Story Title: Whisper of Evil
Rating: PG: For Some Scary Moments and Thematic Events
Summary: Just when everyone's getting settled down from the big episode of Willy Wonka's attempts to find an heir, strange things begin to happen. Oompa-Loompas start disappearing. Factory machines begin to malfunction. When things become real nightmarish for little Charlie Bucket, can he get to the bottom of it and save Willy Wonka's amazing Chocolate Factory?
Disclaimer: Roald Dahl's characters, names,and/or any other things mentioned herein this fanfiction are completely his own. This fanfiction is not being used to gain money in any way, shape, or form, nor does the Author claim ownership of any titles, characters, names, and/or any other thing.
WARNING! May contain movie spoilers! The Author is not liable as to what she writes. As an early warning, if you have not seen the movie yet, you may wish to discontinue reading and watch the movie first. Best wishes from the Author.
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"Oompa-Loompas are… disappearing…?" Charlie whispered hoarsely. How could this be happening? Nobody could have gotten inside, could they? The factory was always locked up, wasn't it? Well, besides the fact that the trucks went in and out so often. Charlie supposed it could be possible. But why would anyone want to do such a horrible thing? Charlie supposed it could be possible that somebody wanted revenge on Mr. Wonka. After all. It wasn't exactly if he had invited them to a pleasant tea party, was it?
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A dark figure in a secluded area watched little Charlie Bucket's reaction with some satisfaction. A sinister, but unseen, smile crept across the figure's face, and who continued to watch even as Willy Wonka and Charlie Bucket walk away.
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"Yes. It's most disturbing. Of course, only a few have disappeared… Only black uniformed ones, for some odd reason." Charlie nodded. He remembered the black-uniformed Oompa-Loompas from the Inventing Room, especially since several of them just rushed past to help a fellow who was having trouble with the Wonka's Magic Chewing Gum machine.
"Mr. Wonka, what do you think happened to the Oompa-Loompas?" Charlie asked, more to himself really than to Willy. Musing over this problem himself, he ran the one unvoiced question through his mind; And why would anyone want to kidnap Oompa-Loompas? Of course, he left this question to himself, for it might further upset the obviously upset Wonka. Who would want that?
Willy didn't answer, he just continued to walk along at a startlingly fast pace, making it hard for Charlie to keep up. His eyebrows where furrowed together in concentration and his nose was scrunched up in a rather funny way that almost made Charlie want to laugh. The unpleasant feeling of wanting to laugh at Mr. Wonka's confusion and frustration made him feel sick to his stomach. "Mr. Wonka, may I be excused…?" he mumbled, almost hoping for him to say he didn't care.
Willy looked down at him and his features softened. He almost looked worried. "Why of course, my dear boy… you look like you're not feeling well." When Charlie nodded, Willy slightly smiled. "The Elevator is just where we left it, outside the room. You can take it. I'll find some other mode of transportation, eh?"
Charlie nodded thankfully and went hurrying out of the room.
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The figure watched things unfold with mounting glee. Everything was going according to plan! Good thing it slipped Charlie the candy stuff that gave enemies a stomach ache. Now it could begin its nefarious work. It simply couldn't wait.
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After a full six hours of lying in bed and befuddling his brain with the problem of the disappearing Oompa-Loompas, Charlie's stomach began to feel better. His mind was starting to speed up a bit, too. He levered himself out of bed and slid down his ladder, instead of climbing down. His parents and grandparents were there, as always, to greet him.
"Evening, Charlie," Mrs. Bucket said brightly, bustling around the small kitchen, cooking a dinner that smelled wonderful.
"Evening, Mum," Charlie responded, glancing at Mr. Bucket, who was currently curled up, snug as a bug, on the couch, reading one of his favorite books. Charlie's face split into a grin even as there was a knock on the door. Either it was an Oompa-Loompa come to usher Charlie away to Mr. Wonka, or it was Mr. Wonka himself. Charlie bounded over to the door with new found enthusiasm and threw open the door to reveal a certain candy-making man. Charlie's grin widened. "Evening, Mr. Wonka!"
Willy had appeared deep in thought, as he had been the last few days. At the sight of Charlie opening the door with such exuberance forced him out of his thought processes and smiled. He giggled slightly, in that nervous way he always seemed to, and seeing as how he always did it Charlie thought nothing of it. Why should he think anything of it? "Why hello, my dear boy. I see you're feeling much better." A long pause followed. "You... are feeling better, right?"
Charlie nodded, the huge grin still plastered to his face like wet paper will stick to your skin. "Yep! In fact, I've been thinking a lot about the Oompa-Loompa problem," he said, drawing a slight, ever so slight shudder from his mentor. "Oh. Sorry Mr. Wonka."
"It's quite alright," he said, his voice slightly high-pitched. He trudged into the house past Charlie and hung up his hat, inevitably wanting to not talk about it. Charlie closed the door with a light snapping sound and slipped past Mr. Wonka, who stood awkwardly by the coat rack, to help his mother with setting the table. Willy found dinner with the Buckets always fairly interesting, but today he really didn't want to stay. But, of course, he felt obliged to. He owed that much to Charlie to make up for his rude behavior concerning his p… his p… oh, you know. Them.
"So how's the candy industry coming, Willy?" Mr. Bucket asked suddenly, making Willy jump. Then he grinned a large, fake grin and nervously giggled.
"It's going great. Yeh." When Mr. Bucket smiled and nodded, sticking his nose back in his book, Wonka frowned slightly in that funny way of his. Then he smiled again when he noticed that Grandma Georgina was watching him.
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After a long (and tediously boring, in Willy's opinion, which he kept to himself) dinner, Willy Wonka exited the cozy little house. Charlie watched him go, rather sadly, then scaled the ladder up to his room to go to bed. He still didn't feel a hundred per cent well, so he decided to go to bed early, and possibly ponder the mystery over the disappearing Oompa-Loompas. Little did he know that the forces of Evil were at work once more.
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The figure grinned insanely, reached out a hand, and snagged a lone Oompa-Loompa that was walking by on his way to close up the Inventing Room for the night. The figure bound and gagged the Oompa-Loompa and set him among his fellows, who were also bound and gagged. The figure grinned wider, it's eyes sparkling with the kind of glee only a maniac could have. But was it really a maniac…?
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Author's Notes: Well. Here's the second installment to my story, which I've been plotting out, and it turns out that it will be a very long one indeed. Hopefully I've spaced the events out enough and plotted well enough to keep the sheet over your eyes. Giggles like Willy Wonka and grins. I'm just having the most smashing time thinking this up. My mind amazes me sometimes. And I'm sorry the last chapter was so bad. It was the start of the story, you know, so it was fairly difficult for my brain to process things. Anyhow, I was looking at some of my fellow Fanfictioners today and I just had to suppress a gag at most of them. Male pregnation? Who would think of such a horrid thing? My stomach felt like it was going to heave, especially when I looked at the reviews. Uck. Giggles like Willy Wonka again. You'll find me saying uck a lot. It's one of my favorite sayings. Anywho, er… I guess that's it for now. I noticed I haven't gotten any reviews. I'm hurt. Please take the time to review. 'Twould make the author very happy indeed.
Chapter Three Preview: More Oompa-Loompas have been kidnapped! Willy Wonka's on wits end, and Charlie still can't figure it out – hopefully things will clear up sooner and the sheet will be removed from the heroes' eyes.
Reviewers: Please review. As I've said before, 'twould make for a very happy author. I'm even open to flames, if you don't like my story. It simply forces me to build up a barrier, build my character, and build my writing skills more. And again, I'll say it… this will not be a Willy/Charlie slash fanfiction. So get that out of your sick little minds.