Ernesto De La Cruz's Revenge

A/N: So, as soon as I saw this film I already had an idea of what a sequel could be like, so I had to try and write one down. This is by far becoming one of my favourite Disney films, so I hope everyone enjoys this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Coco

Chapter 1: Prologue

Ernesto De La Cruz could not believe what he has been reduced to, once he had everything he ever wanted and it all vanished, after he made a terrible mistake. He lost everything he owned, and he now lived with the ones who were forgotten in the land of the dead.

Even they wanted to forget him, no one would talk to him. So, sitting alone on a cardboard box in a rundown dark and dusty shack, the once renowned singer in all of Mexico, now wallowed in his own self-pity.

But something had been on his mind lately, something that had once been a legend within the land of the dead, there were very few people who believed it he'd over heard the others talking about it. But De La Cruz was willing to give it a chance and seize his moment.

A smirk played across his face, as he stood drinking the last of the shots he had sitting beside him. He chuckled, "yes, time to fix this disastrous error that I have made and reclaim, what is mine." He grinned and headed out the door of the shack.

Looking to the path that travelled down into a darkness pit, that not even anyone of the dead would want to follow. But, he was not like them, he's always willing to do anything to get what he wants. De la Cruz fixed his trousers and hat and continued down the path.

"I knew this legend was true." He said as he saw many different spirit guides that lived there some were ones that people of the dead feared.

They all hung around a very run-down shack and in the water below which was covered in mist, He slightly hesitated to go further but he pushed himself. Gingerly knocking on the wooden door, he stepped back and waited for an answer.

The sound of a bottle smashing and the cries of spirit guides reached his ears, he gulped in fear. "What is the meaning of this? Who dares disturbs my hooooooome?!" Came a booming voice.

"Uhhhhhh, pardon me for intruding, but I have come for your assistance." De La Cruz shakily sputtered out.

"What?!" The voice sounded again.

De La Cruz was about to repeat himself but backed up as the pathway shook as the door began to open. The once famous singer was greeted with nothing but darkness, squinting his eyes he peered inside and took a small step.

"Hello…." He called.

"You come for assistant from me? No one has come to me in many, many years." The voice called out.

De La Cruz gazed all around the shack he scratched his head when he didn't see anyone at all, "where are you?"

"I never show myself, if I did you'd be shocked into being forgotten. Though it seems with your case it wouldn't matter." The voice chuckled quite evilly.

De La Cruz growled and clenched his bone fist, but he calmed himself he didn't want to anger this mysterious being any further, he had an inkling that this being knew why he was there. "I take it you know why I am here?"

"Why yesssssss, I could sense it the moment you walked towards my shack!" The voice chuckled, "you're here to reclaim what is yours. Am I correct."

"Yes, how do I do that?"

The voice chuckled again, "If I help you, you must be willing to help me too."

De La Cruz frowned with a nod of his head "what must I do?"

"You must bring me a living soul, once I have this soul I will be able to provide you what you want. But be warned, cross me and I can keep things the way they are." The voice deepened a little.

De La Cruz smirked at the condition, "not to worry me amigo I know just who bring to you. But…I fear that I have no idea how to do that?" De La Cruz sighed sadly.

"I thought you might say that….Allow me to present one of my many spirit guides." The voice said with an evil chuckle.

De La Cruz's eyes widened at the sight of the creature, it was hideous he almost fainted at the mere sight of it. "Sooooo, ugly…." He said outloud but gasped at rralising what he said and he quickly covered his mouth.

"Ehhhh….Sorrryy…It slipped out…" The singer muttered sheepishly.

"Not to worry…I hear that a lot when someone sees these spirits…" The voice boomed making De La Cruz jump slightly.

"Now, as soon as your chosen soul has entered the graveyard, it will lure them back to your grave which I believe is a big monument?"

"Ehhh, yesss." The singer nodded.

"Excellent, as soon as they enter they will step on the marigold petals. As soon as this happens they will be transported to the land of the dead, and since you have come to me you will be able to choose a location in which they appear in. Then you must bring them to me, were I will perform a spell that keeps them here." The voice explained in an evil way.

De la Cruz's eyes widened, and he frowned in thought for a moment, "if I'm able to do this what's in this for me?"

"What are you're conditions?"

De La Cruz smirked evilly as he gazed at his left hand, "I always want to seize my moment, so my condition is this…"