned around to threaten them out, when all he saw was a young boy slumped heavily over a leaning chair. He was unresponsive and looked entirely exhausted, trembling from the cold and coughing weakly as his dry lips failed to move.

“Well I’ll be the devil’s bargain, where did you come from?”

Clarence approached cautiously, but upon more interested inspection, the boy was terribly dehydrated and malnourished, entire body almost caked in dust. He was wrapped in an odd looking poncho.

‘When did they get hoods?’

Clarence had never seen that before.

He didn’t waste any time filling the last of his daily water supply into several cups, then fixed a shot of whiskey on the side.

“Drink up, now… easy does it.”

Still with his jaw tilted to rest on the back of the chair, Clarence helped get a few slow and gentle sips of the water into his parched mouth.

This seemed to perk him up a bit, eyes widening, realizing the taste of water was quenching his needs. It ran down his throat smoothly, and he leaned forwards for more.

He’d finished two glasses before Clarence waved the whiskey glass in front of his nose. The black-haired boy was awake now, gladly accepting the glass with a shaking hand, but Clarence pulled the glass away and put it on the bar. He hadn’t intended for him to drink it.

This kid’s been through hell and back.

“That do it, lad? You must have been stranded out there, no horse, no ride? What’s your name, boy?”

Although his voice was still scratchy and hoarse from the dust, the boy slowly straighten his head and met Clarence’s gaze with eyes riddled with suffering beyond those gleaming emeralds and the dull, buffed shine that glazed them.

“Bruno… Mister.”

#encanto #bruno madrigal #unforeseen: the fable of el ojos diablos #writing sample #from us

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addaxus · 6 months

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The gift that keeps on giving. Definitely makes you thankful. Anyways we’ve got another fix for y’all. Enjoy this one 💚

Basically, this post serves to demonstrate how ruthless and cold-blooded Bruno was during his time as an outlaw. As a framing device, these acts are shown from the perspective of those unfortunate to experience/witness them. Folks who may play a part in the actual story... If it ever becomes a certainty.

A group of wannabe gunfighters calling themselves the Young Guns arrive in the town of Perdition. Their goal? Find and claim the $5000 Bounty on El Brujo. But during a night of drink and camaraderie, they find themselves confronted by a stranger with deadly intentions...

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Through Squinted Eyes

Sutherland suddenly rises and raises his glass with his booming voice and catches everyone’s attention.

“WHO ARE WE!?”

Estevez raised his glass. Phillips, Sheen, Mulroney, and Siemaszko joined him. Their moral was drastically boosted.

“THE YOUNG GUNS!” The all shouted.

Sutherland looks every one of them in the eyes and asks, “AND WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?”

“KILL EL BRUJO!”

—

In an alley just across from the saloon sat a rather disheveled looking runt, clothing dirt ridden and unclean from the ruthless country. A whiskey bottle sat in his lap as he seemed to slip in and out of consciousness. Then came all the commotion coming out of the saloon next to his hearing range. The words he heard ignited a cold fury within him.

The runt unscrewed the cap from his whiskey bottle and downed the whole lot. Every. Drop. Once empty, it was then chucked aside without a care. An odd looking poncho rested beside the runt. Pulling it away, he eyed what had been hidden beneath it... staring with eyes that seemed to glow behind cold glass.

—

The saloon patrons cheered as the Young Guns boasted and flaunted their firearms. Estevez had to admit that Sutherland's idea of buying everyone a drink was indeed smart. It helped ease the tension a lot amongst a restless endeavor—Yet as he took another swig from his glass and stared down into it, he noticed things were getting quiet. Too quiet. He also noticed a lot of folks looking in the same direction when his eyes finally averted towards them.

CRACK!

Thunder echoed outside as the Young Guns turned their attention towards the saloon entrance. Standing there was a poncho-clad stranger. In his right hand he held a double-barrel shotgun. His gaze held nothing but utter contempt upon all he saw. Then his attention turned towards Sutherland... it was almost like his gaze could melt his very soul within his body.

It was dead quiet as his raspy voice spoke up, “You lot looking for El Brujo?”

Sutherland chuckled nervously while looking around without moving his head.

“Y-Yeah. We are. You looking to join?” He swallowed thickly unintentionally.

What happened next shattered Estevez’ spirit. The stranger simply pulled back a hammer on one barrel and aimed directly at Sutherland, prompting him to slowly back away. A futile attempt. The saloon patrons cleared themselves out of the way, as if they knew what was coming next.

It was as if the fires of hell had clouded his eyes, “No...”

BANG!

Sutherland’s body fell to the ground with a hard thud. Buckshot had pierced his torso, leaving a bloody mess, so there he lay in his own blood, twitching once before going completely still. It was dead quiet for just a second until Estevez went for his revolver. He noticed too late that this caused the Stranger to pull back the other hammer and direct his aim towards him.

Estevez shouts above his lungs, “Tu hijo de perra! Coward! You gunned him down when he wasn't prepared!”

Estevez meets the stranger’s eyes and feels ice rush down his back as he speaks.

“Well he should have been prepared, if he was fixing to collect that $5000.”

It all clicked. Estevez realized just who this was. He could feel the air getting thicker around him as everyone else realized as well.

He stood firm and tried to ease his shaking limbs, “You be El Brujo. The Witch.”

“That's what folks be calling me these days. Most of them end up like your friend there. Fools looking for an easy payday. I'll kill every single one that tries. And now, I'm gonna kill you, Squinty, as an example to everyone here in this shithole of a town.”

Estevez found himself unable to move, like a stack of boards held down with bricks. El Brujo's intent was clear as day. Phillips, Sheen, Mulroney, and Siemaszko were all in a similar state, intimidated. Then as El Brujo seemed ready to fire, lightning flashed behind him... and Estevez could have sworn his eyes shone a glassy green, glowing almost.

Suddenly, El Brujo threw the shotgun at Estevez’ face, stunning him. Before the boy could react, a gunshot rang out and fire exploded through his right shoulder, sending him to the floor. Pain shot up every part of his upper body. More gunfire echoed throughout the saloon as bullets flew wild. One final death scream cried out and then all fell silent.

“Leave.”

In his slow recovery from blurry vision and ringing ears, Estevez heard multiple footsteps disappear out of the saloon. He struggled to get up only for a boot heel to slam into his wounded shoulder, holding him down. El Brujo let him scream as loud as his lungs could cry. The boy could only look up to see a gun barrel aimed right between his eyes, teeth quenched, and one eye squinted with pain. El Brujo met his horrified gaze with a cold-hard expression as he pulled back the hammer...

A familiar voice rang above everything else.

“BRUNO!”

#encanto #unforeseen: the fable of el ojos diablos #writing sample #amazing people create amazing wonders

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