Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory franchise or any characters associated with the franchise. All rights belong to Roald Dahl, Tim Burton, and Warner Bros. Pictures. This is not my intellectual property, and no financial gain is made from this nor will be sought. This is purely for entertainment purposes only.
Date: January 21, 1995
I could hardly comprehend the events that had unfolded over the course of only a few weeks. Not long ago, Fickelgruber, Prodnose, and Slugworth sent their employees (who disguised themselves as my employees) into my factory to find and steal my secret recipes. I was such a fool to have allowed those crooks to do what they have done. Why didn't I have better security measures in place for the factory? Whatever happened, I'll never, ever forgive them. The factory is now silent, and not a single candy will be made from now on. The Wonka Candy Company is on the verge of bankruptcy, and I will need to take some very, very big risks if I want to return my company to its former state of prosperity.
Yesterday was the worst day of my entire life, even more so than my childhood, when my father made me wear that horrible cage-like helmet he built. As Fickelgruber, Prodnose, and Slugworth quickly rose to fame, stealing the throne which I had occupied for several years, I sent my employees home at the end of the day like usual, but this time, I had to hand a pink slip to each of them. Their expressions of confusion and fear were more than enough to make me realize what I was doing, but I had no other choice. I was trying my hardest to fight back the tears that were welling up in my eyes as I began to close the gates for the very last time. Those magnificent iron gates have been a symbol of pride ever since the factory was built. Now, their sole purpose is to isolate my factory, my home, from the rest of the world. I couldn't help but notice the tears in my former employees' eyes as I announced, "I am closing my chocolate factory forever. I'm sorry."
As the gates closed with a deafening clang, I turned away from the crowd so that no one could see the glistening tears that were streaming uncontrollably down my face. Blinded by despair, I retreated into the warmth of my beloved factory and shut off the master power supply, instantly killing the power to every single machine. I knew that the smoke would stop rising from the chimneys. I knew that not a single candy would be made from now on. I knew that the rest of the world would feel just as sad and hopeless as I am right now. They say that everything has a beginning and an end, and this was the end for me, my former employees, my company, and above all, my factory. It's time for me to begin carving a new path, but who knows where it will take me? Until then, Willy Wonka.