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Edit: This has be edited for your reading pleasure. Thankyou to The Lady of Light, who helpfully told me some mistakes I had done in this and the past Chapters. Thankyou. I will now check for my commen mistakes such as writing "It's" instead of "Its" and "Through," instead of "Threw" and "yea" instead of "yeah". You have also helped me to realize... that I need to check over an extra time. Hehe. Merci Boucoup mon amie!

Wow. This chapter took a little longer than most Chapters do to write. I'm trying to set up for something -big-, happening in the chapters that are coming up. This chapter was -so- fun to write. While I was writing it, I found a whole page full of very accurate Willy Wonka quotes from the Movie, "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," I found them very helpful to write Willy's character. I suggest, that if you are writing a story concering Willy and Charlie, that you do the same, because it helps for you to write the character better. But, you get a kick out of remembering him say, "To lock in moisture," and primp his hair after Violet's mother asks him what "Hair Cream" is for. -randomly laughs-. Ah, the fun.

Warning: This Fanfiction may contain Movie Spoilers: So, if you don't like them, watch the movie, then come back.

Chapter Eight Summery – Charlie is hearing and feeling Willy Wonka? Or is it all a dream? And Charlie suddenly realizes what Willy's problem… but will Wonka let Charlie help him realize what it is?

Chapter 8 – Dreaming Fantasies

Charlie stared out of the back of the Car with agony. He watched the snow fall harshly and endlessly onto the ground. Willy's car was gone, and there was nothing he could do. Was there? He couldn't have done anything, he'd never see the famous Willy Wonka again. They were probably going to send him to jail, or an asylum.

Charlie lay down on the back seat of the car and curled himself into a ball. Tears started streaming down his face angrily. He covered his face with his arms and started to cry heavily. Willy was gone. He's never see the factory again, he'd never see Wonka again, never again. No more Lily, no more Chocolate Waterfall, no more Oompa-Loompa's. No more... dreamland. He would just go back and like in his shack again.

I don't want to believe it. Mr. Wonka can't be gone. He just can't. I-I don't want to believe it. Charlie sobbed again and buried his face into his arms. He started to worry, what would they do to Willy? What would happen to him? Charlie hoped that they wouldn't hurt him.

'Charlie... stop crying. Please.' Charlie heard a voice as if it was faded in the distance. Against his face, he felt a gloved finger wipe away one of his tears.

Charlie shot upwards, he looked around wildly. He could swear that it was Willy Wonka who spoke to and touched him. He looked around, nobody was there. He lay back down. He must of been imagining it. He choked another sob. He definitely was imagining it, he missed Willy so much, he was starting to think Wonka was there. Charlie knew better, Willy Wonka wasn't there.

'Charlie, please. Stop crying...' He felt someone grab tightly around his shoulders, wake up Charlie. Wake up.'

Wake up? Charlie thought, and he wiped away some of his tears with his sleeve. He looked up and around and felt his shoulders with his hands. Nobody was there.

"Ex-Excuse me? Did you... Did you say something?" Charlie got up, and leaned over to talk to the driver.

"Stopped whining kid?" The man laughed as he turned a corner, "and no. Already going insane? I guess he rubbed off more on you than I thought."

Charlie lay back down. Was he going insane? No... It must have been denial. That's it. Denial. But, was it denial if you thought it was denial?

'He's not waking up. Charlie! Charlie!' It was the faded voice again, he felt something shake his shoulders. But, he seemed to remain still. He put his hands on his own shoulders where he felt the hand. Nothing. Nothing was there. It didn't make any sense. Was he imagining it?

'Fudged Fiddlesticks! Wake up Charlie!' Fudged Fiddlesticks? That was something very Wonkaish to say. Charlie wiped his face again, and looked out the back of the car, expecting to see Willy running after it. But, there was no Wonka chasing after the car. Only the swirling madness of falling snow. Charlie sighed heavily and slumped back into the seat, another tear falling from his eyes. He must have been imagining it.

'This is annoying me more than a goose with gum in its feathers. Come on Charlie, please, wake up.'

Charlie stayed laying down and covered his ears with his hands. He hoped, that he would no-longer hear that voice, that taunting voice. Charlie suddenly felt someone lever him up into a sitting position. But, he didn't seem to move, he was still laying on the car seat. Why did it feel like he was getting levered up?

'This should work.'

Suddenly, and rather unexceptionally, Charlie felt something get shoved into his mouth. He pulled his hands to his mouth and felt. Nothing was there. It also started to feel like his mouth was being moved up and down forcefully with a gloved hand. But, his mouth wasn't really moving, was it? He swallowed hard. Whatever it was, he swallowed it. Even if it really wasn't there.

Everything started to go black and fade away. What was happening to him? Why did he hear and feel Willy Wonka? Why was this happening? The darkness was now consuming him quickly, at least, he couldn't see or hear that horrid car anymore.

"Charlie, wake up," the voice sounded more real this time. He felt a solid rubbery hand wipe away one of his new fallen tears. It didn't feel faded, and in the distance anymore. It felt much more real, like it was actually there.

"Don't cry. Wake up. Just open your eyes," he heard the voice say again. Though, it was starting to sound urgent. "See? It's done like this," whatever this person may have done to demonstrate the art of opening eyes when unnoticed and unseen.

Open my eyes? I don't remember closing them. Maybe... they are. Slowly, but surely, Charlie opened up his eyes.

The Dreaming Room materialized in front of him. He was sitting up and on the orange bed that he ate the Dreaming Fantasy on. He blinked a couple of times and he saw a whole group of Oompa-Loompa's looking at him. He thought for a wild moment. Wait... who was holding him up...?

He didn't look back. He knew who it was; glancing down at the left hand glove that was holding him up confirmed it. Charlie let out a cry of relief, mirth and sorrow and turned around quickly tightening his arms around the waist of, a now very shocked, Willy Wonka.

Willy bit his lip and held onto Charlie with his left arm. Completely confused of what to do. He had a hysterical Eleven-year old, or so he thought, grabbing onto him like he was going to fly away. He tensed up and took a sharp breath as Charlie buried his face into the fabric of his shirt sobbing.

"Ch-Charlie?" Wonka managed to say after a minute or so, he looked down towards the sobbing child. "Charlie, what happened?"

Charlie took a couple of shuddering breaths and through his tears he said, "it-it was h-horrible Mr. W-Wonka."

"Shhh," Wonka rubbed Charlie's back a couple times, thinking that was what Mrs. Bucket would have done at the moment. "Don't worry. Whatever it is, it's gone now, Kay?"

"B-but it was so-so... awful..."

"What happened?" He said nervously, biting his lip hard. He couldn't stand to see Charlie in such dismay. Whatever he had been dreaming about, it must have been horrible. Absolutely horrible. He felt his own lip start to tremble but, he kept his voice steady, "tell me Charlie, tell me everything."

"I left you and the Sq-Squirrels, and... and... I..." Charlie started to sob again. It was very hard to speak. He started again, "I went and f-found your cows..."

"Did you have a nightmare about cows? Did the cows attack you?" Wonka asked, seriously thinking that this was the problem.

Charlie laughed through his sobs, "No, af-after I left the Cows I f-found this room. And... and... I asked if I could have on-one of those Candies." Charlie pointed to the bowl on the bedside table.

"The Dreaming Fantasies?"

"Y-yeah. The Oompa-L...Loompa said that it was OK. Th-that I could h-have one." Charlie took a breath and spoke after a few seconds, "I tried it... and n-nothing happened."

"Nothing?"

"A-at least I thought it did nothing," Charlie sobbed, "I-I left the room and... ev-everything was different."

Ah, thought Willy and he started to rub Charlie's back some more, still biting his lip, This is where the nightmare started. "How was it different, Charlie?" he asked, knowing that it would help.

"Th-the Chocolate R-River was all dried up."

"Dried up? Well, that's doesn't help the factory up very much does it? How can I make my Famous Strawberry-Flavored Chocolate-Coated Fudge?" Willy said, sounding rather taken aback. Trying his hardest to lighten the mood.

Charlie laughed slightly and continued, "yeah. All the r-rooms were shutdown too. All of them. I-I thought it was a black out. So, I ran to the Nut R-Room too see if you were OK."

"Was I OK?"

"You-you weren't there."

"What? I was supposed to be arguing with the Squirrels! It is very important that I was arguing with the Squirrels!"

"Th-that's what I thought. But, In-instead there were these... these men wearing all black. They told me th-they took you away. A-And... they grabbed me."

"They didn't!"

"And... and... they started to drag me away outside," Charlie tightened his grip on Willy's coat, remembering what happened in his nightmare. "They kept on dragging me... and dragging me. And they threw me into the sn-snow."

"How very rude". Willy tensed more underneath Charlie's grip.

"I-I tried to run away. But they caught me, and picked me up. One of them threw me ov-over his shoulder."

"How dare he!"

"Th-that's what you said."

Wonka looked at Charlie with confusion, "but, I thought they took me away. How could I have said that? Clearly, I cannot say anything about a matter if I was not there."

"But you were there. They were holding you outside the fr-front of the factory. Y-you looked really mad," Charlie said, recalling the pale-white complexion of Wonka's face, the light reflecting off trickle of blood running down his newly-bleeding lip. The bared teeth like a wild animal.

"Mad?"

"Yeah. They said something to you. And, you got even... even madder. You st-started to run towards the man holding me. It was like you were going to a-attack them or something."

"Go me!" Wonka suddenly exclaimed, jabbing his left arm in the air as if he was watching a foot-ball game... He looked down at Charlie, laughed nervously, placing down his arm and said, "oh... sorry... Continue."

Charlie wasn't sure if he wanted to continue. He wanted to erase that moment from his mind. It was too real, way too real. He didn't want to experience it again. "They... they..." His voice started to break again, and tears started to fall from his face more rapidly.

Willy took out a plum-red handkerchief and dabbed Charlie's face, "they what? If you don't tell me Charlie, it won't get better."

Charlie swallowed, "They chased you they pulled out some black... black... Well, they looked like ba-baseball bats."

Willy widened his eyes, and he said in a small voice, "baseball bats?"

"Yeah... and," he felt that he could no-longer hold back his sorrow, "and they...they... hu-hurt..." he couldn't say it. But, he found himself shouting it out quickly and loudly instead, "They hurt you!"

Charlie burst out crying and clasped onto Willy's coat, burying his head deep into its Aqua fabrics, sobbing hard, never feeling that he'd stop. There, at least he said it. Even though it hurt so much to do so, he felt so much better. At least he said it. He would never say it again.

Wonka wrapped his arm around Charlie. He didn't know what to think, he didn't know what to do, he didn't even know how to feel. He got hurt in Charlie's dream and, Charlie was crying about it. He didn't understand. Willy raised his head and looked at one of the Oompa-Loompa's.

"Get Charlie's Mother, quickly. Make her understand it's urgent," He rubbed Charlie's back absent mindedly as Charlie sobbed, "just get her quick, Kay?"

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Eight o'clock at night and it had finally stopped snowing outside the great Chocolate Factory. Four feet of snow had fallen, and nobody dared to even leave their homes. Though, the sky showed threateningly that it would snow again upon the factory, and the moment of silence wouldn't last forever.

Wonka walked across the Candy Meadow to Charlie's house. Wearing his favorite Plum-Red coat, bright red gloves, and hat. He walked as quick as he could with a cane and twisted ankle. But, he managed to make it there in good time. He stopped at the door, fixed the cuffs on his coat, straightened his hat and knocked lightly.

There was chattering inside, and a wonderful smell wafted out as Mrs. Bucket opened the door.

"Hello Mrs. Bucket," Wonka took off his hat and held it to his chest, he placed on a wide grin, "may I come in? I'd like to see Charlie."

"Of course Mr. Wonka," she stepped aside and allowed him to walk in. "You know you don't have to ask to come and visit Charlie. We're also having a bit of a late supper, so would you like to stay?"

Wonka nodded and placed his hat on a hat rack, and hung up his plum red coat. He turned towards Mrs. Bucket and tightened his grip on his cane, "how is Charlie by the way?"

"Much better. He has been asking to see you every ten minutes for the past two hours."

After Willy Wonka had called the Oompa-Loompa's and Charlie's mother had come to retrieve Charlie, Wonka had gotten up and hurried out of the room almost the moment she had come. In fact, Wonka didn't even come back to check on Charlie once. He wasn't doing that out of carelessness, but out of his own feelings. He never, never, never wanted to see Charlie like that again. It stung him so horribly to have Charlie cry over... his sake. Even though it was just a dream.

He wanted to be with Charlie, and help him get better. But, if he stayed there, he knew that he'd soon need someone to hold him and help him get better. Last thing he needed was to get hysterical and depressed and loose the situation completely. That was the last thing he wanted to do, especially in front of Charlie.

It took awhile for Willy to strike up enough courage to even go down to visit. He really didn't want to see Charlie cry anymore. He planned to take a risk anyway.

"Is he still... you know?"

"No. A sniffle here, and a deep sigh there, but he's much better." Mrs. Bucket said thoughtfully.

"That's good," Wonka grinned, and walked into the house more. He looked up at the stairs to Charlie's former room. He pointed with one gloved finger, "is he up there?

"Yes dear, you can just go up the latter." She glanced at his arm for a moment, "if you can manage that Mr. Wonka."

He laughed nervously again, "yup. I can manage it just fine. Thankyou Mrs. Bucket."

He walked across the small house and near the grandparents and he looked up at the latter, and thought of how he was going to tackle it. Well, it wasn't too high up. He'd manage. Willy tossed his cane up, then started on the latter. He found it was much more difficult then he thought with one arm. He managed to bring his left arm so it rested near his cane. But, he couldn't go any further.

He tried to lever himself up several times, but failed miserably. He managed to pull himself so his head was looking level with the floor when, his foot slipped and he fell backwards onto the floor with a harsh -thump-.

"Whizzing Whangdoodles!"

"Mr. Wonka!"

Willy saw Charlie's head poke out from the edge of the platform. Wonka held his head with his left hand to keep it from spinning. "Ow." Charlie's head disappeared from view, then he completely reappeared to start making his way down the latter towards Wonka.

Charlie knelt down beside Willy, "are you alright Mr. Wonka?"

Willy started to laugh, "I'm fine, just hit my noggin," he sat up and rubbed the back of his head, "I sure do that a lot don't I?"

He stood up and brushed himself off. He brushed himself off for several seconds, seemingly ignoring Charlie completely. Once the last speck of dust was gone, he turned to Charlie, and bent over so he was almost eye-level with Charlie.

"How are you feeling, Charlie?" he asked with a grin.

Charlie grinned weakly, "much better Mr. Wonka. I want to say, I'm sorry. I caused so much trouble for you in the past couple of days."

Wonka straightened up, "no! Believe me Charlie. Much worse things have happened to be before and I forgave the person who did the mistakes."

"Who?"

"Me. But, that's besides the point," Willy placed his hand into one of his pockets, "Charlie, you did nothing. Everything happened by accident. Usually my accidents happen, a little more... spaced out from each other..."

"But Mr. Wonka, I-"

"But nothing! As I said before. It's not your problem! Now, I know something that is," and before Charlie could retort, he pulled out of his pocket a clear bag with what looked like gummy mints. "Usually, when a Oompa-Loompa gets a malfunctioning Dreaming Fantasy, they still get nightmares for exactly five days afterwards. So, eat one of these before you go to sleep for the next five days."

Charlie took the bag from him, "thanks Mr. Wonka." Charlie placed them in his pocket. He stood there for several awkward moments, not sure of what to do or say. After a few more minutes he turned back to Willy, "er... how are the Squirrels?"

Wonka sighed and placed his gloved hand on his chin in a thinking motion, "not very well. I talked to them for hours. I managed to get some of them to agree. But, the rest," he turned to Charlie and grinned again, "just don't wanna listen."

"What will you do about the ones who don't want to listen?"

"I don't know Charlie. That's one of life's question's isn't it?" Wonka paused almost looking thoughtful, "this will resolve, one way or another. Either for the brown or the grey. Both think they are right, and know what's best. It just depends on who will win."

"Can't one of them make a compromise... an idea?"

Willy grinned again, "as much as one of them would want to tell the rest their compromise or idea. They would be too afraid to."

"What could they be afraid of?"

Wonka looked Charlie directly in the face, "I don't know Charlie." He turned and looked up the latter, and to where his cane might be. "Never mind that! That's the problem of the Squirrels, not yours. I'll solve it! Right now... I need to get that cane."

Charlie looked back at Willy for one brief moment, watching him try to get his cane with a wild crazy grin. It was like nothing happened, nothing happened at all. But, is that really how he actually feels? Wonka hopped on one foot several times, trying to grab it.

"Charlie, Mr. Wonka, supper's ready."

Wonka gave up after a few tries of reaching, placing his hand on his hip, "ah well. I can get the Cane later. Let's eat!" He started to hum happily as he half-limped, half-walked towards the dinner table beside Charlie.

Why does he try to forget... like nothing ever happened? What is he afraid of?

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Wonka walked out of the house happily along-side Charlie, humming to himself. He looked upwards at the lights that were now dimmed like a night sky. He smiled and grinned down at Charlie, "that was really good, wasn't it Charlie? Absolutely delicious."

"But, Mr. Wonka, you didn't have any of it."

Wonka looked at Charlie as if he was taken taken-back and insulted, "oh! I did have some of it. If I didn't, I wouldn't have been able to comment how good it was, now could I?"

"Well, not very much," Charlie sat down on a nice strip of Sugar Grass that had a good over-view of the whole Candy Meadow and Chocolate Waterfall.

Wonka followed suit and actually lay completely down on the grass, looking upwards. "I wasn't that hungry."

"I can't believe that, you didn't eat your lunch today. I bet that sandwich is still sitting on your bed-tray."

"That still doesn't change the fact that I'm not hungry," he turned so he could see Charlie's face, "I didn't drag you out here to talk about my eating habits. I came out here to talk to you whether you are truly feeling better."

Charlie lay down himself and faced Wonka, "What do you mean?"

"You were rather quiet during dinner," Wonka picked a piece of Sugar Grass and began to suck on it absent-mindedly. "You usually jabber on about different idea's and things," Wonka made a 'jabbering' motion with his glove, as if it was talking rapidly. "Today you were quiet," his glove shut quickly and he lay his hand back down.

Charlie looked up again at the ceiling, "I had a lot to think about."

"Did it hurt?" Willy asked with an evil grin; picking another blade of grass and placing it into his mouth.

Charlie laughed and turned back to Willy, "could you quit saying that?" After a few moments he stopped laughing and he said, "I'm worried about you."

"Me? Why would you be worried about silly ol' me?" Willy said, while sitting up to straighten his jacket underneath him.

"Because, 'silly ol' you', doesn't seem to be as 'alright' as you tell everybody."

Wonka was still looking away from Charlie, brushing some grass off his sleeve. Whether this was deliberate, Charlie didn't know. "What makes you think that?"

"Well, whenever something just happens, you brush it away like it never happened. But, that's not the case is it, Mr. Wonka? I think you still worry about it, but you don't tell anybody. That's why you haven't been getting any sleep lately, that's why you have gotten sick." Charlie sat up as well.

"Oh, really?" Willy still looked away, but from the view that Charlie saw of his face, Wonka looked annoyed.

"Yes Mr. Wonka. Why don't you tell us what's wrong?"

Rather suddenly, Willy stood up, "sorry Charlie, I just remembered. I have something to do."

"But I thought you said-"

Wonka interrupted, holding up his hand, "well, I was wrong. I have to go." Willy turned, and started to march heatedly towards the Glass Elevator. "Sorry."

Charlie stood up to follow Wonka, "Mr. Wonka... I didn't mean to offend-"

"Sorry Charlie, you'll have to speak up... I can't hear you," he placed a hand to his ear as if he was using it to hear Charlie. "The Chocolate River is much to noisy. You'll have to speak up."

Wonka got into the Elevator, Charlie just stopped in front of it. Wonka turned around, ignoring Charlie and pressed a button.

As the doors shut, Charlie said, "Mr. Wonka, you listened to me, why won't you let me listen to you?"

Willy stayed silent, and continued to look slightly downwards, and away from Charlie. The Elevator slowly started to go upwards, and he continued to ignore.

"Why don't you let us help you?" Charlie said quietly as the Elevator suddenly went tearing upwards.

Authors Thoughts – This Chapter is surprisingly a lot more depressing than my other Chapters. But, I felt a good need for something like this in the story. I assure you, that there is not going to be a lot of sad moments like this, only when there is one needed to be. I really, really, REALLY enjoyed writing Wonka listening to Charlie's horrible nightmare. It was sad and very funny at the same time. I will never forget Wonka's "GO ME!" When he heard that his dream-self was going after those mean Authority men.

Wonkaland Info –. Wow, not a lot in Wonkaland Info today.

The Candy that Willy Wonka shoved into Charlie's mouth – Yup that is in fact the reversal Candy for the Dreaming Fantasies. It is also the same Candy that Willy gave to Charlie to keep the dream from reoccurring in his natural sleep.

Dreaming Fantasies – How do they work? Well, why Charlie didn't think he fell asleep in the first place was because the Dreaming Fantasy starts your dream in whatever place you fell asleep in. They were also developed to be very realistic and give you a sensation of experiencing it, rather than a hazy experience like in most dreams. Also, in the dreaming world, time may go faster or slower than in the real world depending how fast or slow the user's brain gets the information. In fact, Charlie was asleep for over three hours, but, he only experienced a short, fifteen to half-an-hour dream at the least.

Why did It effect Charlie? – As Wonka said, he's allergic to one of the ingredients in the Candy. Most likely the one that effects the REM state of the mind (dreaming state). So, Charlie won't be testing one of those little boogers for awhile.

The Squirrels? – Yup still arguing.

Whizzing Whangdoodles? Fudged Fiddlesticks? – I'd like to thank IDOL HANDS for telling me that Willy doesn't always say "Gosh Darn it", as much as we all like that line. IDOL HANDS suggested to me to use Whizzing Whangdooles, Fudge, and some others that I forgot at the moment. Anyway, I am thanking her again. I will also be thanking her again in the very near future.

Those Men in Black? – Not real. So no more worries about them, Kay?

Charlie's Nightmare - The nightmare that Charlie had will be indeed referenced farther into the story. No, neither Wonka or Charlie had forgotten the strange experience. Neither of them had the time to talk to each other about it yet. But, assume that they will in the near future.

Willy's Arm – It is STILL broken. Probably won't be fixed till the very end of the Story. I just make no reference to it 'cause Wonka's doesn't use it anymore. I usually make reference to his working left hand. Not his broken right. Hope that clears some things up ;)

Erm... Scratch what I said earlier about "not a lot of info" I dunno what I was thinking…

Chapter Nine Preview – More newspapers and more letters. Why can't Charlie or Willy Wonka get any peace for at least a couple of days? And Willy is finding more and more troubles of -not- having a working right arm.

To the Past Reviewers: You are all too smart, or I wasn't being subtle enough. Most of you guessed right about it really being Charlie's nightmare. To all of you that got it right, I give you some Candy Floss.

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.).

!(#Q - I'm not swearing, just getting your attention. I have recieved exactly 100 reviews at the time I added this Chapter onto on August 14, at 11:00 at night. I am so very happy. My parents are gonna be surprised. Just a couple of days ago it was only at 77. Hehehehe. I wiould thank you all personally, but, my fingers would die. So, I give you some Chocolate Instead.