"I wouldn't advise you to sleep there, miss. That's where everyone seems to dump their trash..."
"Wha?" was the first word out of Misty's pale mouth as she slowly opened her eyes from a rather uncomfortable night's sleep. After a long while of battling the rain, she had hidden in a little enclosed ally-way by Willy Wonka's factory, and using her messenger bag as a pillow, the teenager had eventually put the drama of the day behind her and had fallen asleep.
No one came down the strange ally-way, as she had found out many years ago when she had first discovered the niche and had used it as a place to hide from the world- it was now her home- and someone was in it.
Placing her glasses back over her eyes, she sleepily looked up to see... absolutely no one in the dawn lighted streets of around five am.
Thinking that she must have been dreaming, and it was far better to go back to sleep, the teenager would have done just that- if her head had hit her messenger bag...
But instead, her head hit the flat cardboard box that she had used to make her bed. "Ow!" she exclaimed, looking frantically to each side for her messenger bag.
"Where's my bag?" she finally questioned out-loud, only to hear a strange giggle from behind. Tilting her head back from where she lay, she saw a small man- not any higher than her knees with tied back black hair and an orange jump suit lean over her face and smile mischievously, holding up her messenger bag in one of it's small hands.
"Oy!" she exclaimed, quickly turning around to her stomach, the world flipping in front of her, as the little man backed up a bit. She outstretched her hand. "That's mine... and if you don't mind, I'd like it back..."
Once again the little man gave her a sneaky smile, but just when the teenager thought that maybe, just maybe things were going her way, the strange little man dashed off at an incredible speed down the ally, with her messenger bag still tightly in his possession.
"Hey! Stop!" Hands quickly went under her body to lift her up as legs began to run before they hit the ground, as she darted after the strange little man. "Give that back, you thief!" Her eyes refused to leave him as, for some strange reason, she never appeared to be getting any closer to the little man.
Jumping over a pile of forgotten boxes, Misty raced down the street and through the cobble stoned streets, her mind blocking out all surroundings and everything else but the thief who was carrying her life in his hands.
She blinked.
And suddenly, as quickly as he had appeared, the little man disappeared- causing her to skid to a stop. "Where did he go?" she muttered, staring at the spot where he had been a moment ago, only to be whizzed around yet again at the sound of heavy metal gates closing behind her. She gulped when she saw the bared, and inconveniently high gates now locked tight.
Her eyes grew wide as senses went on high alert. Ever so slowly, she glanced over her shoulder, only to, with jaw dropping slightly, turn around as she recognized where she was trapped. "Holy-"
Outside of Willy Wonka's factory.