Hi guys! Sorry it's been so long..been busy ya know! Well anywho...w/o any further ado from the annoying author...the story...

Wendy cracked an eye open. The black mascara on her eyes had leaked off her eyes and onto her white pillow. Her face was still patchy from crying as she sniffed quietly. She looked over on her nightstand. It was almost noon. She yawned.

"How long was I sleeping?" she asked nobody imparticular.

She got up and drew the curtains open. The warm sunlight made her bare toes tingle and the cool snow glittered happily on the window sill. Wendy drew a deep breath and unhatched the window. There in the snow was a bird chirping quietly. It's feathers were like ice as it peeps came like shivering. Wendy cupped it in her hands and held it close to her chest.

"Looks like you had a rough night too." She said softly reaching out for the small light blue blanket.

She wrapped it around her bird and placed him on the table as she went to close the window. She locked it and went into the bag she kept by her bed and took out a water bottle. She put out a few drops and then placed them in it's open mouth. The chirping stopped. Wendy grinned and patted its head as she threw on a black shirt and jeans and put on her make up.

"That stupid Willy Wonka." She mumbled to her feathered friend. "He thinks he can just INSULT me behind my back….the rudeness."

She out down her mascara wand down then turned away to the bird.

"You should be ok….I mean…I don't think you can freeze in here." She nodded. "I'll come back and check on you later."

She started down stairs. The windows flooded with light when Wendy stopped. The silence was broken by light far away singing. Wendy looked around.

"Hello?" she asked expecting to see something like the 7 dwarfs to come marching in with pick axes singing their theme song.

But there was no response. Wendy followed the phantom singing right to the white door. Wendy let out a sigh of exasperation.

"Stupid room…" she jingled the door knob angrily.

"Ahem."

Wendy froze up and turned slowly. Mr. Wonka stood with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. The look truly looked foreign on him…since he usually had a grin on his face. Wendy fiddled with her thumbs then cleared her throat.

"I heard…singing." She said quietly.

Mr. Wonka blinked stupidly with a blank look plastered on his face. Wendy sighed and leaned back on the door hearing it creak behind her. She could almost hear water bubbling from within it like a stream. It only enticed her curiosity more. She eyed the doorknob when Willy Wonka's voice broke the silence.

"Charlie won't be here today." He said. "So…I'll be working today….or I would if Charlie was here….so….you'll be here in the main building…just don't touch anything….ok?"

Wendy cleared her throat.

"I could help you ya know." She quipped. "I am here to help out remember? For a year?"

Willy Wonka nodded then shook his head and turned his back on her.

"I don't need help. There's nothing you can do….I'm not working on anything that requires me to kill anybody."

Wendy growled and slammed her hand on the wall next to him. He yelped and jumped. He stared into her dark eyes that burned with anger and cowered.

"Don't kill me…" he begged.

"I didn't kill anybody ya moron." She hissed.

She backed up and shook her head.

"Go work on your crap." She said walking away. "I've got better things to do."

She didn't wait for his response as she made her way upstairs. Her room looked welcoming and though she had just left there she retreated to the only room in her whole house that she felt safe. She crawled onto her bed and curled into a ball as she pulled a pillow to her chest. She wanted to leave…but couldn't…this wasn't her house….it was a prison. This room was her prison…

…her life was a prison.

She sighed as she wallowed in her self pity when a shrill chirp came from her fine feathered friend. Wendy sat up and saw it had hoped out of it's blanket and hobbled to the end of the table. Wendy swung her feet onto the floor and went over to it. She went to grab it but it flew into the air. It sung and flew happily around her head as if saying thank you in it's own special way. Then flew down the stairs. Wendy gasped.

"Come back!" she snapped chasing the fuzzy thing down the stairs.

The bird chirped pleasantly and flew through the door that Willy Wonka had left open. Wendy stopped dead in her tracks and drew a deep breath. If Willy saw her in there….he might send her away….then she'd have to leave and go home. Wendy shook her head and ran after the bird. Willy Wonka would get over it…it was just a room right?

"What the…." Wendy stopped in her tracks as the door closed behind her.

It was incredible. A large waterfall crashed into a river of chocolate. Everything was bright and full of light and color…and by the looks of it, made of candy. Even the soft green grass she walked on seemed to be made of sugar. Wendy stood dumbfounded. This couldn't be real….it had to be fake. A joke. Any minute now everybody would jumped out from behind the fluffy green cotton candy bushes then yell "GOT YA!" But it never came. Like most things Wendy waited for, it never came. She took a step forward.

"Oompa loompa…"

She turned around quickly as she approached the mouth of the river. At the end bobbed an abandoned pink sea horse boat. It drifted slowly through the current.

"Oompa…"

"Who's there?" she barked turning on her heel and looking around.

Nothing.

Wendy let out a sigh of frustration. Whatever kind of joke this was, it wasn't funny.

"…Loompa…"

"Mr. Wonka? This isn't funny!" she snapped.

That's when she saw THEM. These little weird creatures with slimy hair and were about the size of her mid leg. They sang in high pitched voices that lit up the air with their shrill voices. Wendy gasped at the things and tumbled over.

"I'm gonna fall in the bloody river aren't I?" she thought but the loud splash or the feel of whatever was really in the river slip by her never came.

She hit something hard.

Something weird.

It was the pink boat. It floated along catching speed. Wendy sat up and looked as the creatures watched her from the banks with curiosity. The boat was pulled into a dark tunnel that sucked her in. The current suddenly became like she was pulling onto a highway. Wendy ducked down to keep her balance. She could see her bird somewhere ahead singing it's sweet little song of happiness. The boat then went down a little waterfall. Wendy screamed as she let go to cover her face from the splash. Her feet left the ground as she dipped under the brown waves. It was thick….definitely chocolate. It was hard to push her body to the surface. As she did she took in a huge gulp of air. Wendy tried to blink the gunk out of her eyes but it was no use….the waves kept splashing more and more on her until she gradually pulled her under the waves. Wendy struggled to grab a hold of something….anything….to keep her above. But nothing came. Her lungs began to feel the pressure as Wendy tried to breath through the chocolate like a person drowning in the ocean would.

"Oh God….I'm doomed." She thought as her hand felt the last bit of cool air she thought would ever feel.

When something grabbed her hand.

Something soft and cool and dry. That or she was very wet. It pulled her up then dragged her onto dry ground. She spit the goo out of her mouth and wiped the gunk out of her eyes. She looked up at her savior. There stood Mr. Willy Wonka who looked very angry.

...well that's all for now!Please r+r. Well until next time!