A/N: I'm postive that you all deserve this chapter along with Chapter 12, as an extra of course, this is for waiting whilst things have been going on with the computer. But, don't worry, as soon as my Dad does whatever he needs to do up here (I had already did this chapter before he restarted/rebooted the computer), I will be back with Chapter 13. Hope all goes well and I hope you like these chapters :)


Charlie and the Chocolate Factory-The Loneliest Abyss

Chapter 12- Garbage Chute Trip

Isabella's POV


We were now walking down a corridor, since the boat was unavailable. I wonder what room we were headed to next. "Mr. Wonka?" I heard Charlie question. He was really coming out of his shell since arriving here.

"Yeah?" Willy responded.

"Why did you decide to let people into the factory?" He questioned. I wanted to know too. It seemed odd that after so many years someone who banned people from his factory would suddenly let people back in.

"Well, so they could see the factory, of course." Willy said. I raised an eyebrow, something felt off about his answer. There was probably more to it than that.

"But why now? And why only five?" Charlie didn't get an answer because Mike interrupted with, "What's the special prize and who gets it?" Willy smiled and continued on down the hall, "The best kind of prize is a SUR-prize." He laughed at his joke and I couldn't help but smile at it. I then watched as Veruca came forwards, "Will Violet always be a blueberry?" She questioned. I frowned a little, I hope not. I then looked at Willy as he answered.

"No. Maybe, I don't know." He said with a frown before smiling again. "But that's what you get from chewing gum all day, it's just disgusting." He pouted as he said this. I couldn't help but think it was..what's the word?...uh...adorable, yeah, that's the word.

"If you hate gum so much, why do you make it?" Mike questioned.

I looked at him, "I'm sure that Willy here isn't the only person who makes things he doesn't like. You have to appeal to the people, not just yourself." Willy nodded, "Yeah, what Isabella said." I didn't notice the smile Charlie had, or what it was for, but I did notice the glare Tricia was giving me. She's probably planning something now...how wonderful.

"Can you remember the first candy you ever ate?" Charlie questioned. I looked at him as he said this, "Charlie, I told you not to ask so many personal questions...see." I said pointing to Willy, who was now still and looking off somewhere. Charlie smiled, sheepishly, "Sorry...I forgot." He said. I sighed and shook my head. I then waited until Willy came out of his little reverie, which took less time to come out of than the others. "I'm sorry...I was having a flashback..." He said dreamily, he was obviously still out of it. I gave him a worried look.

"I see." Mr. Salt said before pulling his daughter back a step with him. "These flashbacks happen often?" Willy smiled, "Increasingly...today..." He said before going on down the hallway. We then arrived at a room labeled 'Nut Sorting Room.' I watched as Mr. Salt's expression brightened, "Ah..this is a room I know all about." He then reached into his jacket and pulled out a card."For you see, Mr. Wonka, I, myself, am in the nut business." He handed Willy the card, who threw it behind his shoulder when Mr. Salt wasn't looked. I held back a chuckle.

"Are you using the Havermax Four Thousand to do your sorting?" Mr. Salt questioned, not noticing what Willy just did. Willy, who I figured wasn't listening, looked at the man "No...ha-ha, you're really weird." He then went into the room. We all followed behind him. Once we got inside I immediately noticed the workers were...different than the others...they were squirrels.

"Squirrels." Veruca said happily moving to the railing. Willy looked at her, "Yeah, squirrels." He said like there wasn't anything odd at all with it. "These squirrels are specially trained to get the nuts out of the shells."

"Why not use Oompa Loompas?" Mr. Salt questioned. Willy looked at him, "Because, only the squirrels can get the whole walnut out every time." Now it made sense, "You see how they tap each one with their little knuckled to make sure it's not bad?" He then pointed to a particular squirrel, "Oh look, I think that one's got a bad nut." Sure enough, it did, because the nut was then thrown back and down the hole in the middle of the floor.

"Daddy, I want a squirrel. Get me one of those squirrels, I want one." Veruca said, or ordered, to her father. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Mr. Salt, who looked like he didn't really want to give her one. "Veruca, dear, you have many marvelous pets at home." He responded. I looked on somewhat amused.

"But all I've got at home is one pony, two dogs, four cats, six bunny rabbits, two parakeets, three canaries, a green parrot, a turtle, and a silly old hamster. I want a squirrel!" I stared at her after she named all those pets. Wow...

"I bet she doesn't even feed them." I whispered to Willy. He nodded in agreement with me.

"Alright, pet. Daddy will get you a squirrel just as soon as he possibly can." Mr. Salt said. I shook my head, feeling sorry for the older man, he was obviously avoiding asking Willy for a squirrel, which is what Veruca obviously wanted. "But I don't want just any old squirrel. I want a trained squirrel." Veruca said confirming my thoughts. I turned away from them at that moment, I heard Mr. Salt sigh in a "I'm giving up" kind of way. Poor, poor, man...

"Very well." He said, "Mr. Wonka, how much do you want for one of these squirrels? Name your price." I looked at Willy at this. He had a smile on his face, but it wasn't a "I'm going to let you have one" kind of smile. I knew someone was about to get angry.

"Oh, they're not for sale." He replied, "And she can't have one." Veruca's smile dropped and turned to her father, "Daddy." She said with a " I'm warning you" tone. I could tell that Mr. Salt didn't know what to do now. Then a voice came out of nowhere saying. "I'm sorry darling." It was Willy impersonating Mr. Salt, "Mr. Wonka is being unreasonable." I chuckled a little and he smiled at me for it.

"Well, if you won't get me a squirrel, I'll get one myself." Veruca said before ducking under the railing. She then walked down the stairs. "Veruca." Mr. Salt said hoping to bring her back. She ignored him though. "Little girl." Willy helped. And he was also ignored. I watched as she looked around before she closed in on one of the squirrels. "Veruca!" Mr. Salt said with a little more authority. I sighed, it wasn't going to work.

"Little girl..." Will warned again. "Don't touch that squirrels nuts! It'll make him crazy!" And he was once again ignored. There was silence as Veruca began to lean forwards towards the squirrel "I'll have you." Then it all began. I watched as all the squirrels leaped off their stools and ran towards her. I felt sorry for her. Mr. Salt, worried for this daughter, then began to shake the railing. He then looked at Willy, as did I. I watched as he took out a ring, of well..a lot of keys. I raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing?" I mouthed to him. Once Mr. Salt turned back to Veruca, he smiled and winked as if saying "You'll see."

I then turned back towards Veruca, trying to figure out what Willy's game was here. Ever since the beginning all the...oh... "He's getting rid of the bad children to see who would be left...I guess whomever is left is the one who get's the prize." I thought glad to have figured it out. I was beginning to think Willy was a little bit of a psychopath, you know? Anyways, tuning back in, I watched as a squirrel knocked on Veruca's head, the others had her pinned down.

"What are they doing?" Charlie questioned. I could tell that he was worried. I placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. I was certain that Willy wouldn't let anything happen to the children, well nothing too horrible that is.

"They're testing to see if she's a bad nut." Willy answered. The squirrel then made a noise and looked at him, "Oh my goodness...she is a bad nut after all." He said. I could tell that he wasn't so surprised. I then watched as they began to lift Veruca off the ground and towards the hole in the middle of the room.

"Where are they exactly taking her?" I questioned, a little worried now. Willy didn't look at me, "To the Garbage Chute." He answered. "And where does the garbage chute go?" Mr. Salt questioned a lot more worriedly.

"To the incinerator..." Willy said in a dreamy voice. I couldn't help but take a step away from him, as did Charlie. "But don't worry, we only light it on Tuesdays." This is when everyone looked at him."Today is Tuesday." Mike revealed. I noted the small glare Willy gave him before turning back to the scene at hands, "Well, there's always the chance that they decided not to light it today." He said this rather nervously.

We all then watched as Veruca was thrown down the chute. I winced as she screamed till we heard nothing. Then the squirrels continued to do their work. I looked at Willy as if to say, "Do something." He nodded. "Okay, she may be stuck in the chute just below the top. If that's the case, all you have to do is reach in and pull her out." He said whilst demonstrating with his fingers, "Okay?" He then opened the tiny door, letting Mr. Salt go through it, before closing it with a sly look in his eyes.

"I'm so glad that I know why he's doing all this." I thought. If not well...

As Mr. Salt decended down the stair, we watched...then I heard some singing, or humming. The Oompa Loompas were singing again. I was listening to the song whilst paying attention to Mr. Salt, when I felt someone move next to me. I looked to see Tricia standing there. I moved to the side, not wanting to be anywhere near her. But I still wondered what she was up to. She hasn't spoken since the invention room and the chocolate room, and that was only a few words.

"Mr. Wonka..or can I call you Willy?" She questioned. I pretended that I wasn't listening but I really was.

"Er...Mr. Wonka is fine." He said. I almost chuckled, but didn't, though I did give a small smile. I felt special knowing that I was the only person who could call him that here. "Oh..." Tricia said. "I wanted to know who came up with the songs that these...what are they called?"

"Oompa Loompas." Willy answered.

"Yeah...them...who comes up with the songs?" She questioned. Willy was about to answer, probably, when Charlie interrupted.

"I'm going to guess that the Oompa Loompas do." Charlie said. I looked down at him and he gave me a smile. I tilted my head in a "What are you planning?" sort of way. Charlie wasn't the type to interrupt someone, he was obviously up to something. But what? What?

"Yeah, the Oompa Loompas do." Willy confirmed, I saw how uncomfortable he looked now. I felt sorry for him, once again, for no man should have to deal with Tricia's advances.

"Oh, well whomever hired them must be a super genius." She said. Can she be more obvious?I then paused my thoughts.

"Why do I care if she's flirting with him?" I thought realizing what I was doing. "She's not going to get him, not that I care, so I shouldn't care for what she's doing." I then tuned back into the song, trying to tune out the conversation beside me.


-Charlie's POV-


As I was listening to the conversation between Mr. Wonka and the other woman, I couldn't help but look at Isabella as this went on. From the way she was clutching the railing, and from how tense she looked (Only he could really tell), it was obvious she was bothered by something.

"And it can't be what happened to Veruca and Mr. Salt." I thought, seeing as how she didn't act like this with the other accidents. So it had to be what was going on with Tricia and Mr. Wonka. She was probably jealous but didn't want to admit it. It was the type of thing she'd do. How do I know? Well, she can't be my favorite cousin if I didn't know how to read her emotions or anything like that, right? Right. Even if we just met recently, it still came naturally.

"Hm...I'll have to help out someway." I thought. It was obvious that Mr. Wonka returned some of the feelings she probably had, even if he didn't realize it himself, so I had to bring them together somehow, someway. "But how?" I thought. I'd have to think quickly before the end of the tour.