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Chapter 3. Shown kindness

Angie was rummaging through her thoughts as Willy Wonka silently led her down numerous halls this time friendlier looking ones. The walls surrounding them were painted a variety of light colors but not too light just light enough to give the atmosphere a more comforting feel. The floor was once again edible carpet the color turning from velvety red to a striking sapphire blue. Angie found this vary much to her liking as her favorite color just so happened to a sapphire blue.

She continued to follow close behind Willy as he trotted down the various halls with a smile on now humming his welcome song breaking the unwelcome silence that had fallen right after Charlie had left breaking Angie right out of thought. she glanced over at Willy who was nervously playing with his Cain whilst he hummed.

"Ummm……Mr. Wonka?" Angie finally said gaining enough courage to try to start a conversation.

Willy stopped humming and briefly glanced back at her twirling his Cain for his own amusement "yes little girl?"

Angie took a deep breath "well, Mr. wonka-"

"Oh, heh please call me Willy"

"Sorry, Willy" Angie fiddled around with the beautiful heart shaped locket hanging around her neck as she had developed a habit of doing so whenever she felt nervous or uncomfortable about anything in particular.

"No need to be you had no way of knowing" Willy shrugged holding a somewhat uneasy grin using his Cain to briefly gesture.

Angie smiled briefly at this while walking faster so she could get a better glimpse of the man she was talking to "what was that song you were humming to?" she asked a little anxiously trying her hardest to continue the conversation.

"Don't you know?" Willy asked kindly showing a huge amount of concern in his tone of voice.

"Well I'm sorry no I don't really…."

"No worries perhaps I should explain?" Willy began, slowing his pace a little allowing Angie to catch up with him. "That song is called Willy Wonka's welcome song I asked a song righting oompa loompa to write it for me….there excellent writer's ya know…."

"A song righting oompa loompa?"

"Oh, Yea! My oompa loompas are absolutely wonderful at cheering some one up if their in a terribly horrible or depressed mood with their beautiful music!" Willy shook his head rapidly up and down to demonstrate while letting slip through his lips a small oddly sounding high-pitched giggle as a result of the fear he always felt when trying to continue an interesting conversation.

Angie smiled slightly finally catching up with Willy "okay I'll remember that" she answered quietly still showing a hint of uneasiness to her tone of voice.

"Kay" Willy slowed his pace allowing Angie to walk beside him.

There was a moment of silence as the two walked alongside each other. Willy holding a mysterious grin while Angie sighed staring blankly down at the carpet she could tell depression was trying it's hardest to consume her once again as the silence brought most unwelcome thoughts of the past and other unpleasant things race back into her mind just like they had been haunting her for years.

Willy caught on the moment he glanced down at Angie. depression seemed to be written all over her face and it was obvious for him to notice the small tear slowly rolling down her cheek, she had failed to hold in. he softly gave her a reassuring smile as a feeling of sympathy rushed throughout his entire body.

"I think maybe a visit to the 'milk of human kindness' room will do you a whole world of good, Angie" he said in his usual high-pitched tone desperately hoping that maybe a trip to the 'the of human kindness room' would brighten Angie's mood.

Angie snapped her attention off her thoughts and onto Willy's statement, only partly understanding what was being said "what? Oh, sorry I was just… what is milk of human kindness?" she quickly wiped away the tears that had managed to make their way half way down her cheek replacing them with a fake smile. Merely putting on another little act to make it appear as if their were nothing wrong so people wouldn't dig into her personal life without her permission….she had learned this early on in life from hurtful experiences.

"Well now if I told you it would be completely ruining the surprise! And we don't want that now do we little girl?" Willy answered cheerfully.

"No….I guess not" she answered simply, adding a barely noticeable hint of sadness to her tone of voice (which she kicked herself mentally for) as she and Willy neared the end of one passageway leading the way to another.

Charlie hastily swung open the small door of his crooked little house and ran right past his sleeping grandparents and strait into the kitchen, ware his mom was busy bustling around the house getting everything ready for dinner. The new income from Mr. Bucket's new high paying job maid it possible for them to have a big enough filling feast for every meal of the day.

"Mom?" Charlie huffed trying to catch his breath from all the running, he was previously doing.

Mr. Bucket slowly turned from the sink to face her son throwing a dirty dishrag in the sink filled with hot water she was using previously to wash the huge amount of dishes that only seemed to pile up even higher Most of them being clean by now though.

"Yes Charlie?"

"I know you told me to be back around 5:00-"

Mrs. Bucket briefly glanced up at the clock hanging above the stove seeing it read 4:45 P.M. "it looks like you're a bit early Charlie" she then turned to continue what was left of the small pile of dishes.

Charlie could tell by the tone of his mothers voice she was obviously vary pleased in him being so early for it was getting to be quit a rare occasion with all the work to be done on the factory and new candy's it was a miracle Charlie had any free time to do anything.

Mrs. Bucket turned once more to face her son putting her work on hold for a moment noticing something was wrong with the picture of only Charlie showing up "wares Willy and Angie? They'll be missing dinner if they don't get here soon…"

"Well actually mom Mr. Wonka told me he would take care of Angie…."

This left Mrs. Bucket in somewhat of an astonishment "really? He must be warming up to your little friend then?"

Charlie nodded with a small grin.

"Will they be back in time for dinner?"

"I'm not sure…..but I thought maybe I could help Mr. Wonka somehow…he usually hates being stuck with new people and I thought it would help if I were their also…." His smile faltered a bit.

His mother put a hand up to her chin an expression of somewhat deep concentration playing on her face as she pondered weather to let Charlie possibly miss out on dinner or not. "hmmm…….well, that is nice of you Charlie but I'm sure Willy is perfectly capable of taking care of Angie……he seems to be taking to her just fine you shouldn't worry yourself too much about it" she finally answered sounding more like she were thinking aloud instead of talking to her son.

"Yes but mom this is Mr. Wonka were talking about" Charlie said playfully letting out a small giggle.

His mother laughed at this while slightly shaking her head at his comment "yes that may be true but if he offered to take care of her that's got to be a good sign that he's warmed up to her besides it'll due him some good to…interact with some one other then us"

"I suppose so mom but I promised Angie I'd be back soon…."

"oh, I'm sure she'll understand Charlie….." she sighed her voice saddening a bit "your farther won't be home until late again I'm afraid…and I was hoping at least you'd be here to join me and your grandparents for dinner, besides theirs no telling ware Willy took Angie in this enormous place how would you ever find them?"

It was only in this moment when Charlie realized Willy hadn't even bothered to tell him ware he had taken Angie. How would it be possible for him to find them now? Even living in the factory for a year now Charlie still hadn't gotten a clue ware half the rooms in the factory were or what they were used for. As usual his mother was right their were absolutely no way he would be able to find Willy and Angie even if he tried he would just have to wait until Willy decided to show up with both his and Charlie's new found friend.

"I don't know I forgot to ask Mr. Wonka ware they would be?" he answered hesitatingly still running through the whole thing in his mind "what if they don't show up in time for dinner? or what if their not back at all" Charlie's mind was racing fast as he thought more on the subject, he began to wonder if he would even see his mentor and friend by the end of the night…..

Mrs. Bucket ran a hand through her son's hair affectionately setting down the broom she had previously picked up earlier absentmindedly "don't worry yourself so much Charlie I'm sure they'll show up sooner or later….but right now it's time to get ready for dinner alright?"

He sighed "Alright mom" and was soon rewarded with a peck on the cheek from his mother before rushing off to do as he was instructed to all the while still pondering in his mind ware Willy would want to take Angie, So maybe he could get a better idea of ware his mentor and new teenage friend were in this humongous factory.

The two came upon a huge iron door in the shape of a circle the color being a light baby blue the atmosphere around it raging from light colors to bright and slightly bazaar ones.

"Is this it? The milk of human kindness room?" asked Angie trying with failed attempts to shake off the depression that was still lingering behind in the back of her mind as she and Willy neared the end of the passageway ware the iron door stood.

"What? of coarse it is" Willy answered in his usual pleasant tone pulling out a huge key ring filled with hundreds of keys hanging off it not even taking a minute to find the one he was looking for "ah, here it is! Watch this…." Angie did as told as Wonka jammed the key in the small key holder activating a device that allowed the door to open up the rest of the way on its own. Then pulled the key out placing his ring of keys in their usual place in his jacket pocket all the while holding a knowing and as some would call somewhat sinister grin "how about that?"

Angie looked up at Wonka forcing herself to smile seemingly cheerfully as she played the roll of the seemingly happy teenager once more.

However, Willy Wonka wasn't in the least fooled for he himself had played the same roll several times beforehand and perfected it at that. He could see the hurt and fear playing so deeply in Angie's chocolate drown eyes. Reminding him of his own hurt and fear he had to face on his own…suddenly causing him to wonder if Angie was facing the exact same thing completely alone and defenseless. Before Willy could venture any deeper into thought he felt a light tug on his sleeve practically startling him out of thought. He breathed in deeply to try to calm his nerves. "Oh! I'm terrible sorry…." He quickly glanced over to find whom it was who was lightly tugging on his sleeve. It wasn't long before Angel interceded.

"Umm….Mr.—I mean Willy, I think one of your oompa loompa's are trying to tell you something…." She said calmly holding a nervous grin.

An uncertain almost worried expression came creeping across Wonka's entire face causing Angie to feel a little uneasy "oh, heh well I better find out what's wrong…"

Angie was left to watch in curiosity as Wonka bent down and allowed the little oompa to inform him of whatever news their was to be told…….

A few moments later, the oompa crossed his arms around his chest and bowed as Wonka did the same then straitened up back to his usual standing position and froze holding an expression of bafflement why now? "O-okay, thanks…." Willy answered quietly letting the oompa know it was okay to leave now. Angie watched the little oompa run off in a random direction and disappear into one of the many doors of the factory. she could only wonder ware or what he or she (it was hard to tell seeing as all the oompa loompa's looked alike) would be doing or going…she was about to ask Wonka just that when she looked over and saw Willy seemed to be in some sort or a daze. She slowly walked over to him and gently tugged on his sleeve. Willy was staring off into no ware taking no notice to the tugging on his sleeve and Angie was beginning to wonder if Willy even recognized she was still their…nevertheless she new was she had to do something to try to snap him out of his daze…

She cautiously took a few more steps towards Wonka and nudged his right arm gently in hopes of that getting his attention "ummm…..Willy?" she asked nervously still unsure if Wonka even new she was their or not...

Much to her relief the sudden touch jerked Willy right out of his daze, "oh, I'm terrible sorry, Angie I was only…I'm sorry" he told her in a frightful slow tone. The look on his face was as if he had just seen a ghost or heard some horribly terribly disturbing news...

Angie sighed inwardly well at least he knows I'm still here…. "Its okay" she replied calmly staring at Willy a concerned expression playing on her face "what did he tell you?" 'He' meaning the oompa loompa.

Willy glanced down at her with saddened violet eyes "all in good time—" he forced a small smile "—but right now it's time for a little cheering up Kay?" he gestured lightly to the already open mental door leading to the main entrance of the Milk of Human Kindness room allowing Angie to walk in first. She did just that with Willy following closely behind her. Angie could tell by the tone of Willy's sad voice that something wasn't right….which only left her mind wondering in a thousand different directions as her and Willy walked through the doorway and into a small corridor at the end of it being the actual entrance door to the milk of human kindness room.

Authors note. I'm so sorry about the slowness' of the story…I had a bad case of writers block…………(and if this chapters horrible……I'm really really sorry! Please don't hurt me!)