Disclaimer: I am currently in denial, but the fact remains that I do not own Willy Wonka.
Normally I don't write horror, but the idea just kept picking away at me until I had to. Willy Wonka is a character you can take in practically any direction, which makes this very fun to write. I am also incredibly happy to announce that my inspiration has returned, and I plan on making this a multi-chapter story.
With that said, enjoy.
It was what promised to be an extraordinary day.
For the first time in over fifteen years, Willy Wonka would open the gates to his enormous factory, allowing five lucky children a tour of the factory and the various mysteries that lay inside.
Five children, one for each golden ticket, were standing eagerly in front of the factory, waiting for the clock to strike ten. Crowded behind them was an incredible assortment of people; there were reporters, photographers, news crews, journalists, and various others of all ages who were simply there to watch and observe.
Wonka had amazed the world for years, delighting children and adults alike with his marvelous candies. Then he had closed his factory, banishing all of his workers forever.
No one had been inside since.
People would kill for the chance to even get a glimpse the inside of the towering factory; some would even die for it.
Standing somewhat apart from the throng of observers were the ticket holders themselves; two girls, three boys, each flanked by a guardian, their faces alight with excitement and anticipation.
Euphoric in their eagerness, they could hardly know that they were being watched. Their unknown observer stood high above, at the apex of the factory, gazing out at the mass of people congregated around the gate.
There was the rotund Augustus Gloop, stuffing his face full of chocolate while greedily eyeing the factory. His piggy eyes were glazed as he imagined all of the sweets that he would soon have access to, the gluttonous little fool.
Next to him was Veruca Salt, mercilessly hounding her father to speed up time so that they could go in. Dressed in a white fur coat, she stood impatiently in front of the factory, waiting for her chance to lay claim to the wondrous treasures that lay inside. Her greed and envy would be her downfall.
Ah, Mike Teevee. The little devil who had hacked into the system to locate his ticket stood next to his mother, looking bored. He saw any time not spent in front of some sort of television as wasted, foolish child.
Violet Beauregard stood next to him, popping her gum arrogantly, looking as if she had already won the competition. She prided herself on being a winner. What would happen to her if she were to lose?
Little Charlie Bucket was staring at the factory with undisguised awe, excitement showing on his face. Out of the five, this child was easily the most open-minded; he looked as if he were a kind soul, always believing the best of people. Well, as the saying goes, the truth hurts.
He smiled faintly, exposing perfect white teeth, and turned his attention to the time; he, too, was waiting for ten o-clock.
Everything was ready; soon, his guests would arrive.
Today, ten was the magic number.
The clock rang ten. One ring, two, three…
He turned and began his descent as the people at the gates stirred in anticipation. After ten counts had come and gone, the crowd stilled, holding their breath in anticipation. The gates swung open, casting their dark shadow on the waiting crowd.
"Please enter." The magnified voice that boomed out across the courtyard could be heard by everyone present.
Looking slightly nervous now, the five contestants made their way towards the giant entrance, their parents trailing behind. The doors swung open with an ominous creak, slamming into the wall as they came to a halt.
Drawing closer, they could see a dark figure silhouetted against the light inside. He had a top hat on his head and a cane in his hand. Standing aside, he courteously let them pass, tipping his hat to each of them as they filed in.
After the last, the doors slammed shut with a loud bang, effectively shutting out the noise of those outside, while at the same time closing them off from the rest of the world.
Willy Wonka smirked to himself.
"An extraordinary day indeed..."
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