Author's Note: Hello, Wonka fans! You probably are a Wonka fan, and/or you're just bored and you wanted to read something new and strange, so you decided to click on my story. First, thank you for clicking. It gives me great pride when you click. I hope you will keep clicking. But for now, stop clicking and read the first chapter of my strange little story and tell me what you think.
In the past two years, life had gotten extremely good for one of the world's most agreeable children, Charlie Bucket. Two years ago, he lived in a ruddy old shack with his mother, father, and four grandparents. All his peers (I say peers, for he had no friends,) made fun of him for his funny patched-up clothes, and gorged on their delicious Wonka bars nonchalantly. Charlie only got one Wonka bar a year for his birthday, the rest of the year was filled with cabbage soup and longing and dreaming of those brilliant bars- looking out into the colossal chocolate factory that could be seen from his window. Oh, how he wanted to go into that factory! But it was shut tight- no human ever went in out of it. Then, one day, the mastermind of the best candy in the world, Willy Wonka, had an ingenious idea to send five tickets out into the world, hidden under the wrappers of the Wonka chocolate bars, and whoever found them would get to go into his factory and one would be chosen for a special prize at the end. Charlie watched every day as four awful children announced they had found the golden tickets- names of Veruca Salt, Mike Teavee, Violet Beauregard, and Augustus Gloop. But he never suspected to one day buy a bar with some found money in the street, and uncover the last one! Charlie raced home to tell his family of the wonderful news, and the next day he found himself standing outside of the giant candy-making palace, entering the forbidden gates alongside of his Grandpa Joe into the Wonka Chocolate Factory. Soon, he met the great genius of candy himself- Mr. Willy Wonka. Although rather strange, Mr. Wonka showed the five around his marvelous factory, which was more amazing than his wildest dreams. However, for the other brats, strange things started happening to them, such as getting sucked up in a river of chocolate, blowing up to the size of a blueberry, getting shrunken to the size of a fountain pen, things like that. Finally, Charlie was the last one to- shall we say survive?- the tour. And the prize for winning was to inherit the Wonka Chocolate Factory. After a random and very Roald Dahl-like journey to another world in a glass elevator, Charlie, his grandfather, and Mr. Wonka returned home, and soon moved in to the giant factory with Wonka. Charlie and Wonka were left to think up of brilliant new candy ideas, which is where we begin our story…
Charlie sighed. His creative juices were not flowing today. He had been up all night with the Oompa-Loompas, (little people who work in the factory, in case you didn't know,) trying to fix a leak in the fudge-room pipes. It was a very messy and sweet situation, but he was dead tired now. His mother was tending to his grandparents at the moment, and his father was at work in the tooth-paste factory. He was sitting in the candy room (well, I can't think of anything to call an edible candy-filled room but the candy room, so there,) sipping some hot razzletazzleberry tea, watching the Oompa-Loompas test the temperature of the chocolate river. His eyelids drooped, and his chin sagged into his chest. Who knew that working in such a non-adult job would make him feel so old? He didn't get how Willy did it. Maybe it was the sugar high. Willy was addicted to candy like nicotine or something. And Charlie had seen Wonka go without candy. Not a pretty picture. He was starting to drift into colorful, Tim Burton-y dreams when he heard Willy's voice at the speaker.
"Charlie, please report to the Whipping Crème Room. There's something wrong with the cow and she's putting out taco-flavored crème and it's really freaking me out and… well, just report to the Whipping Crème Room immediately."
Charlie groaned, and hoisted himself out of the W-shaped chair. He was only 15, and his joints were starting to get slow. He motioned a pink dragon boat sailing down the luscious river to stop, and told the Oompa-Loompa rowers to take him to the room he was needed in. As they sped down the tunnel and made a jerky stop at the designation, Charlie reminded the lead rower to work on the brakes. The lead rower nodded. Charlie stepped out of the boat, and opened the glass door to the Whipping Crème Room, where Willy nervously was waiting, and strode over to tell him of the damage. The cow mooed with disdain, spurting out some frothy red-orange stuff that smelled of peppers. The Oompa-Loompas were edging away nervously. Charlie yawned. He had a feeling this was going to be another long day.
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A dirty figure dashed across the flat margin of the St. Luna Tik's Facility for the Psychologically Disturbed, eyes on the wired gate ahead. After two years of digging with a spork (please don't ask me how) out of the badly-constructed building, she was not about to let swampy mud stop her now. It from the gate to her cell, it was about a mile. She dashed as quickly as she could, anticipating when the alarm would sound. She had tried a different approach to escaping about four years ago, but now that she was sure the guards were not watching their backs she had to make a quick, bold dash for it. She was almost there… yes! Clambering over the steely fence, she hopped over the edge, careful no to catch her uniform on the barbed wire, and landed in a crouched position, running again, but this time, into the city. The alarms droned behind her in the distance, a blinding spotlight swerving around the grounds, cutting wildly through the darkness. She hid behind the closest thing around, a stumpy little tree surrounded by a little stone wall, worn from wind erosion. 6 years of working in the… place… had made her quick and strong. She could take the journey to the city. The panting figure's back slid down the tree, calculating how far it might be from here. She would have to move fast, and keep from the main roads; they would be looking for her, with dogs, most likely, maybe even more. But no matter. She was out, and now she was going home- to the only people in the world that she knew would take her in.
Author's Note: Well, whaddya think? A little short, but the next chapters might be longer. Review, I beg of you! Thankies.