Loud coughing could be heard echoing through the many whimsical chambers of the chocolate factory, the Oompa Loompas, now very much accustomed to the noises of their employer in agony, ignored it and continued with their work.
Disgusting! Disgusting!
Wonka was bent over his toilet, gloved hand holding strong against the top of it, his head bent down into the putrid pit in which he spewed all of his sin, dry heaves and the sounds of his leather boots scrunching as he leaned deeper into it, tears hitting the polluted water, he deserved this, this was all he would ever deserve
How could I? Impure! Disgusting! I thought I was past this, I thought this was over
The finger of his ungloved hand reached deeper down his throat, until finally it was over, he had poured everything he could out of him
He felt weightless and pure as he leaned against the wall panting, his bowtie rising and falling with his gasps for air
He had not experienced this horrible impurity since a woman worker he'd met years ago named Amy, she was so sweet, so joyous, eyes like glittering gumdrops- NO, NO NO
He bit hard into his ungloved arm, harder and harder until he felt something wet hit his gums, gently he slid his mouth away and looked down upon his injury. A deep wound greeted him, it was in the same shape of all the other scars across his arms, so many scars that he has memorized his dental record simply from looking at them.
He brought his tongue gently down upon the new wound. Blood had such an interesting flavor, perhaps he could figure out some way to incorporate his own blood into a candy, he wasted so much of it after all he may as well put it to good use. He pondered this idea in his head as he continued to lick away his own blood, it ran down his face and dripped onto the colorful tile floor as he shut his eyes, burying himself deeper into his flesh, his mind whirled with all the possible recopies he could create with the help of his own blood, he knew that even if he were to create this it would never sell, but it kept him occupied never the less.
"Mr. Wonka, are you all right in there?"
His dream world was suddenly shattered at the sound of his young apprentices voice
"Oh, y-yes Charles, just feeling, a tad under the weather is all…"
Willy scrambled to his feet and flung open the medicine cabinet, ripping out a bandage, he held the package of bandages in his yellowed teeth as he wrapped up his self-inflicted wound
"Need any help in there Mr. Wonka?"
"N-no Charlie dear, I'll be fine, just gathering a thing or two"
Why did I call him dear? And Charlie? Stupid! Stupid! He's not a little boy anymore old chap, treat him with some respect
Once the bite was well wrapped, he slipped on his glove once again, washed his face, then leaned over to flush the toilet, he had become quite the expert at hiding his bad habits from Charles, after all, he did not want him to worry, he wanted to give him everything he could never have growing up, a perfect world. Of course, Wonka could not protect him from all the unpleasantness in the world, his grandparents dying for instance, and his father and mother moving out of the factory had all been hard on the boy, not to mention all of the unpleasantness he faced as a child, working all day with nothing more than some cabbage water for dinner. How Wonka wished he could erase all the awful things this child has suffered through, sadly, as amazing a man as he was, he could not change the past, all he could do was try to protect Charlie from the future.
Wonka opened the door slowly, smiling upon his apprentice, as was mentioned before, he was not a little boy anymore, yes, he was rather small for a 19 year old due to poor eating habits when he was growing up and he was still rather thin and frail, but he had defiantly changed over the years, his blonde hair had grown to a bit over shoulder length and folded beautifully across the purple tuxedo shit he was wearing. He smiled back at his apprentice, he had a gap between his two front teeth that they never bothered to go to an orthodontist for, but Wonka found it rather cute, in fact, he found a lot of aspects of Charles to be… Cute…
Wonka looked at his feet and blushed a deeper red then his famous cherry gumdrops, Charles smile faded and he gently touched the shoulder of his mentor
"You okay Mr. Wonka?"
Charlie laid his hand across the back od Willy's neck, causing a shiver to run down his spine, Wonkas eyes traveled to his apprentices arm, exposed by his falling sleeve, and noticed his scar, caused a scratch from a wild beast back in one of the countries they traveled to in search of new flavors, what a lovely trip that had been, especially the part where they went swimming under the moonlit trees in that nearby swamp, Charles always looked rather dashing with his hair wet-
NO
Wonka bowed his head further and shut his eyes hard, in an attempt to silence the thoughts
"My sir, you do feel warm, you're burning up, maybe you ought to lay down for a while…"
Wonka composed himself, and shyly smiled at the boy, patting his back in a friendly manner
"O-oh no Charles, not with all the work we need to do! Those cotton candy caliwhips need to be in stores by next week, and we've not even composed the Snozzberry flavor yet!"
Charles laughed lightly, his mentors eccentric ways never failed to bring a smile to his face
"Very well sir, but do tell me if you start to feel ill again"
Charles strode ahead, Wonkas eyes trailed up the boys back, he sighed and brought his nails to his mouth, only to discover his gloves were in the way
"…Will do"
Dear god what is wrong with me
