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Chapter Edit: There were some spelling and grammar mistakes in this chapter. I have kindly removed them for your reading happiness. Plus, I added another credit in the Wonkaland Info.
Hello! -sighs deeply- Wow, this was hard. I have been so busy… but I finally finished the chapter! I have to applaud you… For, some of the reviewers (and I bet some of the readers as well), figured out what Willy was talking about when he said that strange comment. Oh! Thanks to two reviewers, I have picked the two flavors for our favorite Green and Yellow Sugar Sheep, Lily and Sunny. Details will be in "Wonkaland Info" below.
I have to say Thankyou to all of the reviewers and I am glad that so many of you like and read my fic. –gives all of her reviewers a lollipop-
Typical stuff below: (Notes concerning next upstate in "Author's thoughts")
Warning: This Fanfiction may contain Movie Spoilers: So, if you don't like them, watch the movie, then come back.
Chapter Five Summery – What did Willy Wonka mean? Well, Charlie will find out. Plus, sometimes being a Candy Maker doesn't mean that everything will be perfect. But, if you take in the good things, even the bad will even seem funny in the end.
Chapter 5 - Purple Fever
"What...?" Charlie said, looking at Willy Wonka with a large amount of confusion. What did he mean by 'I guess you are like me more than I thought you are'? Was it the fact that Charlie fell down in a very Wonka style, or was it something else? The look on Wonka's face told Charlie that it must have been something else.
Wonka still had his back facing Charlie, and he was thinking intently. That doesn't make any sense. It can't be the candy... No, it isn't the candy. It must be something else. But, why Charlie? Why me? This doesn't make any sense.
"Mr. Wonka?"
Willy turned around and grinned wildly, "Well, Charlie. It seems that... Well, you are much more like me, then I thought you were."
"What do you mean by that Mr. Wonka?" Charlie asked, starting to get annoyed with the whole matter.
"Here, let me explain," Willy started, "When I was about a year younger than you, I had normal Chocolate Brown eyes. Just like yours."
"Really, Mr. Wonka?" Charlie said, suddenly realizing where Wonka might be going with this story.
Wonka grinned, "yes Charlie, then, when I hit around your age, my eyes turned... Well, purple." Wonka placed his left hand in his pocket and took out a foldaway mirror. "I think it would be best if you looked yourself."
Charlie looked up at Wonka with confusion. Could this all be a silly joke? Wonka did do these kinds of things just for a laugh. But, he did seem so serious about it. Very serious. Charlie took the mirror from Wonka and opened it up. He took a breath, then looked into the mirror and straight at his own eyes.
Chocolate Brown. At least, they were for the most part. Charlie looked closer and saw what looked like a ring of Dark Purple tightly wrapped around his pupil. He gasped in shock. His eyes were changing colour.
"It's just the weirdest thing," Wonka said with a smile, "it happened the exact same way to me too. Silly huh?"
"Mr. Wonka... why, how? Is it the candy?" Charlie asked folding up the mirror and handing it back to Willy.
"It can't be the candy Charlie, because, when that started to happen, I didn't invent or test any candy yet. I think it just naturally happened to me." Wonka then grinned, his own purple eyes glittering with happiness, "I knew why you were so special. Now, there is another reason why you are so fit to be my heir!"
"What would Mum think? She'd think that you went around and changed my eye colour."
Wonka frowned for a moment, "I don't think so. I could explain I didn't even know that was going to happen." He grinned again, "I think it is so neat though!" He frowned mentally... what if Charlie was teased?
"Hey, Weirdo... what's happening to your eyes?"
Young Willy looked at the boy with confusion, "What are you talking about?"
"Your eyes... They're purple!"
Willy didn't want to believe the boy. He always bullied or teased him, there was no point to listen to such a mean person, "I don't believe you," he said curtly, crossing his arms.
"Why don't you ask your Dorky friend over here then," the boy said gesturing towards Willy's best friend. "I'd bet he'd see it too!"
Willy frowned at the boy, but did go over to his friend, and ask if his eyes seemed to look purple. His friend squinted as he examined Willy's eyes, and his own widened in shock.
"Willy! They are, they are! They're turning Dark Purple!"
Willy, not wanting to believe his friend, dashed away into the bathroom and sat on the counter, staring into his eyes. It was happening, they were turning Dark Purple, a deep ring surrounded his pupil... and there was nothing he could do.
"Great..." Willy said, slumping his back against the mirror, "now father has something more to hate about me. I'm even weirder than before."
"What's so great about Purple Eyes anyway?" He shouted to no one in particular, looking up at the ceiling with exasperation.
Wonka snapped out of his flashback to see Charlie looking at him with a strange expression. He laughed nervously and said, "I'm sorry, I was having another one of my flashbacks..."
Charlie frowned, "they teased you, didn't they?"
Wonka looked slightly taken a back with Charlie's comment. He frowned and responded in a small voice, "yea... all the time."
Charlie walked over to sit on Willy's couch, "almost every time you have a flashback, you seem sad."
Wonka followed and sat beside Charlie, "well, I did have Purple eyes. It is pretty weird."
"No, it's not just teasing is it Mr. Wonka? It's mostly, something else... isn't it?"
Willy said nothing and looked away from Charlie. He forgot, he assumed that Charlie already knew or didn't care. Charlie knew nothing of his past. He never told him at all. What would he think of the Great Willy Wonka, having a huge amount of headgear? The Great Chocolatier, not allowed to have Chocolate... Willy Wonka... whose father left him when he was only Charlie's age..?
"See? You're doing it again!"
Wonka shook himself, "ah, so I was. There is no need to worry about it Charlie." Willy bent over and grabbed his notebook and pencil, "how about we brainstorm a bit before we check out the other things going on the factory."
Charlie didn't feel like changing the subject, but he also felt that Wonka seemed less peppy whenever they seemed to talk about it. He nodded and smiled, "sure." Anything to make Willy happier.
They sat there, on Wonka's couch eating candies in bowls and rating them, trying to find ways to make them better. Caramels, Chocolates, and Butterscotch Toffees. Not all the eating was for inventing and brainstorming purposes. Some of it, as Willy explained to Charlie, was to help them think, and Charlie didn't seem to mind in the least, testing and eating Candies while thinking up new ones. Life as a Chocolatier was wonderful.
Two and a half hours of brainstorming they came up with something that Wonka would agree with. "Okay, so it's a chewing gum that crackles when you eat it. When you blow it up, the bubble will pop with thousands of candy tiny sparkles that will flutter to the ground." He gestured with his hands a sprinkling motion and smiled wildly. "Brilliant Charlie, brilliant!"
He felt something rest lightly on his shoulder and heavy breathing, "Charlie?"
He looked and saw Charlie, sound asleep, resting on him. He must have been tired, Willy thought, yawning himself. In fact, I'm pretty tiered too... Wonka tried to stop himself from yawing again, but to no avail. I should have gone to bed last night... In fact... I should have gone to bed yesterday too...
He felt himself feel heavier and his eyelids drooped, "I'm sure... that it's OK to close my eyes for only a second. Just a second..." Wonka closed his eyes, "then... I... can... brainstorm... more..." With that said, Willy fell asleep.
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Wonka was running, "Charlie!" he screamed, "Charlie!"
But, Charlie was no-where to be found. Wonka dashed around another corner and shot down the stairs, calling out again, "Charlie!" He has this horrid feeling that something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
He ran as fast as he could towards the nearest window. He didn't know why he needed to be a window. But, something was telling him to go towards it. When he stopped in front of it, he saw a group of people walking out of the factory escorting a struggling little boy. He squinted down, to see who it was, and for one awful moment, he realized... it was Charlie.
"Hey!" he called out of the window, trying to catch the men's attention. "Hey, you! Leave Charlie alone!"
He backed away from the window and started to run towards where he kept the Elevator. His mind was racing, why did I fall asleep? I could of stopped Charlie from being taken away! How could I be so stupid?
He stopped, dead in his tracks, the Elevator was gone, and so were the call buttons. "Wait... where is the Elevator?"
He had no time for delays, he had to get to Charlie, fast! So, he turned his tail and ran towards the nearest set of stairs and started to dash down them as fast as he could. As he ran, window's flashed by mockingly and he could see the men walking through the gates, getting ready to shove Charlie into a car.
But, the stairs seemed to go on forever and forever, never getting any closer to Charlie or the men, no matter how fast he ran, no matter how many steps he took.
"Charlie! No, Charlie!" he reached out his hand towards Charlie as the car sped away. A horrid choking feeling grasping onto his heart. "Not Charlie!"
He dashed harder and harder as he saw the car drive off into the distance and fade away. "I -huff- can... still -puff- get to him!" he said, still running as fast as he could.
"CHARLIE!"
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Willy felt something dab his forehead with something rather cool. He opened his eyes to look in the face of Mrs. Bucket who was leaning over him with a cool cloth pressed to his forehead.
He stared at her for several moments before sitting up rapidly, making his head spin for a moment. He realized that he was in his Plum-Red Bedroom, and that made no sense what so ever. He didn't remember falling asleep here.
"Mr. Wonka, would you please lay down, you have a fever," she said, hands on her hips, lips pursed with annoyance.
He turned to her, "fever? Oh..."
He lay back down, that would explain why he felt very cold. He looked at the ceiling, before sitting up rapidly again, making Mrs. Bucket spill the container of cold water all over herself.
"Mr. Wonka!"
"Charlie! Wh-where's Charlie?" Wonka then started to quickly explain what happened and waved his arm around to make sure that she got the idea, "I saw some men try to take him away and I tried to stop them but I couldn't because the stairs kept on going on forever and ever and I didn't get him and now he's not here and did you manage to find Charlie? Oh no... What if it's my fault Charlie isn't here and-"
Mrs. Bucket placed a hand over his mouth, grabbed his arm, and said, with a rather annoyed voice, "Charlie is fine Mr. Wonka. Nobody had 'taken him away'. Now, would you please, lay. down!"
Willy took a breath and lay, again, back down against the soft sheets of his bed. Looking rather insulted, in a childish way, about being yelled at by Charlie's mother. He crossed his arms and glared up back at her and gave her a rather pouty face.
She sighed and added with a kinder smile, "I'm sorry Mr. Wonka... Charlie is fine though. I think your fever gave you have a nightmare. Charlie will be back, he said that he was going to get some lunch for you."
"Lunch...?"
"Yes, it seems that you and Charlie have had a little nap about the excitement of the sheep and brainstorming. It's already one o'clock." she stood up holding onto the container and cloth, "now, I have to re-fill this, stay put." With that said and done, she turned and left the room.
Wonka stared at the ceiling. Getting fevers wasn't all too rare for him, sometimes, he worked so hard, he barely had time to take care of himself properly to keep himself healthy. But, it seemed that this time was a little bit worse than the others. He realized that he hadn't gotten any sleep the night before, or the night before that, plus, he had been going to bed very, very late every night for the past week. That couldn't be healthy. No, it wasn't healthy.
Mrs. Bucket came back into the room holding a new container of icy cold water and sat beside Willy again.
Something dawned on Willy. "Wait! How did you get here? Last time I checked this was only accessible by the Elevator and me, for that matter."
Mrs. Bucket dipped the towel in the water, folded it and placed it on Wonka's forehead. "Charlie brought me up here. He took your key chain from your pocket to do so. He was really worried you know."
Wonka nodded. Ah, so that's how she got in here. He thengave her a look of confusion, regarding her last comment, "worried?"
"Yes, I was too at first. Charlie came into our home telling us that you looked funny. We asked him what he meant and he told us that you were paler than ever and sweating like a mad man. You were also mumbling nonsense under your breath when he lead me up here."
"Nonsense?"
"Something about Purple Eyes and stairwells. It was really confusing. As I said, nonsense." She took the cloth off of his head, rung it out, and dipped it back into the container.
"Okay... how did I get here?"
"You don't remember?" She asked, placing the cloth back on his head.
He furrowed his eyebrows, remember? "No... Should I?"
"I suppose not, you were pretty out of it," Mrs. Bucket explained. "We woke you up and lead you to your bedroom, the whole way you were muttering something about us, and the fact we need to get Charlie back." She dabbed his forehead a couple more times and continued, "In fact, Charlie himself had to re-assure you several times that he was still there, before you calmed down."
"Wow... I don't remember that at all," he said, "weird."
"Your fever was pretty bad."
"It's gone down right?" Wonka didn't want to stay in bed all day, he made a promise to Charlie. Plus, he hated to sit around doing nothing. It was just plain boring.
"I don't know, we'll have to check again in a few minutes."
He sighed, and sank down deeper in his bed. He must have worried Charlie so much. He knew, if it was Charlie with the fever, he would be very worried. That's it, he would have to apologize to Charlie for all his worry. Wonka felt that he didn't need to worry Charlie so much, Charlie had enough to worry about.
The door to his room creaked open and Charlie walked through holding a tray with a sandwich on it. Wonka tried to sit up, but Mrs. Bucket pushed on him to keep him from doing it so quickly. For, she almost spilt the water allover again.
Charlie laughed and walked over, holding the tray, "Are you feeling better Mr. Wonka?"
"Yea Charlie, much better," he smiled back.
Mrs. Bucket stood up; "Well Charlie, you stay here and I'll get the thermometer."
Charlie nodded and sat down in the chair she was sitting in beside Wonka's bed. He placed the tray on Willy's lap. "I tried to bring something to drink, but it kept spilling in the Elevator."
Wonka laughed, sitting up better so he was more comfortable, "Don't worry about it Charlie, I can get something from my fridge later, kay?"
"Alright," Charlie grinned. Charlie suddenly found his mind trailing off to earlier on.
Charlie woke up, feeling rather refreshed. He needed that sleep. He realized that he must have slipped down, because his head was in Wonka's lap. He sat up quickly.
"Sorry Mr. Wonka, I didn't mean..." He looked up towards Willy and saw that he was asleep as well.
But, something was different with the way that Willy Wonka was sleeping. His breathing was short, he was horribly pale and perspiration ran down his face. He was also mumbling in his sleep and his face was contorted to one of agony.
Charlie suspected that it was a dream, so he started to shake Willy's arm to wake him up. "Mr. Wonka... Mr. Wonka." But, Wonka didn't seem to want to wake up, his eyes closer tighter and he mumbled something else.
Charlie realized that he recognized the symptoms. Or rather, he remembered his mother telling him that he was the same way once. Charlie kneeled on the couch and placed his hand on Wonka's forehead. Willy Wonka definitely had a fever; he was very, very warm.
Charlie thought wildly and with panic. He didn't know how to take care of someone with a fever... What was he supposed to do? "What would mum do? What would mum do?" That's it. He would get his mother.
"I'll need to get mum," Charlie said, getting up from the couch, "she'll know what to do."
He bent over and grabbed Willy's large key ring. "Sorry Mr. Wonka... I'll be needing this."
Charlie dashed out of the room and into the Elevator, hoping that Willy Wonka would be alright on his own on the couch. Last thing he needed was for Willy to fall off of the couch and hurt himself more.
Quickly, he pressed the button "Chocolate Waterfall" and arrived within a matter of minutes. It seemed, that even the Elevator seemed to know what was going on, for Charlie swore that he arrived in half the time of what he was normally used to. It's not like Charlie was complaining though.
He dashed out of the elevator and towards the Bucket house. Opening the door, he nearly ran into his mother. In fact, he did, but she quickly caught him and braced herself before she ended up on the floor.
Mrs. Bucket said, "Charlie dear, what's the matter?"
Charlie looked up at her, breathing heavily from running, "Mum, Mr. Wonka is sick."
She let go, "really Charlie?"
"Yea. We went to visit his sheep, then we went upstairs to brainstorm. We must have fallen asleep. Because, I woke up, and Mr. Wonka looked funny."
"Funny, dear?"
"Yea, he's all pale and sweaty. He's also mumbling," Charlie said quickly, trying to get his mother get the point and help, "I checked his temperature, he's really hot."
"I see," she walked over to the door. "Let's see what I can do." She turned to the others in the house, "I'll be back later Buckets!" ("See you later." "Bye dear." "Doorknobs are funny.")
Charlie nodded and led his mother towards the Glass Elevator. Mrs. Bucket wasn't in fact very fond of the glass Elevator at all. She had ridden it once, and decided that once was enough. Usually first impressions meant everything, and "Up and Out" was not a very good first impression at all in her books.
He handed her the large key ring, "I can't reach, but can you put the small purple key into the keyhole up there?" He pointed at the keyhole marked "Home" on the Elevator.
She nodded, jammed a tiny purple key into the keyhole, and twisted it. Nothing happened. She twisted it again. Yet again, nothing happened.
"Try another one!"
She looked down, and saw, with the hundreds of other keys was about ten other small purple keys. All of which were different shapes and thickness.
"Which one?"
"I dunno... pick one!"
She picked a random one, and jammed it into the top keyhole and twisted it. She really didn't expect that was the right one. For she shouted with surprise when the Elevator sped up rapidly as soon as the finished twisting the key.
The Elevator stopped, and Mrs. Bucket stumbled out of the Elevator, while Charlie dashed out and towards Willy Wonka. She thought to herself, that she'd never go on the Elevator again. No matter how many times that Charlie would beg her. A nice set of stairs were good enough, Thankyou-very-much.
She sighed, straightened herself, and looked towards Willy Wonka. Who, was now laying on his side, covering his face with his left arm, mumbling something about "never ending stairs".
"I think he's getting worse," Charlie said with worry, placing his hand on Wonka's forehead.
"Don't worry dear, we'll just move him to his bed and get a thermometer. Okay Charlie?"
"Charlie?"
"Charrrlieeee... Chaaarliee." Willy waved his left hand in front of Charlie's face several times, and made a whistling noise like he was a radio in space, saying, "hellooooo... Factory to Charlie, Factory to Charlie... this is Wonka speaking."
Charlie blinked several times and looked towards Willy and grinned, "sorry, I was thinking."
Willy grinned widely, "did it hurt?"
Charlie just glared mockingly, "No! -er-... Eat your sandwich!"
"No."
Charlie sighed heavily, "Why not?"
"It's Turkey," Willy said, lifting the piece of bread, looking inside and saying, 'ew', when he saw the Turkey. He wiped his hand on his jacket with a face contorted to one of disgust.
"I thought you liked Turkey!" Charlie exclaimed throwing his hands in the air.
"I only like Turkey on Wednesdays... everyone knows that."
Charlie sighed again, "I didn't!"
Wonka placed his hand on his chin in a thinking matter, "oh... I suppose I forgot to tell you."
"Erg!" Charlie exclaimed resting his head on the edge of the bed, his arms wilting on the sides of him.
"Just kidding!" Willy exclaimed happily as Mrs. Bucket walked through the door holding onto what seemed to be a wad of papers and a thermometer.
And through the sheets of the bed, Wonka and Mrs. Bucket could hear a muffled, "I think he's feeling better..."
Mrs. Bucket laughed and walked over to Willy and Charlie. "Oh, that's good. Because Mr. Wonka has mail," Mrs. Bucket tossed a handful of letters bound together towards Willy.
Willy caught it and looked at the pile, the top envelope was stamped with "important". It was obviously done by the Oompa-Loompa's; who thought, that these letters, were very important.
"What are those?" Charlie asked, lifting his head from the bed.
"I think... people have been reading the newspapers," Wonka frowned, holding up the pile.
"Great. That's all we need."
Authors Thoughts – This was very interesting to write. This chapter seemed to write itself… and pulled itself towards the story. I can't WAIT to write the next chapter. Sadly though, I am going to be going for the next couple of days on a boat, so no updates from me for three or more days. I promise though, that I will think of many cool additions for the story. Kay?
Wonkaland Info – Yay! We have winners! (and flavors.)
Sunny, the Yellow Sheep, is now Honeysuckle flavored (by PucktoFaerie)
Lily, the Green Sheep, is now Sweet Honeydew flavored (by IDOL HANDS)
Thankyou both. I thought this was a nice match up for the Sheep. (Gives them the new flavor of Cotton Candy)
The letters? Yes, those are some people either telling off Willy Wonka, or joining his side. I won't tell you what they are exactly though…
The gum that they invented? – Thankyou to one of my bestest friends… Hingeitsa-sama! huggle glomp
Chapter Six Preview – The significance of Wonka's and Charlie's eyes is more explained, and it seems that some of the Newspapers are telling Wonka their personal idea. Even a certain someone has an idea for Willy to consider…
To the Past Reviewers: It seemed that some of you thought that the baby Lambs were the reason for Wonka saying, "I'd rather not talk about this one." No, in fact, it's not the case at all. I personally, think the case is the fact that they are sheering sheep. I don't think that the public would be wanting be eating animal hair. No matter how tasty and sugary it was. I will keep it this way for my fic as well. Hope it cleared some things up for you!
Important Note: Please Review. I wanna know if any of you liked it. Plus, I may feel like updating faster if I know that people actually read what I write. (No flames... I'll only feed them to Gloop, although, I don't think even he likes flames. I think I'll dip them into Chocolate first.).