BETA By: xxbutterflypunkbellexx. Enjoy!
Alive!
Three Weeks following his proclamation, he descended the step ladder into the "sub-inventing" room, where the lights were dimmed, the room held a very rich scent of chocolate and licorice and the sound of drilling and scraping could be heard. In the center of the sub, was the work bench that looked freakishly like a dentist chair. Oompa Loompas crowded around the bench with scalpels, wires and other sculpting tools, carving at something a creamy white color. On one of the walls, a worker was straining over something that looked like very thin red licorice ropes, while another was flame blowing what appeared to be small glass balls. Mr. Wonka took in all of the productive work with satisfactory and carefully walked over to the main bench in the middle of the room, trying not to step on any Oompa Loompas.
Chunks of Porcelain-like white chocolate met his eyes, along with one of his workers sculpting a fragile hand out of one of the chunks. A slim torso, a leg and part of the head had been finished already and looked marvelous! It really looked like severed parts of a real person's body.
IV bags in a corner held a thick dark red liquid in them; a substance he knew wasn't blood, but rather Raspberry sauce. If he was to make a living person of candy and chocolate, he would do it the right way. All bodily fluids and parts would not be made of blood sweat and tears, but rather raspberry sauce and cream soda.
"The work looks marvelous! Keep it up!" the workers didn't glance up from their tasks at hand, but simply nodded. He ascended back up the ladder with rising spirits.
"Mr. Wonka," he started at the voice, almost loosing his grip on the ladder rungs and plummeting back down into the sub. He let out a small yelp and looked up to see Charlie's glowing face.
"Charlie m'boy, Is everything alright?" he said in a strained voice. He tried to rush up the ladder as fast as possible and lead Charlie away. But, the boy was able to get in a quick glance down the ladder hole to the room below.
"What's going on down their Mr. Wonka?" he looked back up at Willy who's face definitely told Charlie it was top secret.
"Oh nothing, nothing at all," he gave a timid laugh and tried to divert the conversation. "What brings you here?"
Charlie looked at him questioningly but shrugged it off. He knew better than to let curiosity get the better of him, especially around Willy Wonka. "I just wanted to know how that lick-able wallpaper was coming along." He lied, so the chocolatier wouldn't think him curious of anything. Which he was curious; he was very interested about what was going on in the sub-inventing room. He looked at the gleaming yellow shell of the sub, under the aquamarine blue water. A lot of activity could be seen though the windows, though it was unclear what all the commotion was about.
"Oh, they're coming along just fine. I was actually thinking of some new flavors…" they both went along in the day as they always did, talking of new flavors and confections that would shock and awe and world. But, the happenings in the sub-inventing room stuck in Charlie's mind, not wanting to let go. And it would stay that way, until he finally found out what was going on.
The big day had come at last! After two painstaking months (with hold-ups on other inventions and dilemmas with what her eyes would consist of and other small problems,) she had finally been complete. He looked down upon the frail form of the woman, who if anyone else had seen they would think she was a real human being who was sleeping. A dress made of pink cotton candy and closely resembled that of Alice in Wonderland was dawned upon her. She had the darkest red hair made of the thinnest licorice rope he had ever made before; it truly looked like real hair! If her eyes were open, you would have white sugar-crystallized eyes with dark chocolate irises staring back at you with both fierceness and a sweet softness. And pale lips that had a thin layer of milk chocolate over them for a bit of color.
She really did look like a person, but made of candy! It was a miracle she had come out as flawless as she did. Or at least in Mr. Wonka's eyes she was pure confection perfection. Now, only one problem came to mind; How to awaken her.
Yes, that would be a big dilemma alright. But, there wasn't anything Willy Wonka couldn't handle! He had made her entire system like a real human. Wouldn't that mean she could be brought to life like one? And what was one thing to start a heart's pulse?
Now as the year pressed into spring, it was normal for lightning storms to occur frequently. He had stopped all activity one night to have as many Oompa Loompas at hand in the electricity room. Now as you may wonder the electricity room is exactly what it sounds like. Used for electricity and that was just what he needed to get her little raspberry sauce heart to start beating, once that was done, everything else would fall into place.
His Candy Girl was lying on a white table peacefully. Her eyes were closed and she looked just as pale as ever. Cracks of thunder could be heard above, them signaling that it would be any second now.
The Chocolatier wheeled the table underneath what looked like a large metal syringe protruding out of the white ceiling, and pointed the tip right at the girl's heart. At one of the control tables, an Oompa Loompa sat busily pressing buttons and turning switches. Both he and Mr. Wonka looked up at each other and nodded in unison. Mr. Wonka slowly stood back as a buzzing sound came from the machine. He looked on through his bug-eyed glasses as the machine's buzzing crescendo into a roar, and electric waves pulsed up and down the needle. Another loud crack of thunder was heard and the needle's electrical waves gave off a blinding white light that shot into the girl's heart. Her chest rose slightly from the table, but rested once more when the light receded. The machine's buzzing faded and died out, leaving the room quiet and darker than before.
Mr. Wonka removed his glasses and looked at the girl with anticipation. He slowly walked over to her looking at the excess electromagnetic shock running up and down her body. He put a hand over her heart, receiving a zap! He jumped back in surprise and frowned at the Oompa Loompa who was now giggling. He looked back to his girl and had thought he saw her twitch. Now looking hopeful, he checked her pulse and breathing, but to no avail. She was just as lifeless as before.
He gave a big sigh frustration; something you usually didn't hear him do. For once he felt he should just give up; another thing he rarely did. When the feeling of being let down washed over him, he thought, what was the point? Am I supposed to just be lonely for all my life? He turned to leave the room, when something stopped him.
Something tugged at his coat sleeve. Thinking he may have snagged it on the table, it didn't bother him, until he turned around to see it wasn't the table, but the girl's hand that held onto him. She was still unmoved on the table but her hand did not want to let go. All air left his lungs, as if he was feeding her, her first breath. And she gasped slowly, savoring this first breath. Her eyes slowly opened and locked with his.
She was alive…
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