Carface was out cold that the pink archangel in the window showed herself, smiling in euphoria. She had been watching, unseen, the whole time.

Her eavesdropping was nothing new. She always liked to keep an eye out on her angels, and today she was glad she had. Charles had finally worked up the courage to bury the hatchet. This just proved that sometimes the best miracles in life were the kind that were manmade.

“Good luck Mr. Caruthers and may heaven smile you”, she thought, before vanishing back to her domain and leaving the dog who saved Christmas to his destiny. Despite what Carface may have thought of himself, she had always known that he was (like everyone) a big fish in a tiny pond.

The End.

Author’s Note:

Hello ADGTH fans, I’m The Cool Kat, and this was my one-shot “Metamorphosis”. This was originally posted on Fanfiction.net but I reposted it here, so more Carface fans like me would get a chance to read it.

For 2013, I’ve been trying to write big, original ideas for my stories, and this was one of them. Because Carface is one of those characters who has a lot of potential in him, but is unfortunately overlooked. Mostly because fans of the first movie complain that the characters from the original (especially Charlie and Carface) have changed too much throughout the franchise. I don’t see that as a bad thing, in fact I actually like their new personalities.

Even if the real cause was because of Don Bluth’s exclusion from the sequel and series, it still makes sense they would change from story to story. They’ve been dead for sixty years people; they’re not gonna be exactly the same as they were when they first bit the dust. Like Charlie said, when you’ve spent over half a century with the man who killed you, you learn to let go, which explains why they’re so ‘friendly’ in the series (as for why he still listens to Carface every now and then, what can I say? Except that Charlie’s an idiot sometimes). And when you’re constantly dying all the time, even the most diabolical of mob bosses would turn into quaking, shivering cowards like Carface eventually did. So even though “An All Dogs Christmas Carol” wasn’t my favorite story of the series (I’ve seen so many remakes of “A Christmas Carol” I’ve started to grow bored of that story), I still liked how their characters came in full circle from the first movie, and I felt that warranted its own follow-up story, even if it was just a one-shot.

It’s funny, all the one-shots I’ve written on FF.net so far are slash fics, but this one is an exception. It’s purely a character piece, where nothing of interest really happens except for reflection and nostalgia. But then again, I often say there aren’t enough small-scale stories on this site or FF.net. Most fanfics are adventure stories or creations where characters have sex (I like both of these genres), but there are hardly any that stop and really examine character. That having been said, I’m glad I could make my contribution to ADGTH archive. This story doesn’t fill in any of the gaps in ADGTH history, like how Killer joined Carface again, how Sasha owned a café, or even how Carface’s mother could still be alive after sixty years, but it does give you a nice good look inside Carface’s thoughts. On a side-note, Carface being called ‘an impossible creature’ is a nod to Captain Jack Harkness, the ‘impossible man’ who cannot die.

Bookending the fic is “Martha’s Theme” and it’s variant “Martha Triumphant”, both composed by the amazing Murray Gold, and the former sung by Melanie Pappenheim. Martha Jones’ jazzy waltz was easy-listening while I was writing Carface’s 30s nostalgia (it does sound quite old fashioned, and there’s a heavenly feel to it as well, especially when the back-up vocals join Ms. Pappenheim midway in), and “Martha Triumphant” really helped me envision Charlie giving Carface some kind of inner peace. So whether you’re a fan of jazz or not, I recommend you check them both out on YouTube (you just might like them).

So don’t be shy (or lazy), let me know what you thought of this one-shot. A writer is nothing without feedback, be it positive or negative.