Author's Note: Yes, I'm aware that Veruca's favorite dress was destroyed as she went down the garbage chute, but what if Henry caved in and bought her a new one exactly like it?

Chapter Two: Beelzeebub Salt

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Dr. Marvin led Veruca into a small room with a coach only five feet away from the wall in the back of the room; practically in the center of the room, just not quite. Shelves filled the room, each holding books and toys and the like. Dr. Marvin beckoned her to sit down on the coach with him. Rolling her eyes the way she did when anyone told her to do something, she sat down.

"So, what brings you here on this fine afternoon?" the man asked looking deep into her satanic blue eyes.

"Daddy says I'm a maniac and I am not!"

"Well, Miss Veruca," the therapist said wryly. "Your performance in the waiting room proved alot of things to me."

Veruca froze.

"You saw that, Doc?"

Marvin nodded.

Veruca snarled and began her story of her coming here.

"I always get what I want when I want, but I've had a recent little problem. You probably know me as the second finder of the Golden Ticket to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. Anyway, Daddy and I went to that bloomin' place and all the sudden kids were disappearing like rabbit: either falling in Chocolate rivers or turning into blueberries. This one kid...what's his name, what's his name?...Mike became really small and had to be stretched out with a taffy puller."

Veruca didn't expect Dr. Marvin to believe any of this, but she knew he probably heard crazier things which were not true.

Dr. Marvin cocked an eyebrow, "Taffy puller?"

Veruca nodded and continued, "But I, on the other hand, decided I wanted the geese that lay the golden eggs, so I pleaded for Daddy to give it to me, but Mr. Wonka wouldn't sell it. I tried and tried to butter the two of them up, and I swear to God that Wonka is a stubborn jerk! I got on top of this thing called the Eggdicator to emphasize my longing for the goose, but I fell in and went down the garbage chute!"

Dr. Marvin continued jotting things down on his notepad, "Eggdicator...goose...fell...garbage chute."

"Luckily, just as I felt the blistering heat of the furnace, Daddy reached me and pulled me out of the pipes. He was very, very furious with me and called me mean names like 'brat', 'snob', and 'muniplulative child'. I'M NONE OF THOSE!! And in the end that fool Charlie Bucket won the prize, but he stole the fizzy lifting drinks, I saw him!"

Dr. Marvin said after she finished her narrative, "Okay...and do you have any hobbies?"

Veruca jumped back. She had none except to complain and scream, but she couldn't tell the therapist that. "Erm...drawing," she lied.

The man smiled, "Oh, that's nice, dear. I remember when I was your age, all the ten year olds loved drawing dearly."

Veruca screeched, "I'M THIRTEEN, NOT TEN!!"

Dr. Marvin frowned, embarressed, "Sorry, Miss Salt."

Veruca sighed rudely.

"Do you have any friends, Veruca?"

"I don't make friends with poor people."

"Do you have any pets?"

"A managerie."

"Does a pretty one like you have a boyfriend?"

"YOU'RE A SICKO!"

"Do you listen to music, ma'am?"

"Do you spend your nerdy nights listening to ragtime from the fifties?"

Dr. Marvin guffawed and scuffled her hair, "Silly, ragtime is from the fourties!" He had to admit, Veruca Salt was going to be the hardest patient he ever dealt with. Maybe not, considering he had dealt with brats before, many of them older than this mere child, and came out victorious. Yet this one seemed like the Devil's disciple, Beezleboss.

Veruca grunted, "Can we go now, is it over? I want to leave!" She got up from the coach and stomped her way to the door. Daddy will hear about this, she thought. Just as she had touched the brass doorknob and began to turn it; Mr. Marvin called out to the rude girl.

"Veruca...wait. I have something for you." Veruca turned her golden head to see what lie on the man's palm. Sure enough, it was a Wonka Bar like the one she'd gotten her Golden Ticket out of. She scurried over to get it. She didn't say please or thank you or anything, she just took the bar and began devouring it.

Dr. Marvin smiled cockily, "I knew you'd like it, Veruca. I know you like chocolate, even though you would easily have said no to it."

Veruca had now eaten 3/4 of the bar when she looked up at him, "Yeah, I love chocolate." Then, she went back to her munching. The doctor couldn't help but laugh at the childish greed and pleasure that shone in the girls eyes, her loud smacking, and most of all the brown smudges smeared around her mouth. She was a charming (but selfish brat) girl. If only he, too, were thirteen.

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Sorry for the shortness. Also, I'm aware that Julie Dawn Cole who played Veruca didn't like chocolate, but I thought the chocolate bit would be interesting and would lure Veruca to Dr. Marvin.