Uggg... Its September, and that means it is back to school and back to having to talk to people... yay

Anyway, enjoy the update, cause now that school has started, I honestly do not know how common they will be...

*I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory*


Everyone piled off the boat, with surprisingly unamused eyes. How the hell are these people not in total shock. I mean for me, this room is bigger than my whole house. And the lights, in my house, there is one dimly lit bulb in the center of my house, not, a million different colored lights. And all the other little eye catching gadgets, mixed with the alluring smell of candy, this place was like a heaven for me.

Like a film was covering my eyes, lifted, everything hit me. I was really here. In Mr. Wonka's factory seeing all of these things. I found the ticket. I met the man himself. This is all... freaking wrong. Why the hell did I even win? It doesn't make any sense. How in gods name does a person who buys only one bar of chocolate deserve to win? It just makes no sense.

"Well everyone," Mr. Wonka's voice cut through the room, "this room is very important, it's where I do most of my inventing. So go look around, just don't touch anything." He sent us off with his signature hand flip and everyone scattered.

Too many things, I began walking around, what should I do? "Charlie," an annoyingly high voice that could only belong to that dense blonde, "wait up!" She caught up to me, a huge smile plastered on her face, "We haven't talked since the way beginning."

Since you groped me? "Yeah," I said, "we haven't." Stay on her good side Charlie.

"Oooo," she squealed, "look at that," she pointed at a giant tank of water, with Oompa Loompas diving in it, furiously trying to catch colored balls that were being shot into the tub. "Mr. Wonka," Violet called, catching the man's attention, "What are these things?"

He walked over, also gaining the attention of Veruca and Mike with their respective dads, Those," he started, walking and stopping next to me, "are everlasting gobstoppers," he picked a pink one from the Loompa that came up, and grasped it between his slender index finger and thumb.

"Well what do they do?" Veruca, whined in her obnoxious British accent that put all of us to shame. Her eyes were cast hard on the man, as if she were his superior.

Wonka bit his lip gently before fishing out his Cue Cards again, "These are everlasting gobstoppers, they are for children who are given very little allowance money," he paused and looked up at me slightly. I guess he remembered the whole conversation about me having no money, and then he continued, "You can suck on it all year and it will never get any smaller. Isn't that neat?" He ended with a slight giggle as he putting his cards away.

The girl on my arm decided to open her mouth and say something stupid, "So, its kinda like gum?"

The smile was wiped off of Mr. Wonka's face, "No, gum is for chewing and if you try and chew on one of these things you will break all your teeth out. Oh, but they sure do taste terrific." He smiled and walked off, still looking at the candy like it was his only love.

Everyone followed him to the next table, and Violet, unhappy with my slow pace, detached from my arm, and raced to be next to Mr. Wonka. "And this," the man said leaning onto a table, "is hair toffee. You suck on one of these little buggers and a whole crop of hair will sprot out of your head. Oh and a mustache, or a beard."

"You can make candy that does that?" I asked aloud, "that is amazing."

Mr. Wonka smiled brightly and looked me in my eyes, "You really think so Charlie?"

"But," Mike interrupted, a slight frown on his face, "who would want a beard?" His negativity was flourishing through the room, why would anyone question Mr. Wonka?

But Mr. Wonka had an answer for the jerk, "Well, rednecks for one, folk singers and motorbike riders. All those hip jazzy neat super grooving kids. It's in the fridge daddio, are you hap to the jive? Can you dig what I'm layin' down? I know that you could. Slide me some skin, soul brother!"

Mike just looked up at Wonka like he was scared, and Mr. Wonka just sighed, "Well there still are some minor problems with the formula," his gaze went over to a Loompa with long, overgrown hair. "Hi, how are you doing today?" He smiled down at the Loompa who just gave him a thumbs up.

Then, something caught Mr. Wonka's eye as a glimmer shone in it, "And over here is something really great." he walked over to a giant machine, pressed a button and once again fished out his cue cards, "This will be the end to all cooking and cleaning. The ends of pots and pans. Just have a stick of Wonka's amazing chewing gum to get a three course meal. This particular stick is Tomato soup, Roast Beef and baked potatoes, and blueberry pie."

Out from the machine came out a single stick of gum, which Violet lustfully snachted."Sounds like my kind of gum." She said licking her lips.

"Umm, little girl," Mr. Wonka began as she popped the gum into her mouth. I found it funny how he referred to the bust teen as a child even though she was practically an adult, "I wouldn't do that you see. There are still one or two things that-"

He was cut off by the girl's talking, "Aww its sweet that you're worrying about me Wonky," 'Wonky's' face contorted at the obnoxious nickname, "but I can handle this. I was the champion gum chewer since I was ten years old. And I will be the first person to have a three course gum meal." Mr. Wonka got a sly look in his eyes and I swear a smirk crossed his soft features for a second before fading.

"Violet," I began, using the girl's first name for the first time, "Maybe you should listen to Mr. Wonka he knows-" The look in Wonka's face was one of complete fear, and something tells me is not unaware of the side effects of his gum. I mean did she not see the hair toffee?

"Wow the tomato soup!" she smiled, ""I can feel it running down my throat. Oo its warm too." She kept chewing, "Oh wow Roast Beef and baked potatoes. Crispy skin and butter. It tastes so good."

Frantically, Mr. Wonka pleaded, "Yeah, now spit it out. Before you get to the-"

"Wow Blueberry Pie, and ice cream" the girl moaned chewing, "it tastes so good."

"What's happening to her nose?" Veruca asked, a question forming in her snotty eyes.

Wonkas face made an O shape while Veruca's father said, "You're turning blue."

Mike's father, who was in total awe shock muttered, "Her whole nose has gone blue."

Fearfully now, but still chewing, Violet looked me right in the eye, "Charlie what is happening to me?"

Unsure of what to say, I just looked down and I was relieved when Mr. Wonka spoke up for me, "Well I had told you it wasn't right, cause it goes a little funny when it goes to the desert, with the blueberry pie, I'm terribly sorry," desperately, like how a kid reaches for a toy he really wants, Mr. Wonka grabbed my hand and led me down to a place where I'm guessing we won't get hurt.

We were in a small cranny, that seemed as if it could be bullet proof or bomb proof. "What is going on?" I whispered to Mr. Wonka. Whose eyes were glazed over as he looked at me.

"I warned her Charlie," he moaned, "but why don't people listen?" His eyes held so much question, but also, a strange darkness. This darkness, though not evil, was very unsettling. Mr. Wonka sure as hell had a dark side. I felt his hand resting on top of mine, which seemed to become a common trend for this place. I'll have to ask someone about it later. Normally I would just take my hand away from the contact, but since Mr. Wonka seemed to be having a moment, I decided to ignore it.

I turned my attention, and watched as Violet's whole body glossed over with the shade of dark blue. It was almost like some invisible painter was smothering the blue all over her body. As her hair and jumpsuit began to change, the next phase of the transformation began, At first only her tits and waist inflated, swelling up as if an air pump was being used. I glanced over to both of the dads, who looked as if they were, enjoying it. Sickos, I thought. Then her midsection began inflating as well. She kept growing until her legs failed her, and she was just a rolling ball of liquid.

I looked over to Wonka, who just had a look of pure disgust on his face, "Does this always happen?" I asked, not exactly sure if I wanted to hear the answer.

He just nodded, "Yeah, I have tested this on like 20 Oompa Loompas and all of them have turned into blueberries." Why didn't you give her more warning then, is it like Agustus, you wanted them to make the right choices for themselves? What kind of game are you playing at Wonka? Wonka looked down at me, as he was standing up, and I got the feeling that we should go back to the group.

We were back with as others as it finally appeared that she was done growing, that was the good thing. The bad thing, was that she was about the size of a whale. "How am I suppose to compete?" The blueberry girl's voice was muffled, and her face was near impossible to see. Why the hell is she so concerned about that now? Shouldn't she be thinking of other things?

Veruca made a suggestion, "Why don't you enter a county fair?" Mr. Wonka seemed amused by the comment, while a muted sigh of anger could be heard from the blueberry girl.

Then like with Agustus, out of seemingly nowhere, music flowing into the room. I looked around to see the Oompa Loompas prepare for yet another "amusing" song. Then from the steam, the Loompas came out of the smoke singing:

Listen close,and listen hard, the tale of Violet Beauregarde.

This dreadful girl she sees no wrong...

Chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing all day long.

Chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing all day long

(At this point the Oompa Loompas starting pushing her and dancing on her, while Mr. Wonka smiled and danced along.)

She goes on chewing till at last, her chewing muscles grow so fast,

And for her face a giant chin, sticks out just like a violin...

Chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing all day long

For years and years she chew away,

her jaws get stronger every day.

And with one great tremendous chew...

they bite poor girl's tongue in two.

And that is why we try so hard, to save

Miss Violet Beauregarde

Chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing all day long.

Once the song had ended, Violet was pushed away, her shrill screams fading as she was rolled away. "What's going to happen to her?" I asked, still freaked out the that disco from hell.

"Oh," Wonka said slightly disinterested, "She's going to go to the juicing room." How could any human say this so nonchalantly. With not even a bit of guilt? He just turned a girl into a blimp, and he does not feel anything.

"What?" I asked sharply, his answer taking me by surprise "But why?"

"Why must you always question my decisions Charlie?" He looked me darkly in the eye before sighing, "if the juice is not squeezed out of her like a pimple," he chuckled darkly, "things will not go good."

I don't know if he could see the fear in my eyes, but, just what has this guy seen? Has he ever seen the results of not juicing this experiment? And I am not being rude to him, am I? I am just concerned for these people's safety. Its not like I'm calling him dumb. I am just worried. No one deserves to be forgotten, or not cared about. Hell, half the time, I am defending him when people are being a jerk to him. I just don't understand him at all. Sometimes he acts like a kid, and other times he acts like he is the ruler of the universe!


And that was that... I am considering starting another story, but I don't know what it will be about yet, so if you want to I am going to be starting a poll, and there you will see all the ideas I have,

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Royal~