-1AN- Okay, I have no idea if Candy's life story is that of a mary-sues. If so, then forgive me, my lovely readers. And Willy's library looks like the Beast in 'Beauty and the Beast'. And pardon Willy's OOCness, .

Chapter 4: More about Candy

'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'

Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Candice Quentin Bucket had always been somewhat of a bookworm. Everyday at school during lunchtime, she would sit down and read her to her little heart's desire. The nice librarian would bring her a new story to read every weekends. It was this that had got her into the community collage and kept her there on scholarship, much to her mother surprise.

She didn't know why her mother thought she was stupid. Her mother thought she was a lot of things about her, most bad. Every since her biological father left, her mother was always blaming her. Quite frankly, sometimes Candy blamed her too. She tried to help her mother through her farther departure, but it only ended in a fight. And when her mother met the man that would become her stepfather, she thought everything was peachy.

It was the point in Bonnie Bucket's life where the drugs and Jolene entered. She didn't what was worse, the drugs or her own cousin. When Jolene mother, Bonnie's sister, kick her out the age of 18 after catching her in a…indecent situation with a neighbor, Bonnie immediately took in her niece. Candy arrived home one day from high school to find the locks changed and a legal document stating the she had been disowned.

Every so often, usually when Uncle Bucket would persuade her mother to take her back in, she would move back into the small house she grew up in. She would only stay for a day at the most and a hour at the least. Rather her mother would insult her or Jolene would.

It was then when Candy was on her own. All alone, she looked high and low for a job and home. Imagine her luck when she found a job at a Dentist's office, a Doctor Wilbur Wonka. She made the connection immediately and quickly bonded with the man. She would bring newspaper clippings and wrappers from the new candy to him and he , in return, found her a small apartment in town with a view of the factory.

As Candy walked down the hallways with the other Wonka in her life, she could see the Willy obviously looked more like his mother. Whereas Dr. Wonka's face was a bit puffier, probably from age, Willy's was more defined. And while Dr. Wonka's eyes where brown, Willy's were almost violet in color. Dr. Wonka had often told her stories from Willy's childhood, including the day her ran away to follow his dream.

The young girl had been so wrapped up in her investigation if Willy's face, she hadn't notice that he had stopped and turned to face her. She ran straight into Willy's front and could feel herself falling down. As she braced for impact, as Charlie called it, she felt a strong hand reach out and grab her. She looked up at Willy with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, where you earlier when I fell? That was the better time to catch me, moron."

Willy frowned "A simple 'thank you, Mr. Wonka' would have sufficed. Besides, I wasn't that one wandering about in Wonderland."

Candy impishly grinned "If I am Alice, then that makes you, my good fellow, the Mad Hatter."

Willy saw a opportunity to practice his new hobby of embarrassing this girl and stated "There is a entire following of people who think The Mad Hatter and Alice would be the prefect couple. Therefore, if what you say is true and you are Alice and I am the Hatter, then you might as well being saying that we are a couple, am I right?"

Candy frowned at the candy maker "I have been mistaken, maybe I'm Alice and your Tweedle-dum! Now, for heavens sake, where is the library?"

"Oh! It's right through these doors." Willy opened a set of ornate, blue doors. As Candy walked through, her eyes widened at the vast array books in the tall, grand bookcases. She could see a fireplace with a fire blazing within it's hearth. Candy was, in lack of creative words, awestruck.

"This…"She said spinning around to face Willy "is you library? It's…enormous! It's bigger then the entire auditorium at school! Including backstage! Where did you find all these books?"

Willy looked proudly at his collection "In my travels. It had become a habit to collect as many books from every place I visited."

Candy made a weird noise in her throat "Obviously, you travel a lot. Your very lucky Mr. Wonka."

Candy walked towards a chair sitting next to the fire. It was a light purple color, with gold roses stitched onto the arm rest. It was rather large with a gold frame. She ran her fingers across the stitching. Willy walked up from behind her, twirling his cane.

"Miss Bucket, you are allowed come here anytime. The Factory is your home now, so you free to wander about on your own. And this can be your chair even!"

Candy looked up at him "Thank you, Mr. Wonka. This is such a wonderful chair… So very… purple. I love the color purple. It reminds me of grapes and I do very much love grapes."

"A common trait you and your grandmother share, I assume." Willy smirked

"Ever since I was little." Candy looked towards the first bookshelf, talking to herself, musingly "Maybe I'll start with geography…But then again psychology is always fascinating…Oh, but look at those cookbooks!"

Willy smiled softly at the girl. As she continued ramble to herself, Willy slowly slipped out the library and back towards the Buckets small shack.

~Candy P.O.V~

So many books, all about so many different things, all from so many different places that I'll never get to see. From America to Sweden to Asia, all about the different culture and food. The psychology books talked about things I've never heard of. As I continued looking, I came across a childhood favorite of mine, "Alice in Wonderland".

I turned around to tell Mr. Wonka a story of youth. I was mildly, and I'll repeat, mildly disappointed to see he had taken his leave. Just something about that man interested me. He was a like riddle, with a conundrum center, wrapped in a chocolate enigma coating. Whoa, I've spent to much time in a candy factory already.

I sighed happily as I took the book to my newly designate chair. It felt like a dream, a silky, purple dream. I opened the book up and soon was lost in the story, not noticing as the time flew by. Soon I could feel my eyelids drop down as I drifted off to sleep.

~Candy's Dreamland~

Candy stood outside Mr. Wonka's office, fishing through her strangely watch shaped purse for her keys. She was wearing a lilac purple knee-length dress with puffy sleeves and a snow white apron on over it. As she walked down the steps, she heard rustling in a random bush that appeared suddenly in front of her. Candy stepped closer to the bush and kicked it with her black mary-jane shoes.

Squealing softly, she watched as the bush rustled and a interesting sight to behold appeared.

"Oh, dear! Oh, my! I'm terribly late!" Candy's eyes widened as she watch Grandpa Joe, dressed in a white rabbit costume, crawled out from underneath the bush "Oh, my! Oh, dear! I'm very, very late!"

The Grandpa Joe rabbit started hopping towards a tree that had magically appeared. He took out a pocket watch, tapped it with his paw a few time and shoved the watch back into his waistcoat. Candy gasped loudly as her grandpa disappeared down a hole.

"Grandpa Joe! Wait, where are you going and why are you dressed as a white rabbit?" Candy shouted across the way.

Candy ran towards the area where her grandpa had gone and was met only with rabbit hole "Curious and curiouser…" she said leaning forwards toward the hole, not noticing the ground bellow her crumbling. As she leaned even further, the ground finally gave in, sending Candy down the hole screaming. Blurs of colors flew past her as she continued falling down the rabbit hole. She watched as a piano came hurling towards, screaming as it barley missed her head.

She flew by doors that stood upright on their own, tea set floating in mid-air, and rocking chairs rocking as if someone was sitting in it. As she kept falling, she could see a bright white light ahead of her. The light was getting closer and closer. Putting her arms above her head, she braced her self for impact-

~ End of Dream-

Candy could feel herself being shaken awake "Candy! Candy, wake up! Your dreaming! It's just a dream! You not falling."

Candy gasped as she shot up in the chair and came face-to-face with a greatly concerned Charlie and a semi-concerned Mr. Wonka behind him "Candy, what were you dreaming about? You were screaming and flailing your arms everywhere!"

Breathing hard, Candy didn't want to relive the nightmare portion of her dream. Candy looked up at Charlie and stared laughing "Funniest thing I will ever see, Char, Grandpa Joe in a waistcoat and rabbit ears, carrying around pocket watch. Dream or no dream, dead serious."

Charlie stared at his cousin "You surely must have gone mad while in here, Candy."

Candy stood up and closed the book "Yes, I have gone absolutely mad. Straight up crazy. Bonkers even. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Wonka?"

"Oh, absolutely mad indeed, Miss Bucket." He said taking the book from her hand, holding it so the title showed "Mad as a Hatter."

Candy smiled so softly, Willy hardly noticed it on her lips, But as he did, his pale cheeks turned red. Clearing his throat, he started walking towards the exit again, muttering something about something in the inventing room needing fixed. Looking confused and dejected, Candy asked Charlie "What is up with that man, Chars? He so…so…."

Charlie gagged "Gosh, I swear, if you saw dreamy, or hot, or whatever adjective you females could use to describe Mr. Wonka , I will puke and then pass out in my own vomit."

Candy glared down at her little cousin, trying to seem intimidating. Charlie raised his eyebrow and Candy soon was laughing "Shut up, Charlie."

Candy softly punched her cousin in the arm "Besides, I was going to say strange, confusing. One minute, it is as if though he hates me, can't stand to even look at me. Next he's joking with me and smiling at me."

"So…He's kinda like you, then?" Charlie said "You treat people differently every time you see them."

"Me and Mr. Wonka are not similar. We're polar opposites!" Candy snapped "You should at least know that by now…"

Charlie chuckled "You are such a contradiction."

"Your face, Chars…Your face."