As soon as Misty heard the door shut behind her, she knew she was in bigger trouble than she could have ever imagined.

Skidding to a stop for what seemed like the thousandth time today, her heavy breathing seemed to be the only sound in the entire room.

But let's explain the room, shall we? It was rather long lengthwise, as the room was shaped more like a elongated rectangle than anything. An almost equally long- save at least ten feet in the very front and the back- dark mahogany wooded table sat in the middle. It had rather elaborate designs in purple and gold, as the legs were clear and swirled, all seeming to have what looked like small, rounded, multicolored pieces of candy in them.

Black wooden chairs with clear arms that held the same type of candy as the legs of the table were neatly spaced, as there had to be at least twenty of them- ten on either side. The walls were decorated almost as elaborately as the table- if not more. Thick golden swirls colored the white walls, as it looked like if you licked them, it would taste like a slice of heaven.

A few posters hung from the wall- mirroring each other it seemed as one provided a landscape of the city- bright lights shining as brightly as the millions of stars that hung in the deep sky, but the other was of a barren, winters scape that one cold bare tree stood to the side, branches array and scraggily- it screamed loneliness.

But at the head of the room was what really mattered. A large black leather chair sat- back facing her as it seemed as though it had been carelessly left that way. Though, Misty's eyes saw the little man was standing by it, holding out her messenger bag as a tight purple gloved hand reached out and grabbed it, the little man crossing and uncrossing it's arms over it's chest before walking through a small door and disappearing with a slam of it.

"Ah, we've been expecting you," a male's voice sounded as she turned to the side, only to see a rather lanky looking boy around the age of sixteen she figured leaning on one of the chairs casually. He had thick brown hair spiked naturally and wore black dress pants and a navy blue sweater, as he stared at her with warm green eyes.

The voice that had been silent for so long finally found sound, no matter how quiet it was. "Y-you... were e-expecting... m-me?"

He nodded. "Yes, didn't you get the card?"

"What card?" she asked quietly, but if answering her own question, her hand dug into her jean pocket, pulling out the purple card from the night before as she held it up, still eyeing the boy. "You mean this?"

He nodded.

"But...but there is nothing on-" her voice stopped as she focused on the purple business card, only to see gold lettering on it. "What?" she whispered, pulling it into a position where she could read it.

"Dear special... person,

I, Willy Wonka, have invited you, and only you, to come into my factory in order to discuss a matter of most importance. On the thirteenth of Septe-"

Raising one eyebrow she flipped over the card.

"-mber, you are expected to be in my office by nine am sharp. But you need not worry. If you have any trouble finding the factory, I will send one of my little friends to show you the way.

The Earth says hello!

Willy Wonka"

Misty blinked. And blinked again. And then she reread the card twice, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

The thirteenth of September was today, that she knew for sure... and the time... Oh! It had to be way pass nine in the morning!

"How...?" she whispered. "Why...?"

"Well, you were late. But we figured that you would be. You have quite a record for being tardy, Miss Misty," the boy said, casually looking through some papers in a thin purple folder.

Misty felt her heart skip a beat. "How do you know my name?" she questioned.

"Oh, we know everything about you," he said, beginning to walk over to the large chair in the front of the table, closing the file in his hands. "Your birth date- today, September thirteenth. Happy birthday by the way... Your current job- none, for you recently got fired by Mr. Snappy- yesterday I believe. Physical condition- you're quite healthy, though you might be catching a small cold from sleeping outside last night. Your martial status- single. Your family..." a look of sympathy crossed his eyes for a moment, though she didn't see it. "Parents were-"

"I get it," Misty interrupted, not willing to listen to her family story yet again. "I don't know how you know all that stuff... and part of me doesn't want to know. Listen, all I want is my messenger bag and I'll be out of here..."

The boy seemed shocked for a moment as he stared at her after giving the file to the man behind the chair.

"But, we want you to stay. That's why we set up this meeting..."

She gulped down an unknown source of fear. "What do you mean? Because as much as I've hoped and wished for a chance to go inside this factory, this wasn't exactly the way I planned it. I'm..." she paused for a moment as the world burred for a second before focusing.

Weird.

"...Just really confused..."

He smiled sympathetically at her. "You have every right to be. I guess you deserve an explanation as to why you're here..."

Shuffles of paper were heard from the chair, as suddenly the same purple gloved hand tugged the boy on the shoulder. He looked over, as some more shuffling of papers were heard.

"Oh..." the boy whispered, glancing to Misty a few times before nodding. "You're right. It's perfect..."

Misty's eyes grew huge as her heart began to race. What was the boy and the strange person in the chair talking about? What was 'perfect'? Were they... could they be looking at...?

"Oh please no..." she thought, watching as the boy stood up straight again, this time holding a few papers in his hands as he walked up to her, showing her them. "Are these yours?" he asked, causing her eyes to fall on the one thing she was hoping it wouldn't see.

There on the pieces of paper were doodles. But not just any doodles. They were ideas- ideas for different candies- whether it be flavors, wrapper designs, textures, ingredients or names, they were all about sweets, and all were very personal.

You see, in order to forward her dream, Misty had gotten into experimenting. Whether it be on the night shift at Willy's Chocolat Shop when Mr. Snappy wasn't around, or just drawing some designs for wrappers and asking some elderly people who came into the shop which one they found most appealing, (without telling them that she had designed them, of course...) she had tried many different ways to help reach her goal.

But then again, she had never revealed her little secret to anyone- always trying to improve her designs no matter how perfect everyone else thought they were. She knew if she wanted to meet or work for Willy Wonka, everything would have to be just that- perfect.

She nodded slowly, gulping down memories. "Yes... those... those are mine..." she said quietly.

"They're-"

"Horrible, I know," she interrupted, taking the designs from him and fiddling around with them nervously. "I keep trying but they're never good enough..."

"Don't say that. Someone like Willy Wonka would be impressed by these..."

"Ha," she said. "And then people can be sent by television..."

"I resent that!" For the first time, a voice came from the chair. Misty and the boy both looked up towards it as a man stood up, walking down to where they were, black and white topped swirled cane with some candy inside providing support.

The man had a black top hat on, as short brown hair poked under it. A deep wine red jacket that fell to his knees accompanied black dress pants and a black buttoned shirt, as the tight purple gloves she had seen adorned his hands and slightly pointed black boots adorned his feet. Large rounded black sunglasses hid his eyes- but reminded her a lot of the ones she had seen that strange man she had met the previous night wear.

He stopped in front of her, hands resting on his cane. "Could you imagine sending people by television? Ew. They don't taste good."

Misty stared at him. "W-who are you?" she asked.

"Me?" he asked, pointing to himself.

She nodded slowly.

He chuckled in the strangest way. Like he was flustered and surprised at her stupidity that she didn't know him all at once. "Me? Well, little girl, for you're information I am-" He removed his sunglasses, placing them in his pocket to reveal a set of deep, intriguing purple eyes. "Willy Wonka, I shake you warmly by the hand." He held out his hand, but Misty's never quite got the chance to get there.

"Y-y-y-yo-you-you're..." The room blurred again for a moment before clearing as she placed a hand to her forehead. Was it getting warmer in here, or was it just her?

"Did someone put up the thermostat in here?" she said, watching the room blur again.

"No I'm not 'did someone put up the thermostat in here'. What an odd name that would be," Willy said in the most peculiar tone.

But Misty hardly heard this as the last thing she remembered was the slight tilt of Willy Wonka's head in confusion before the world turned black.