Response Time: To TheIndividualist, Well, nobody knows where the faces went. Maybe they will come back. Who knows? I certainly don't. To JOHNHAMMOND1993, One can only hope to find out. To mattTheWriter072, I plan on PM'ing at some point with some details. Not now, but I will. I will say that I do have some ideas on what to do with it. In regards to my response...I don't want to talk about it too much or I'll make myself mad again. I'm just tired of being bombarded with the same thing with the same condescending tone when I've made it clear that I don't care about it. I'm not going to bind myself to any form of a set of rules written in by one person's opinion. I will follow the guidelines, and I will do with the story as I see fit. If someone doesn't like it, I'm not going to force them. And is it not plausible that Violet can get a boost, grip the gates, scale up them and flip over the spikes like a badass, considering she's capable of amazing feats? If someone wanted to, they could scale a football goal. I did once, and I wasn't that good at scaling. And I just realized I ended up talking about it anyway. To Turrislucidus, look, I'm tired, I'm depressed, and I'm lonely. I'm in a terrible mood as of late. I know it is not an excuse, I just exploded. And I take it as an insult when I hear you talking to me like I'm an idiot. I don't want to talk about it anymore.
Chapter 3: First Faces, Now Voices!
"Must admit, I had a feeling you'd all be drawn in one way or another." Mr. Wonka stated while snickering. "But if you all want some answers, I am happy to oblige. I never expected to see you though, Mr. Bucket."
Charlie admitted, "I must say, I planned on waiting, but my Grandfather convinced me to take a quick look. Truth be told, I just wanted to find you so I could meet you."
Mr. Wonka replied, "Well, I'm flattered. It's nice to meet you all in person. So, I'd imagine you want to know about the workers?"
Charlie asked, "How did you know that?"
Mr. Wonka smiled with a faint creepiness. "I had a hunch. Still, your answer is over there." He pointed to the pint-sized workers that looked very similar to each other. They all wore red jumpsuits and had odd-looking hair. They quietly picked candies off the vegetation, drilled holes in the ground, and testing the river. "In the Chocolate Room, the Oompa-Loompas work in perfect harmony with happiness in their hearts. Now I know what you're thinking. 'What is an Oompa-Loompa?' Well they are group of people who I brought to my factory to keep them safe. They were in danger in their places of living, so I brought them here and they've worked in this factory ever since. That answers your question, I presume?"
Charlie nodded, and then Augustus asked, "My question was what kind of candy do you have?"
Wonka said, "Look around you! Tantalizing, isn't it? Have some, all of you."
Everyone gathered around and picked off some sweets. As Charlie reached for an apple, he heard a faint whisper. "Help them..."
"Help bring them back..." A cold shiver ran up Charlie's spine, and he felt immensely unnerved. "Don't trust him..."
Charlie looked around and saw no sign of people around him. "Save them before they get you..."
That's the chapter! The first few chapters start of with unsettling themes, but it will get to the horror eventually. Take care everyone!