AN: So, I wrote this for another English project, and it's definitely the shortest oneshot I've ever written. It's also the first non-romantic oneshot. I'm actually kinda happy with how it turned out, so I hope you all like it!
Pure Imagination
Willy Wonka felt a surge of pride rush through him as he looked around at his own masterpiece. In fact, his chocolate factory was a wonderland worthy of Lewis Carroll himself. He, Willy Wonka, was the erratic Mad Hatter, and each of the five children were hoping to be picked as the lucky Alice. Unfortunately, these particular boys and girls were all Red Queens or Tweedle Dees and Tweedle Dums. None of them were what he was looking for, nor did he find them in any way deserving of inheriting his chocolate factory.
Although, as he mulled this over in his mind, his gaze landed upon a certain scruffy lad with tousled dirty blonde hair—Charlie Buckett. Charlie, Willy had decided, was special. Special enough that if he somehow managed to pass the big test, he just might worthy of the grand prize.
Willy removed his top hat to run his fingers though his soft curly locks as he sat himself down beside the teacup daffodils. He plucked one and bit into it with a satisfying crunch, relishing in the sweet buttery flavour that hit his tongue.
His peaceful moment was immediately shattered when he heard frantic yelling and noisy splashing coming from the direction of the chocolate river. After getting to his feet with a sigh, he glanced about once more at his magnificent paradise, allowing a small smile to appear as he deeply inhaled the intoxicating mixed scents of chocolate and various other sweets that always wafted through the air.
It truly was a world of pure imagination.