Author's Notes: Hey guys! Thanks so much for your feedback! mattTheWriter and Sonny April, I'm glad you guys like it so far but it wasn't my intention at all of being too similar to those fics you mention (btw I enjoy your stories very much). There's no new contest or ticket finders here, it's just a reunion of the original kids and I've always wondered what became of the 1971 kids. But, I'm gonna try to make it as different and unique as possible. Thanks for letting me know about it and I really appreciate it. JOHNHAMMOND1993, I'm glad you're liking it as well and you are absolutely right! Willy is very much afraid that Mike and the girls will seek revenge against him and Charlie. Individualist, Turrislucidious and Wolfy, I'm glad you are enjoying it and so, you will find out what will happen next very shortly. Now, on with the story! :)
Within the busy streets of Los Angeles, 31 year-old Violet Langdon sat in the mostly empty gym and glanced at the clock, which read 5:30 PM. She let out a faint sigh of relief after a busy day filled with yoga and fitness classes she taught was finally over. Once the last of her clients left, Violet walked into her cluttered but small office, ready to arrive home. Her desk and shelves were filled with various trophies, cheap motivational posters, a giant boombox, cassettes, a rubix cube, and framed pictures of her two small children: Kevin and Ashley.
The former gum enthusiast had not chewed a single piece of gum or blueberries since her visit to the factory. Just looking at advertisements for gum or blueberries made Violet sick to her stomach and she left the grocery shopping to her husband. After she left the factory with her father, her skin was miraculously restored back to her original color from a month's worth of blood transfusion therapy.
Once she quit chewing gum, she turned to sports and weight-lifting instead, much to her father's happiness. Violet moved to Los Angeles after high school to experience the city life and had no intention of running her father's still-operating car dealership back in Miles City.
"Oh, that's just freaking fantastic..." Violet sarcastically huffed to herself as she drove into the heart of rush hour traffic, which was worse than usual.
The drive home seemed like and eternity for the muscular, poofy-haired woman. The sky was pitch black by the time she reached her tiny Spanish-style house. The blueberry girl loudly groaned as she walked out of her car and walked into the laundry room.
Loud barking had sounded from a distance as Violet heard the family's jack russell terrier charging towards her.
"Hey Bronx! How ya doing dude?" she sweetly asked the dog as he licked all over her purplish-pink face.
Violet let out a huge smile.
"Vi! How did work go?" her husband Brian asked her from behind.
The lanky, ginger-haired man let out a warm smile and tightly hugged his wife.
"Pretty busy today and whew! It was quite a workout for me today! It was a calorie bonfire today!" Violet exclaimed as she let out a snort-like laugh.
She heard both of her children loudly shrieking from afar.
"What's going on with the kids?" Violet questioned, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, you know. They're ju-"
Before Brian could finish, he flinched as a stream of water struck him in the face.
"Kevin! For the last time, don't squirt those damn things in the house! Let alone your father!" Violet snapped.
The six year-old boy stood on the reddish-brown sofa, clutching a green super soaker with a smirk.
"Cool it, mother! I'm having fun here!" Kevin yelled as he leapt of the sofa and darted into the kitchen.
Violet bit her lip and looked at her mischievous son, who was nearly a spitting image of herself as a child.
"Don't use that tone of voice!" Brian shouted, brushing his wet red bangs aside.
As Violet chased her son down, she nearly crashed into her four-year old daughter, who was carrying a large stack of envelopes.
"Oh my God Ashley! You scared me! Where'd ya get those?" she asked, catching her breath.
"I got the mail because daddy forgot to do it!" Ashely blurted out.
Brian's pale face blushed in shame.
"Sorry..." he muttered.
Violet quickly scanned the massive pile that contained many bills, magazines, and unwanted advertisements. As she revealed the bottom most envelope, she loudly gasped and dropped the letter.
"Vi! Are you alright?!" Brian asked with deep concern.
Violet's face turned ashen as she looked at the large, light purple that was addressed to her lying flat onto the black and white tile floor. She nervously glanced at the signature "W", which brought her back the awful memories.
"Oh my God. That bastard's got the nerve to send me something! After I turned into a freaking blueberry!" Violet screamed.
Kevin and Ashley walked towards their terrified mother in curiosity. Violet shakily picked up the purple envelope and looked at her name.
"How the hell did he know I was married and living in LA?!" she shouted.
"Who did?" Ashley asked.
"Mr..."
"You mean that evil candyman who turned mom into a blueberry! Open the letter!" Kevin piped up.
Violet blocked out her children's voices and was shaking so hard opening the envelope that she nearly dropped it twice. Once she finally managed to open the purple envelope, a small wad of blue gum leapt at her. The former gum enthusiast flinched at the sight of the gum, as if a black widow spider was about to attack her.
"That sick bastard! What the hell is this, some kind of a sick joke!?" Violet yelled as she began to stomp on the gum.
Seconds later, she saw herself back in the Inventing Room, gradually swelling up into a blueberry. Mike poked her in the belly with curiosity and the oompa loompas sang their horrible song as she was helplessly rolled into the juicing room. Her stomach ached badly and felt nauseous, fearing for her life. Moments later, she was in the dimly-lit juicing room, with a dozen of needles poking her swollen and blue body as her despondent father looked on. After what seemed like hours, Violet was no longer swollen but her skin was stained a bright blue.
"Is that the best you can do you little freaks?! Tell your buddy Wonka that he will be sued without a doubt!" Mr. Beauregarde screamed at the orange-skinned creatures as tears welled up in Violet's eyes. Not replying to Mr. Beauregarde's threat, the oompa loompas gestured father and daughter back into the seemingly silent foyer, where they happened to meet up with the Gloops. Augustus was covered in head-to-toe drying chocolate, sobbing uncontrollably and trembling. He did not eat a single drop of the chocolate that was caked on him. His mother gently placed her hand onto his chocolate soaked shoulder. The German boy looked at Violet and loudly gasped.
"What happened to you?!" Augustus cried in this thick accent.
"I don't wanna talk about it, dude." Violet curtly replied.
"I-I'm so scared! I could have been boiled alive there!" he shakily yelled.
Violet let out a sigh.
"Just be thankful you didn't! But hey, look at it this way. We're safe now..." she coaxed as a vile stench filled the air that made both her and Augustus gag.
Veruca and her father walked in, both decorated in rotting garbage and furious looks were etched on their faces. Flies danced over their heads and Veruca furiously swatted at them. Violet slightly smirked at the enraged girl.
"What are you smirking at?! May I ask you why you look like a blue mutant?" she taunted, pointing directly at the blueberry girl.
"Shut up you twit and you know exactly why! You have no idea the hell I just went through!"
Veruca's rancid face reddened.
"Oh really? At least you're not covered in rubbish and are you always gonna be blue? Well you deserved it, bitch..."
"That's quite enough Veruca..." Mr. Salt seethed.
To everyone's surprise, Augustus gave the spoilt girl a death stare.
"Leave her alone. You are a very mean person!" he shouted.
Veruca paused in shock and then smirked.
"Awe... look at the brainless oaf standing up to that-"
"Vi! Violet! Are you okay?!" Brian's voice interrupted as his wife found herself back in present day.
He and both children all looked at her in concern.
"Y-yeah! I'm fine!" Violet lied.
Seconds later, a folded white letter slid out of the envelope.
"Oh great! He's got something else! What is it!?"
Ashley bent over and picked it up. She looked at the letter.
"It's just a letter, mommy. No more gum!" Ashley sweetly told her mother.
Violet let out a sigh of relief.
"Are you gonna read it?" Kevin eagerly asked.
Violet hesitated and stared at the neatly folded white piece of paper.
"Don't you remember how that Bucket kid helped you out? That's why you're not blue!" Brian blurted out.
Violet then thought back when she saw Willy and Charlie walk into the foyer. After the Salts and the Gloops were dismissed and humiliated in public, Violet and her father, along with the Teevees refused to leave the factory until she and Mike were fixed. She remembered when Charlie stared at her and Mike in shock.
"Why are you still here? The contest is over. Would you kindly join the Gloops and the Salts outside?" Willy told the American families.
"We are not leaving until Mike is back to normal size!" Mrs. Teevee protested as her ten foot tall son looked down and nodded with agreement.
The once tiny cowboy nearly touched the ceiling and was about as thin as a sheet of paper.
"Yeah! I can't have a blueberry for a daughter!" Mr. Beauregarde chimed.
Willy closely scanned at the deformed children.
"Hmm...looks like there's some blueberry residue in her body and not enough blood. I don't know if there's anything we can do about it." the chocolatier replied.
Suddenly, an idea popped into Charlie's head.
"Wait! Mr. Wonka! They can be fixed! All Violet needs is some extra blood in her to get her normal color back and you can put Mike back into Wonkavision and shrink him again! Remember that giant bar you showed us, that thing was massive, longer than ten feet! That way, Mike will be back to his normal size!"
Violet and Mike both let out huge smiles. Willy looked at Charlie in surprise and then looked at Violet and Mike. He sighed.
"I'm afraid we can't resend Mike through Wonkavision. If we do, he'll be no taller than an inch, like before. But, we have good news for Violet though. I suppose she can get blood transfusions to rid of the blueberry juice but she needs to go to a hospital to do so."
Violet smiled with pure happiness as a group of oompa loompas gestured her and her father back into the factory while Charlie was still discussing with Willy about Mike in the foyer. She recalled the oompa loompas taking her to the very back of the factory and escorted her into a Wonka truck. Once they got into the hospital, the oompa loompas wrapped one of Willy's spare purple scarf around her face and gloves over her hands to shield her from the media.
The nurse yelled in shock upon first seeing Violet's condition. The former gum enthusiast responded extremely well to her first blood transfusion, already changing her blue skin into a lighter shade of purple. She and her father stayed behind for two weeks in order to receive more blood transfusions. By the time they flew back to Miles City, her skin was a light pink, as if she had a sunburn for a month before her old color was finally restored.
Violet was forever thankful for Charlie's suggestion for it spared her a lifetime of humiliation. She gulped and slowly opened Willy and Charlie's letter. It read:
Dear Mrs. Langdon,
Congratulations on your successful career and marriage. We heard that all of that blueberry juice is out of your system and hopefully you've learned your lesson in the Inventing Room. Hopefully you aren't still chewing any gum! October 1st will mark the 20th anniversary of the original tour. We invite you and your fellow runner-ups to a special tour of the factory in honor of the milestone. You will see out latest creations and will conclude with special dinner. We can guarantee that no accidents will occur. Please RSVP anytime between now and September 25th. We hope to see you in our world of pure imagination once more. Be there at 10 AM sharp.
Sincerely,
Willy Wonka and Charlie Bucket
Violet's face turned pale she and reread it.
"What does it say?" Brian asked.
"Wonka's inviting me and the other ticket finders back into the factory with a new tour." Violet replied.
"Really? Are you going to RSVP?"
Violet reread the letter one last time.
"I think so. I never got to thank Charlie for what he did for me, but I'm really nervous to go back there. Hopefully he won't take us back into that room and that godforsaken boat ride! I still get nightmares from that! Plus, I'm hoping that it'll be just Mike and me, I absolutely do not want to see that British nutcase again!" she yelled, dreading the thought of seeing the Inventing Room and Veruca again.
Violet then thought of how she could of possibly been bright blue for the remainder of her life.
"After all, Charlie seemed like really a nice guy on the tour..." she thought to herself and sighed.
"You know what, I'll go and make an appearance. It'll be my chance to apologize for what I did twenty years ago. Then I'll definitely ditch it early on though." Violet declared.