Chesper's Adventures with Charlie and Mr. Willy Wonka
By Funazzachick
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
(I do not own Mr. Wonka, Charlie or any other character except the ones I have created. I also don't own the Chocolate Factory [starts crying] or any other place, thing, creature, plant, mineral or object that is in Roald Dahl's story.)
Chapter 29: Charlie's Chocolate Factory
The great glass elevator was now hovering high over the town. Mr. Wonka, Charlie and Chesper all stood inside.
"How I love my chocolate factory," said Mr. Wonka, gazing down. Then he paused and looked at Charlie with a serious expression. "Do you love it, Charlie?"
"Yes!" cried Charlie. "It's the most fan-tabby-hoot-y, amazing place in the whole world!"
Chesper burst out laughing, "Where did you hear that?"
"I just made it up then," shrugged Charlie with a grin. "It shall be the word of the month!"
"Definitely," then she said to Mr. Wonka, "Sorry. Please continue."
"Well I'm pleased to hear you say that," said Mr. Wonka, more seriously. He kept staring at Charlie. "Very pleased to hear that and I'll tell you why." Mr. Wonka cocked his head to one side and all at once the most adorable, heart melting smile spread across his face. He said, "You see, my boy, I've decided to give it to you. As soon as you're old enough to run it; the entire factory is yours."
Charlie stared at Mr. Wonka. Chesper opened her mouth as if to say something but not a sound came out.
"It's true," insisted Mr. Wonka, smiling broadly. "I'm really giving it to you!"
"You… you… you must be pulling our legs," muttered Chesper in shock.
"I'm not joking, Chesper," he told her, loving how her name sounded on his lips. "I'm deadly serious."
"But… but… why would you want to give your factory to Charlie?"
"Listen," Mr. Wonka said, he sounded almost sad. "I'm an old man. I'm much older than you think. I can't go on forever. I've got no children of my own, no family at all. So who's going to run the factory when I'm too old to do it myself? Someone's got to keep it going – if only for the Oompa-Loompas. Though thousands of people would kill for a chance to take it over I don't want that sort of person. I don't want an adult at all. A grown up won't listen; they won't learn. They'll try to do things their way, not mine. So it has to be a child. I want a good, sensible, loving child; one who I can tell my most precious sweet making secrets to."
"So that's why you sent out the tickets!" cried Charlie.
"Exactly," agreed Mr. Wonka. "I decided to invite six children to the factory. The one I liked at the end of the day would be the winner!"
"So Mr. Wonka, you're really going to give Charlie-" began Chesper but Mr. Wonka interrupted her.
"There's no time for arguments," he cried. "We must go and fetch the rest of the family! They can all live in the factory from now on! Everyone can help out until Charlie is old enough to do it himself! You can call me Willy as well now, since we're going to be close friends. Where do you live, Charlie?"
Chesper's heart dropped as she listened to Mr. Wonka (now 'Willy') speak. It would have been amazing to live in the factory, all the wonders she would have experienced, all the fun she would have had, not to mention being in the company of this perfect (there was just no other word for him) man. But Chesper was not a part of the Bucket family no matter how much she wished it… she wouldn't be able to come with them. So as Charlie peered through the glass floor at the snow-covered houses and said, pointing, "Over there. That tiny, little cottage right on the edge of town…" Chesper had already started preparing herself for the sadness that would come.
"I see it!" cried Willy and he pressed a few more buttons, the elevator started drifting in the right direction.
"I'm afraid my family might not be able to come," said Charlie.
"Why ever not?" asked Willy.
"Because all of my grandparents are very old and haven't been out of bed in twenty years."
"Then we'll take the bed with us!" said Willy. "There's plenty of room in here for the bed."
Charlie frowned for a moment before saying, "we won't be able to get the bed out of the house. It won't fit through the door."
"Don't despair!" cried Willy. "Nothing is impossible! Just watch!" The lift had come now to rest hovering over the roof of the Buckets' little house.
"So how are we getting the bed out of the house?" asked Chesper.
"Simple," replied Mr. Wonka pressing another button, "we're going through the roof."
"WHAT?" cried out Charlie and Chesper but it was too late.
CRASH went the lift, right down through the roof. Dust, broken tiles, bits of wood, cockroaches, spiders, bricks and cement rained down into the house. Therefore it was with extreme luck that no one was injured. There was a moment's silence that was broken by:
"I think there's someone at the door," said Grandma Georgina as she jerked awake and everyone burst out laughing.
The lift opened and Charlie rushed out. "Mother!" cried Charlie, rushing into his mother's arms, "Mum! Guess what's happened! We're all going to live in Willy's factory and we're going to help him run it and he's given it all to me and… and… and…"
"Charlie slow down," said Mrs. Bucket.
"What is going on?" called out Chesper over the racket of confused chatter. "Please be quiet and we'll explain everything."
"Who's he?" asked Grandma Josephine.
"He looks like a weirdo," grumbled Grandpa George.
"George, behave," warned Mr. Bucket.
"This," said Chesper, "Is Mr. Wonka, the greatest chocolate maker in the whole world." Everyone stared at him for a moment as he gave a shy smile and a little wave.
It took Charlie (with Chesper's help) quite a while to explain to everyone exactly what had been happening to them all day but finally they finished. The first to speak was Grandpa Joe who had gotten out of bed to shake Willy's hand.
"Are you serious?" he asked. "Do you mean we can really come and live with you?"
"Of course," said Willy easily. He was startled as Grandpa Joe suddenly hugged him and looked a bit unsure. That simple gesture set off a cascade of questions from the other grandparents and surprisingly everyone started chatting away happily.
Everyone that is, except Chesper, who was standing by the door and looking out of place. A lump came to her throat as she watched everyone… how happy they all were. She felt like she was standing on the other side of a slab of glass. She could see the Bucket family and Willy but she couldn't touch them or share their joy. What had seemed like a great idea only hours before, had now turned to bite her backside. She had lied to Willy to be able to get into the factory but now she wasn't sure it was worth it. He would surely hate her once he discovered she wasn't a Bucket at all.
"Alright everybody, get your stuff together. I want everyone to be at the factory and settled before nightfall," announced Willy. Immediately clothes began to be packed and what little possessions they had very carefully rolled into blankets.
Willy finally noticed Chesper by the door, "My dear," he began before noticing her face, "What's wrong?" The Buckets all turned towards Chesper.
Chespers face was crumpled in sadness and guilt. She couldn't bear to look into Willy's eyes as she said in a small voice, "I won't be going with you."
"Why not?" asked Willy, completely confused.
"I… I've been lying to you," whispered Chesper. A look of realization spread over Charlie's face. "I'm not Charlie's sister. I'm not even related to the Buckets."
"You're… not?" asked Willy in shock.
"I'm sorry Willy!" burst out Charlie. "We were going to tell you. Chesper isn't related to me but I wish she was. She's the sister I never had. We never meant to lie, but she deserved to go to the factory too and we thought it was the only way. Please don't be mad, it's not her fault. She didn't mean any harm."
A tense silence fell over them and Charlie stared at Willy, desperate for him to understand. Chesper was looking anywhere but at him, she was afraid to see is face. Willy stood very still, his face expressionless. He suddenly straightened and his eyebrows dipped into a frown. His eyes stared harshly at Chesper, his gloves lightly squeaked as they were clenched into fists.
"I can't live with someone I don't trust," he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. Chesper slowly raised her eyes and saw such betrayal in his gaze. Another emotion flicked briefly in his eyes, sadness. Her blood turned cold.
"You're just like all the others. Don't ever come near my factory… and I don't ever want to see you again," said Willy. Even though he spoke slowly and calmly it was worse than if he had been shouting at her, his voice icy, his happy personality had completely vanished.
"Chesper," whispered Charlie as he watched her heart break into little pieces.
A single tear ran down her cheek before she turned tails and sped out the door into the snow. A gust of bitter wind and gentle snowflakes were left in her wake.
Hey Guys!
Ok I realise that you all probably want to kill me by whacking me multiple times with Willy's cane (actually a happy death). Not just because of what I've done in this chapter but also because it's been about a month or more since I last updated this story. All I can say is that I'm SO SORRY... and I'm using Charlie as a shield, so you can't kill me!
Now as to what happens next... well, I'm figuring that out myself but things look kind of bleak for poor Chesper at the moment. Also I obviously can't give much away cause it will wreck the entire story.
To the mention and very subtle hints I've been getting to making a sequal using Roald Dahl's second story on Willy... I don't know. I personally thing the second book is completely HILARIOUS, I was laughing my face off. But the fact remanins of whether it would fit in with this version. In order for it to do so I would probably have to cut this story short on the ending so the whole mess Chesper has gotten into has been solved on the same day. But I don't know, tell me what you guys think. (BTW in case anyone's wondering [probly not], I'm Aussie so I tend to have a 'Hey mate/guys' kind of slang [random info])
This must be the longest post I've made so far, enough with my waffling.
I have no idea when the next update will be (just a warning), so please don't be mad. It's nearly the end of the school year for me and I will have the WHOLE holidays to write. But for now I'm in the middle of exams (horrified shiver).
Happy Holidays Everyone (Oh an PS. I've seen the 'New Moon' movie, really awesome and funny)
Later dudes! (& dudettes)
