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Hello all! I am so very sorry that I was gone for so long. I had to move, and that sorta impedes my internet abilitys. I updated this at my Mom's house. I had to move. Oh! I bought the soundtrack at our mall. I have listened to it way to many times already. My Favorite track is 06 - Main Titles. I used the soundtrack to write this Chapter in particular. I am so very sorry for the huge delay, but, before the internet was up, I had the compter, So, I alreadybegan the 12th Chapter.

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

Chapter Eleven Summery – Charlie thinkshat everything is just fine and dandy with Willy Wonka. But, after seeing where all Chocolate comes from, he seriousally doubts the fact.

Chapter 11 – Under Pressure

Charlie sat on the navy blue couch in Willy Wonka's living room, writing rather diligently with a pen in a red notebook. Charlie was no longer wearing his blue striped shirt and Navy pants; only a half an hour before, he had been kneeling in mud-consistency Chocolate and his pants and shirt became rather filthy as he helped Willy out of the Chocolate and to Wonka's home. Charlie was now wearing deep crimson pants, and a nice cherry red, and crimson striped shirt.

Wonka was not with Charlie at that moment. In fact, he was in the shower, washing all of the chocolate out of his hair and any that managed to seep through his clothes. He had been in there for around half an hour, scrubbing and washing, trying desperately to get the hardened chocolate off of his body and out of his hair.

Finally, after a half an hour, the door to the living room opened, and Willy came out wearing completely different clothing than from before hand. Since his favorite top hat had also been chocolate-coated, he was wearing his old red and black coloured one that he had had twenty years before; he would be wearing that one until at least his favorite was clean. On his hands were tight fire-engine-red leather gloves, rather than rubber, and he was wearing a nice coat that alternated between Navy and Black stripes running down the fabric.

Charlie grinned and stopped writing in his notebook, glad to see that Wonka himself was smiling, and chocolate free. Something was odd about his smile, and it looked as if Wonka was, behind his grin, was somehow worrying. But, Wonka always seemed to have that look about him, so Charlie shrugged it off, placing his notebook down on the navy coffee table.

"Feel better, Mr. Wonka?" Charlie asked.

Willy grinned back. "Much better. I'm glad I got all of that Chocolate out of my hair." He took off his hat, flattened his hair and placed the hat back on, straightening it out while looking in a mirror. "As much as I like Chocolate, I don't really like it in my hair.

Willy turned around and looked at Charlie with a large grin. He walked over to the Navy Couch and sat on it, directly beside Charlie. He bent over and looked at the folded Notebook and pen.

"What'cha writing?" Wonka asked with inquiring raised eyebrows.

"Some candy ideas, but don't look at it yet!" Charlie quickly stated when Wonka was leaning over to pick it up.

Willy stopped trying to pick up the notebook, and gave Charlie a look of curiosity, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. But he said nothing and rested once again against the couch, still looking at Charlie strangely.

Charlie grinned, grabbed the notebook, and shoved it into his back pants pocket. "I just need to finish a couple of other things, I'll be done soon."

Willy grinned. "Excellent! I can't wait." Suddenly, his face changed as if he just remembered something.

Charlie smiled wildly back at Wonka. Willy was still looking at him with a large grin, but seemed to look at a loss of words. His mouth flickered as if he was going to speak and he breathed as if he was going to start a sentence, but he seemed to never be able to say anything at all, he only closed his mouth in failure every single time. Charlie grinned inwardly, realizing that Willy was going to say something about the letters. Willy Wonka was trying to take initiative for something he didn't want to do. Failing horribly, but taking initiative all the same.

"Do you want to write the return letters Mr. Wonka?" Charlie said, with a large grin.

Willy frowned. "Yeah... that. I decided I might as well get it all over with." Wonka started to dig around in one of his pockets and pulled out two sheets of papers, two new light-blue envelopes, the interview letters, the business card, a quill, a ink well, a stamp, and a red ink pad.

Charlie gaped at the vast amount of objects that seemed to be able to fit in Willy's pocket. Willy picked up the quill, it was large a rather fluffy, and blue. He pulled a piece of paper towards himself, and opened the ink well. He sucked on the end of the quill, thinking for a moment, then he dipped the quill into the ink and started to write, in plum red:

Dear AMERICA TODAY, of the Daily American Broadcasting System,

I, Willy Wonka, have read over your letter, and I have decided to come to your residence of New York and partake in an interview on your news network, AMERICA TODAY. Also, the contest winner and finder of the fifth golden ticket has accepted and will join in on the interview along with myself. Unfortunately, the young Bucket's Father, Mother, Grandmothers, and Grandfathers cannot come to your interview. So, I do wish and hope that our presence alone will also be enough for your newscast, and the ability to get my message across to your many viewers. On another note, I have included a phone number that will only be used for arranging the time and trip to your residence in New York. Afterwards, it will be disabled for yours or anyone else's use.

I do hope to see you soon,

Willy placed down the letter, once again sucking on the end of his fluffy blue quill, and added at the bottom, a very large, very intricate signature.

From, Willy Wonka

Charlie suddenly realized, and also wondered why he never thought of it before, where Willy had received his signature 'W'. Wonka sighed, and placed down his quill. He folded up the letter, placed it into the envelope, along with a small piece of paper, and licked it shut.

Licking his lips, he smiled for a moment and muttered, "Strawberries." On the envelope he wrote the address and the return address. He opened up the inkpad, and stamped, with the stamp, on the opposite side, a large, red, frilly, 'W'.

"There," he said with a sigh. "One down... one more to go."

"See Mr. Wonka? It's not that hard."

Wonka gave him a sideways glare, but did not say anything. He turned away and reached out and grabbed another piece of paper. He once again sucked on the end of his quill, thinking intently. Finally, and after a few minutes of sucking, he started to write, this time muttering it he wrote:

Dear FRIDAY EVENING LIVE,

I, Willy Wonka, and my companion, Charlie Bucket, have deiced to accept your offer for the chance to appear on your TV show, FRIDAY EVENING LIVE. I do hope that we will be able to talk about arrangements soon. In the letter, I have written a phone number that will only be used for arrangement purposes only, and thereafter the arrangements are made, that particular line will be disconnected. I hope I will enjoy my stay in New York.

From,

Willy signed once again his large frilly signature,

Willy Wonka

He slipped a tiny piece of paper into the envelope, which Charlie assumed, was the phone number, folded the letter and placed it in afterwards. He licked the envelope shut, muttering something about, "Bananas," and stamped the back with the Wonka 'W'.

Willy sighed and lay back on the couch, breathing out in such a fashion as though he had avoided something horrible. Charlie noted that it was much in the same way as his breath of relief when he missed being touched by Mike Teavee. Wonka looked over, with only his eyes, towards the mail shoot, and placed the letters in it. He pressed a clear button, which had a little 'up' arrow engraved in it, and the letters shot up quickly in the pipe, disappearing away and through the ceiling.

Wonka turned to Charlie. "Now, we have to get going. We have to make sure that everything will be ready when we leave."

Charlie was surprised at Willy's rather sudden change of subject, but didn't reject what he was saying. "But Mr. Wonka, they haven't even told us when we are going yet."

Wonka just grinned. "Still. We need to be ready. This is a very big factory."

Charlie smiled back, glad to see that Willy had become much more relaxed. Wonka no longer had this ridged-ness behind his grin. He no longer had this look of loss behind his smiling eyes. For once in the past three days, he that look of excitement as he had once before.

"Right. Where do we start?"

Wonka stood up and grabbed his cane, limping quickly over to the Elevator. "Well, Charlie. Where do you think we should start?"

Charlie got up and rushed inside the elevator. As Willy got in, Charlie thought intently. Where would I start? This factory is so big. I don't even know less than half about it. Wait, where would Mr. Wonka start? He looked over at Wonka who was seemingly absent-mindedly looking at the fingertips of his gloves, he wasn't really looking at his fingers, rather, he was looking at Charlie out of the side of his eyes with an expectant face.

Charlie looked away from Willy. He rubbed his chin for a moment. After a few minutes, he spoke. "Shouldn't we check the chocolate? I mean, where it all comes from? To make sure there is enough while you are gone?"

Wonka grinned, turning to Charlie. Charlie felt happy; he must have said the right thing.

"Why, of course, Charlie. Exactly right." He turned and pressed the button labeled "Chocolate Hall". As the Elevator started to jet downwards he added, "I was getting worried, there are so many hundreds of rooms that you could have picked. Any others would have been wrong."

Wonka seemed absolutely pleased as the Elevator jettisoned downwards quickly. Willy grinned, realizing another reason for why Charlie was the perfect choice. As he thought, he looked at the top of the Elevator, seeing how far they had descended from his room.

"Mr. Wonka... where do you get all that Chocolate for the Chocolate Waterfall?" Charlie asked suddenly.

"Cacao Beans," Wonka said as he squinted upwards at the Elevator's top.

"No. I know that... I mean... -er-..."

"You mean, how do I get that much chocolate, and how could I possibly make it all, and where do I keep it?" Wonka said quickly, still gazing upwards, now holding onto his hat to keep it from falling off.

"Yeah."

Wonka looked down at Charlie, averting he gaze away from the Elevator top. "Well, you're just going to have to wait, now aren't you?"

At Willy's words, the Elevator slowed down, turned to the right sharply, and stopped. The doors opened to a massive room. Charlie stared at it with awe. This room was colossal. It spanned larger than the Candy Meadow ever did, and he swore it appeared as large as the field behind the factory. The ceiling was terribly high, and thousands of brown pillars seemed to hold it up with surprising strength.

It looked almost like a cathedral; intricate carving swirled around each pillar. Thousands of designs riddled the ceiling; it also seemed to be glowing with an eerie golden light, coming from above. High up on the walls were huge stained glass windows. All of the pictures were of Oompa-Loompas doing various things. One picture seemed to be a picture of an Oompa-Loompa in the Candy Meadow holding a large lollipop; another seemed to be an Oompa-Loompa in the Nut Room with a bunch of Grey Squirrels. Not all of the pictures were complete though; it seemed that it had been an on-going process that never wanted to stop.

In all respects, whether completed or not, the whole hall looked stunning in its glorious perfection. And at the very far end was the colossal Chocolate River, being fed by two huge feeder streams. Wonka grinned at Charlie's awe and walked out of the elevator with Charlie following him.

Charlie looked around the room. "Is this-"

"-Chocolate?" Willy interrupted, "Nope. Only the river is Chocolate. As much as I like Chocolate, you just can't make rooms or buildings out of it. It melts, you see. It would be too much of a waste."

"Like Prince Pondicherry?"

Wonka stopped, looking at Charlie with a very curious expression, pointing his finger near Charlie's nose. "How did you know about him? You weren't even born then."

"Grandpa Joe told me about it, Mr. Wonka. He told me lots of stories about you."

Wonka continued to walk, facing forwards. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah. He told me how Prince Pondicherry's palace melted because he wanted to live in it, and not eat it-"

"Hmn..."

"-And he said that he requested for you to build him another one-" ("Like I would. What a waste of Chocolate.") "-But you couldn't. Because-"

Wonka stopped and whipped around angrily, which startled Charlie greatly. Willy said, in a sharp voice, "I don't need you to recount my past. I think I know more about it, Thankyou-very-much." He straightened up, still looking at Charlie. "Besides, we are not here to hear silly stories. Now, let's continue."

With that said, he turned around, and continued to walk towards the rushing Chocolate River ahead of him. Charlie just looked at Wonka with confusion. Had he said something wrong? He was sure he didn't, but... that look on Willy's face. He must have. It was just then that Charlie realized that Wonka wasn't all peachy-keen as he originally thought he was. Wonka could have used the Chocolate incident as a decoy to bring his problems away from Charlie's attention. Charlie sighed to himself.

Willy stopped again, in front of the large lapping river. He took a breath as if he was trying to compose himself. He turned back to Charlie and gave another grin, one very similar to the one he gave the whole group of Children about a month before.

"That," he explained, pointing to one of the streams feeding the Chocolate River, "is where the river cycles back to the beginning. The other side of the wall," Willy pointed to where the chocolate was going, "is a giant tube where it sucks up the chocolate," he make a 'sucking' motion with his hand, "and brings it back to the top of the chocolate waterfall."

"Oh, I see. Not all of the Chocolate can be used at once if it is moving that quickly."

Wonka grinned at Charlie's quickness. "Exactly. It is very important for the Chocolate to keep on moving. And, since this Chocolate is perfectly clean all the time, it makes no difference to use Chocolate that had already flowed through the river beforehand."

But it looked as though the Chocolate river was being fed by two streams, not just one. Wonka explained that one of them was the Chocolate that already had gone through the river once before, but the other...

"That," Wonka explained while walking up to the second feeder river, "is where all the new chocolate comes from."

Charlie nodded, storing away all the new information in his head. Wonka opened a door that was beside the second feeder river, and held it for Charlie to go through. Charlie entered, Willy following behind him.

The room they entered was almost as large as the other, but it was filled with hundreds of Oompa-Loompas doing various jobs around the room. The room was not nearly as fantastic in appearance, but it was serving a great purpose.

Wonka looked around the room light disgust. "This room looks so... factory-like. I could never get it to look better without loosing productivity."

Various machines around the rooms whirred and clicked mechanically. One of them in particular was taking huge chunks of Chocolate off a conveyer belt, and dropped them in a large clear vat. Charlie guessed that the Chocolate had to be five times bigger than he was, and the vat could hold more than twenty of those boulder-sized hunks of Chocolate.

Willy walked up to the vat, pointing at it. "This is the Chocolate Melting vat, one of many. I think there are fifty in this room alone. A single vat can melt up to three-hundred gallons of Chocolate per hour."

"That's a lot."

Wonka smiled. "Sure is. We need all of this Chocolate. Remember, this factory uses tens of thousands of gallons of Chocolate each and every day."

"Come over here! Come on!" Wonka disappeared quickly behind one of the large machines.

Charlie looked around as he dashed over to Willy, looking at the machines with interest as he followed.

"This," said Wonka loudly over the loud grinding noise that was coming from the machine was pointing at, "is the machine were I grind up the large boulders into powder." He pointed up towards the conveyer carrying the Chocolate Powder. "That conveyer will carry the powder to the parts of the factory that need it."

Charlie walked up to Willy and said something, but the machine was grinding so loudly, that Wonka couldn't hear a word that Charlie was saying.

"What?" Willy yelled over the noise.

"I said... who designed all of these machines?" Charlie said louder, cupping his hands so Wonka could hear him better.

"Oh! I did!"

"What?"

Willy sighed loudly, and without warning, he grabbed Charlie's arm and began to quickly lead him out of the large room, and back into the large Chocolate Hall.

"I said - I did," Willy repeated to Charlie after he closed the door behind them and he let go of Charlie's arm.

"Really? How did you find the time to do it all?"

"All what?"

"Inventing thousands of Machines, designing the factory and each and every room that's in it, not to mention inventing thousands of candies," Charlie said. "I just don't see how you could have done it all by yourself."

Wonka looked slightly hurt, but mad. "You don't believe me?"

"That's not what I mea-"

Wonka put up his hand to stop Charlie as he said, "No, no, no, I understand." His voice became sharper again. "You don't believe that I could have done all of this!" He raised his arm in the air, gesturing to the Chocolate hall, then he lowered it. "All those rooms, machines, inventions, you don't believe I did it all... I bet you think that I stole the ideas from other people!"

"No, Mr. Wonka, I'm just surprised, that's-"

"-And you probably don't believe that Prodnose, Slugworth and Ficklegruber stole candy ideas from me!" He pointed his finger at Charlie's nose again, but this time in a much more accusing matter. "You probably think I stole it from them!"

"No Mr. Wonka... I-"

"But you're wrong! You're all wrong. I did it all myself! No help! None! I spent most of my life designing and creating this factory and everything that is in and comes out. Years of work, years. I never had any help at all, none. Nobody wanted to help me. All they wanted to do was steal my ideas once I was done inventing them!" Wonka was talking faster now, and in such as way that it seemed that it wasn't Charlie who he was speaking to.

"I-" He stopped, thinking it over.

Charlie decided to stop trying to tell Wonka what he really meant, and let Willy get out whatever was on his chest. It seemed that it had been there for several years by the sound of it. He looked at Wonka's face and suddenly recognized that glazed over look that he had. Wonka seemed to be in a flashback... Wait, Wonka was not only having a flashback, he seemed to be experiencing the flashback. He waved his hand in front of Willy's face as Wonka continued to rant on.

"I spent my life creating this world, only to have it stolen away from me by other people! You see? They're the ones who are stealing it! Not me!" He let out a large breath of frustration.

"Mr. Wonka!" shouted Charlie as he waved his hand in front of Wonka's face vigorously. "Mr. Wonka, snap out of it!"

"That's it! Prodnose, Slugworth, and Ficklegruber did it to shut me down! Now they are probably doing much better than me now. I'll have to... do... something. I can't sell candies that they are already selling, and I can't risk have anything else being stolen. I bet they perfected the candies they stole anyway."

Charlie realized that Wonka had finally snapped under all of the pressures in the past three days. Why didn't he realize it before? Wonka had cheered up way too quickly after the Chocolate incident. How could he have been so stupid? It might have been very relieving and seriously funny to Willy Wonka at the time. But after he calmed down and thought it through, it was Willy's final straw; he just did a good job of covering it up. All he needed after that was a simple little misunderstanding and he would go off the deep end. Charlie started to wave both hands in front of Willy's face, trying to wake him up from the flashback. Why does Mr. Wonka do this to himself?

"What's the use?" Willy sighed sadly and he looked downwards, "They have already stolen tons of ideas and methods. Never-melting Ice Cream, Ever-Flavor Gum, and Enormous Candy balloons that you can blow to incredible sizes. What else will they steal? My recipe for my Whipple-Scrumtious Fudgemallow delight bars? I have an idea for an Everlasting Candy for Children who can't afford lots of candies, or have small pocket money. But... if... if... they steal it, they'll probably make it better... and more expensive... and... it'll loose all purpose."

"I didn't go into this business to have my ideas taken and changed. I came here to make a difference in the world. By one of the greatest inventions ever. I thought... I could change the world. I was wrong... what good can I do... if... somebody just makes it into a corporation? If someone removes all care and thought? They'll try to give Candy a point, businesses and corporations... Candy doesn't have to have a point, that's why it's candy."

"That's it, I will..." he sounded sadder, "I'll close down..."

Wonka turned around sadly, "All those ideas I had... I was still designing the factory, too. What? Was it only open for a couple of years? I never did finish all of those rooms..." he sighed deeply. "I suppose I was never meant to be a Chocolatier..."

"Mr. Wonka!" Charlie repeated. Starting to get worried, it seemed as thought the one-sided conversation continued, the more depressing it seemed to get.

"...Dad was right. Oh! I should have gosh-darned listened to him! I should have become a dentist like him; what was I thinking? A Chocolatier?" Wonka gave a saddened scoff and he added in a smaller voice, "Who would be stupid enough to do that?"

Willy turned back around. "So I'll just close my factory and get out of everyone's way. I have already been 'gone' for three months. I'll just live here. There's enough room. I'll just... disappear. I'm sure that everyone would appreciate that... nobody needs a washed up Chocolatier like me. I'll just disappear for all time... eventually they'll forget my name, my factory, my candy..."

Charlie couldn't handle it any longer. Wonka showed no signs of ending his real-life flashback. He grabbed onto Willy's left arm and gave it a great jerk and shook it heavily and harshly.

"Mr. Wonka, snap out of it!"

"And-" Wonka stopped. Blinking a couple of times, he turned towards Charlie. "-What?"

Charlie let go of his arm slowly, and looked up at Willy with a curious expression. "Mr. Wonka?"

Wonka looked around the room a couple of times with a half-nervous, half-embarrassed expression. He looked rather speechless as well. He didn't say anything, but he placed on a large fake smile.

Charlie looked closer at Willy, "Mr. Wonka?"

Willy looked down towards Charlie with the same strange grin on his face. "Yeah, little boy?" In fact, Charlie noticed that Wonka didn't look nervous, he looked terrified. Of what? He couldn't be afraid of him?

Why would he be terrified of me? "Are you okay?"

Willy laughed nervously. "W-why would you ask that, Charlie? I'm perfectly fine!" Wonka turned away from Charlie, and looked at the elevator. "Now, if you don't mind... I have to... go..." Willy then started to limp as fast as he could towards the elevator.

Charlie started to follow him quickly, trying to match Wonka's steps. "Are you really okay?"

"Yeah, Charlie... I am..." Willy stopped, and ushered Charlie into the elevator.

"What about what just happ-"

Willy interrupted him quickly. He said, much too cheerfully, "Nothing!" He jammed a small blue key into a small keyhole by the top call button on the wall beside the elevator. Then, with his left hand he reached into the elevator and hit the "Chocolate Waterfall," button. He whipped his arm out of the elevator as the doors shut.

"Wait! Mr. Wonka!" Charlie pressed his hands against the glass as the Elevator started to jet away from Willy and the great Chocolate Hall.

As he started to disappear around a corner Charlie saw Willy turning the blue key quickly and slumping against the ground in exhaustion with a look of pure horror on his face. Then, Wonka was lost from view entirely.

"Mr. Wonka!" Charlie called out again and he beat his fists against the clear doors.

He turned his attention away from the door and towards the buttons and pressed "Chocolate Hall". But, the Elevator still continued to go towards the Chocolate Waterfall. He jabbed at the button angrily again with his thumb, over and over. But the Elevator refused, and kept on going upwards.

Charlie sighed and slumped against the edge of the elevator. There was nothing he could do. It seemed that Wonka had somehow overridden the elevator and make it impossible for Charlie to go back, or do anything for that matter. The worst of it was that Charlie didn't know the factory well enough, as Willy Wonka did, and couldn't possibly find the Chocolate Hall before Willy retreated from it. Charlie looked out of the side of the Elevator and at the various this and that flashed by. Mr. Wonka probably had left the room already.

As the Elevator ascended, he thought back to the strange verbal flashback of Willy's. It wasn't like the normal flash backs Wonka seemed to experience. Also, it sounded like Willy was saying it, but not saying it at the same time. Charlie didn't know how to explain it, but it seemed that whatever Wonka said was a mish-mash of words, thoughts and feeling all in one. He knew he wanted Willy to tell his some of his problems, but... he never expected it to be like that. And Charlie was sure that it was mostly unintended.

He had to help Willy Wonka. He just had to. He couldn't leave Willy alone in the factory, alone to his own treacherous thoughts. He recalled when the elevator rounded the corner away from Wonka that he seemed to be not depressed, but shocked, scared, and horrified of the past incident. He couldn't let Willy stay that way. He had to help.

The Elevator stopped as the doors opened to the Chocolate Waterfall. Charlie felt he had three choices at that very moment: Wait in the Elevator, and wait for Wonka to use it himself and risk getting locked inside of it for hours or even days at a time. Leave the elevator and pursue Willy by navigating through the factory by himself to find the chocolatier and have a chance to get lost. Or, go home, and wait for Wonka to make an appearance himself.

The door started to shut; Charlie sighed and left the Elevator. As much as he wanted to help, he knew that getting locked in the elevator wasn't going to help much at all.

Charlie walked towards the Bucket's home, sighing to himself over Willy Wonka.

"What am I going to do?"

Authors Thoughts – This Chapter may be depressing, but, I felt that it was very much needed drama of a different sort. Don't worry, I'm sure that everything will work out in the end if Charlie has anything to do about it! I really enjoyed writing it, and it just happened to work out this way. As I type particularly Characterized moments, I ask myself if a character would really do that, or say that. If I say yes, I do it. If not. I re-write it till I like it. I hope you like this Chapter as much as I had writing it.

Wonkaland Info – Yup, it's still here.

Wonka's new(ish) outfit - The hat appeared in the story where Grandpa Joe was talking to Charlie about Wonka's shop on Cherry St. The coat was in the Dr. Wonka and Charlie scence, and the gloved were also in the Cherry St one. His cane... is just the one he always had.

Chocolate Hall - A beautiful Room where Wonka truly feels an excape. I loved creating and describing it.

Wonka Snaps - Rather than a normal break, he gets a flashback mixed in aswell! Isn't he lucky?

The Blue Key - Yup, that is a key that makes it so that the Elevator won't listen to any commands till it is removed. It only functions when it is twisted, not inserted. A very good excape tactic for Wonka.

Charlie's Plan - What will he do?

Stained Candy Windows - I adore these... None of them are of Willy or Charlie. They are only Oompa-Loompas.

Chapter Twelve Preview – Charlie is determined to help Wonka. But, what will he do to help the disstressed and terrifyed Chocolatier? And what was with that strange living Flashblack.

To the Past Reviewers: Thankyou so much! The review count almost doubled since Chapter 8! Wow. I love you all! -glomps-

Quill In Hand - Thankyou for checking it over ma amie! I can't imagine how horribly checked over my fanfiction would still be without you! -glomps 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.).