A/N: I'm back! Happy New Year! I recieved some critism that because this is first person, Freddy can't know what Willy is doing in another room or stuff like that. Hasn't anyone watched 'Sex and the City'? How would Carrie know all the stuff she narrated about? Same concept, same answer to the question. Now, on to the story!

peace, love and lipgloss,

Mlle.Fox

p.s. I know it's weird to read about Halloween right after Christmas, but that's how far behind I am! Oy...

Wonka led me into a room where the air was permeated with the sounds of howling wolves, bats, snarling and things that go bump in the night. I looked down noting there was a thick roll of fog on the floor. Willy bent down and scooped some fog up offering it to me,

"Want some? It's cotton candy."

"No thank you." I said amazed as he shrugged and helped himself. Overhead were thick chocolate tree with sparkling fruit roll up leaves in red, oranges, yellows and purples. Lacy spider webs made of spun sugar were woven through the branches and licorice spiders crept along them.

"This is Hallow's Eve Grove. This is where all of my Halloween specialty novelty candy is created." Wonka explained.

"It's beautiful!" I cried.

"Thank you. I hope the next grove is even more so." Wonka said before clapping a hand to his mouth. I looked at him raising an eyebrow,

"Next grove?"

Wonka darted his eyes from side to side a moment before grabbing my arm and pulling me along.

"Come on! Wouldn't want the licorice bats to start after us would we?"

"Bats?" I asked.

"Oh that's nothing. You should see my marzipan mummies!" he said with pride.

"Mummies?" I said with a little squeak. Then a lone howl pierced the air, and I clung to the closet thing to me. Which happened to be Willy's velvet coat. At first he winced, but then...he found he liked how I smelled. Like cookie dough. Which I don't know what that says about me, but I digress. Not only did he like the way I smelled, he found himself liking the way my form pressed up against his. He liked putting his hand around my waist, our hips touching, my eyes looking around frantically as I asked,

"Whatwasthat!?"

"Oh that's Herman...My chocolate werewolf." Willy said plain as day.

"Chocolate...werewolf?" I asked in a meek voice. He nodded and pried my hands from his lapel, placing them on the crook of his arm instead. Which I noticed was not normal nutty chocolatier behavior for him. He explained,

"Yeah see, you know how at Easter they have chocolate bunnies? We'll I thought for Halloween it would be cool to have chocolate werewolves that actually howled during a full moon. But I made the formula too strong, Herman escaped and has been hiding from me ever since. He's pretty good at hiding too, considering it's been six years now."

"So is he...dangerous?" I asked. I had every right to be cautious. After all, who wants a piece of chocolate to eat you? That would be ironic.

"Only to chocolate bunnies. That's all he eats. Besides he's only three feet tall." Willy said. Well now I felt stupid. What could a three foot tall werewolf do? Knaw my Minolos off?

"Oh..."I said not seeing Willy smile a little at the pout I made.

'Cute!' he thought to himself. He walked me into a fake graveyard made of white marble chocolate headstones and sprinkled with black sugar here and there. He lead me over to a small mausoleum and opened the door. He bowed and waved a hand inside,

"Ladies first."

I quirked an eyebrow and looked inside skeptically. Wasn't this how every dumb blond in a horror picture ended up chopped into a million pieces? Right after she twists her ankle running from the killer and strips off all her clothes? Being proud to be a brunette, I wasn't about to fall for the same trick a dumb blond had succumbed to.

"Why?"

"Cause I'm being polite...duh!" Willy said make a face. I put my hands on my hips,

"Not that! Why should I go in there?"

"Oh, why didn't you say so? Sheesh...all you had to do was ask." Willy said adjusting his cufflink, which I noticed was in the shape of the letter 'W'.

"Well?" I asked expecting an answer.

"Well what?" Willy asked.

"Why do you want me to go into the scary, creepy dark mausoleum first?" I demanded folding my arms and shutting my eyes in frustration.

"Oh! Well, it's because there's a prize in there for you." Willy said.

"A prize? Mr. Wonka as a professional I shouldn't take gifts or any form of gratuity." I said.

"Not when the best kind of prize is a sur-prize! Ha ha ha." he giggled softly. I nodded, looking at him like he was insane, which he was,

"Ah huh..." I gave up and muttered under my breath as I went inside the dark crypt, "Well bleach my hair and call me Jessica..."

I stepped inside, the heels of my shoes clicking on the hard candy structure, my breath visible in the cold room. Suddenly, Willy's shoes were heard and with an echo, the door creaked closed and shut with a boom. I truly was terrified now. Was Willy Wonka a dangerous serial killer? Driven mad by candy fumes and isolation? Then he clapped his hands and the room lit up to reveal racks of clothes along the small room. Seeing my confusion, Willy explained,

"These are my latest prototype. Cotton candy costumes. So that if you don't get enough candy at the end of trick or treating, you can eat your costume!"

"Oh." I said. Yes, I did feel like an idiot, thank you.

"The only kink we have to work out, is how to keep the costumes from melting when in contact from human sweat and higher temperatures than forty degrees...and how to keep that sweat from getting into the fabric and making the candy taste all gross and stuff." Willy explained pulling out a glittering superhero costume from the rack. The glitter was sugar crystals, and I saw the decorative piping was frosting.

"Wow...this is a really great idea Mr. Wonka. If kids don't get enough of a sugar high from the standard method, this should do the trick. But what about the mothers and fathers who like to keep their kids costumes year after year? I know my dad still has the mouse costume from when I was six." I asked examining a sleeve.

"Well...I...didn't think about those type of puh...puh...moms and dads." Willy said putting the costume back. Clueless to his stiff posture, I went on,

"Why not? Didn't your parents save your costumes?"

"No my dad wasn't really into Halloween." Willy said. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Did I actually just learn something personal about him? Follow up, follow up question!

"What about your mom?"

He twiddled his fingers and said softly,

"I don't remember."

"Why don't you..."

"I don't...remember." he said, his usual light merry voice taking on a serious, deeper quality. That was when I recognized his voice. He had been the one to greet me on the mike at the gate. And looking into his deep eyes now, I knew to drop it. For now.

"Okay...so...these costumes melt if they get wet or hot?"

Returning to his bright eyed, smiling state, he nodded and said,

"Yup! And we certainly want you to get wet and hot or you'll be naked..." Then his face dropped as he stuttered, "Uh...I mean...we don't want you to be naked...not...that you shouldn't be naked...cause you probably look great...not that you want to be naked...or hot...or wet...or...uh...um...eep..."

And with that, he rushed out of the room, red as a tomato leaving me to wonder. Had Willy Wonka just pictured me naked? Then I furrowed my brow and yelled after him,

"Hey! How do I get out of here!?"