Totally pointeless drabble. My first story. No mean comments, please.
It's a swirling, upside-down vortex that Charlie fell into, like no other place he's ever been.
And in the still center of that very vortex, there's a man. An eccentric, frighteningly funny, almost sinister man. No one knows any of the secrets of that man, other than his past with his father.
Mrs. Bucket has a soft spot for him. She treats him like another son. Mr. Bucket sees him as a freind. A rather childish one, but a friend nontheless. His grandparents see him as an extremely talented individual.
But Charlie knows the truth. How sometimes he can hear Mr. Wonka crying in his room. Or how he can become angry in a second if Charlie says something wrong. Then he turns happy if Charlie gets something right. Sometimes even hugs him.
Mr. Wonka has a lot of faces. But he only shows them to Charlie.
That was all. Please review. And if possible, no really bad flames.