WitheringNight: I hope you enjoy this chapter folks :) We only have two more to go...it's going to be so sad to see this story end :'( But! Like I said look out for the next, and final, story to this tale: Back Again. It's going to be great :)

Charlie and Chocolate Factory: The Loneliest Abyss

Chapter 15: Television is Bad for You

Isabella's POV

After we rocketed off towards the room Mike picked I couldn't help but feel a rather sad wave come over me. It was only Charlie and Mike now and with the way he was acting I highly doubt he'll last long, especially with what happened to the other naughty children. Then Charlie will win and get his prize, then I'll be on my way back to England. I was going to mention it after the tour to Charlie and his family, hoping that they'll be able to see me off, but with everything I saw as of recent I'm not sure that'll be possible.

Sighing, I almost missed it when the elevator stopped. The doors opened and a bright light came into my eyes. I blinked for a few moments to get used to it before stepping out with the others.

"What is this place?" I questioned immediately. Willy looked at me for a moment, I saw the slightly confused expression on his face and the worried one on Charlie's. I guess I didn't say that with enough excitement.

"This is the Television Room." Willy explained, "It's where I make Televised Chocolate." He then handed each of us some glasses, "Put these on to shield your eyes from the light. We wouldn't want them falling out, do we?" We certaintly do not want that. He then led us over to a higher platform. Along the way he was explaining what the room was about.

"I was watching TV one day and it just occured to me." He said, "If television can break up a photograph into millions and millions of tiny little pieces and send it whizzing through the air, then reassemble it on the other end… Why can't I do the same thing with chocolate? Why can't I, send a real bar of chocolate through the television, all ready to be eaten?"

"Can you really do that?" I questioned a little happier now. Willy smiled and nodded, "Yes and I have, just wait and see." I nodded.

"It sounds impossible." Mr. Teavee said.

"Nothing's Impossible." Charlie and I said at the same time. We smiled at each other whilst Mike rolled his eyes.

"Untrue, this is impossible." He commented, "You don't understand a thing about science." I resisted the urge ask him where was he during this tour? Everything here is science. Mike, however, continued.

"First off, there's a difference between waves and particles… Duh." He said, "Second, the amount of power it would take to convert energy in matter would be like nine atomic bombs." Willy then turned around harshly.

"MUMBLER!" He exclaimed, "Seriously, I can't understand a single word you are saying."Mike frowned and stopped talking. I couldn't help but feel that he deserved it.

"Okey-Dokey." Willy said turning around again, "I will now send a bar of chocolate from one end of the room… " He wheeled around to face the other side as well, "… To the other, by television." He then called out and used his hand to accentuate his shout, "Bring in the chocolate!"

I then watched as a giant chocolate bar was carried in by some Oompa Loompas. I raised an eyebrow but understood why it was big. As the bar was placed on another platform with a glass cylinder above it, Willy started to talk.

"It's got to be big, you know?" He explained, "Cause you know how on TV you can film a regular-size man, and he comes out looking this tall?" Mr Wonka held up his fingers to show what he meant, "Same basic principle." He then leaned forwards and pressed a red button. As the glass cylinder came down the chocolate bar started floating. I smirked and looked at Mike, "Who doesn't understand science now?" I questioned. Charlie smiled as well as Willy.

"Whatever." I heard Mike mutter. I continued to smile as an Oompa Loompa, that was seated on a gun machine of some sorts, turned it and it flashed a light. After the light dimmed I looked to see that the chocolate bar was gone. Simply amazing...

"It's gone." I heard Charlie say in shock/wonder.

"Told you." Willy gloated, "And that bar of chocolate is now rushing through the air over our heads in a million tiny little pieces. Come over here. Come on, come on!" We all followed him as he practically ran over to the television, "Watch the screen!" We all watched as tiny pixalations came to the screen before forming the previously huge chocolate bar.

"Even more amazing..." I thought in awe. I then watched as Willy nudged Mike, "Take it." He said. Mike looked at him, "It's just a picture on a screen." He responded. I rolled my eyes. Someone's in denial...

"Isabella, you take it." Willy said looking at me. I titled my head in a moment of thought before turning towards the television. I reached out and as my hand touched the screen it went right through it. It felt kind of funny before I pulled the chocolate bar out. I blinked. What now?

"Eat it." Willy said, "It'll be delicious, trust me, it's the same chocolate bar but it just got smaller on the journey." I nodded and unwrapped a part of the bar. I took a bite out of it.

"So?" Willy questioned with a smile.

"It's great." I said. His smile got bigger. I chuckled, internally, at the sight of it.

"It's a miracle." I heard Charlie comment. I nodded before handing him the bar, "Here. You have it." I said, "And no buts about it." I knew he was about to refuse it. So, with a sigh a small smile, he took it. I smiled and turned back to Willy.

He turned and walked next to the Oompa Loompa in the chair and then gestured to him. "So, imagine you're sitting at home watching television and suddenly a commercial will flash onto the screen, and a voice will say "Wonka's chocolates are the best in the world. If you don't believe us, try one for yourself." And you simply reach out… And take it." He reached out and took it back as he said this, his voice dropping to a whisper on the last three words. "How about that?" He said proudly at the end. I smiled and then frowned. I think he noticed.

"Is there something wrong?" He questioned. I looked at him with a smile, "No, the idea is wonderful, in fact it's genius..." I said making him grin, "But I was just wondering if you are going to be able to do that on a regular television...if this one is specially made that is..." Willy looked down for a moment.

"That's an excellent question." He said before smiling, "Hmm...I'll have to think about that." He then looked at me, "Thanks Izzy..." I felt the urge to grin as he said my nickname, but I have some self control, so I didn't...even though I wanted to.

"You're welcome." I said with a small smile instead. He nodded before looking at the rest of the group.

"So can you send other products?" Mr. Teavee questioned, "Life breakfast cereals?" I raised an eyebrow, curious, and looked at Willy. He was grimacing.

"I'm guessing he doesn't like breakfast cereal." I thought.

"Do you have any idea what breakfast cereals are made of? It's those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners." He said, wiggling his fingers a little. My thoughts are confirmed.

"But if could you send it by television if you wanted to?" Charlie questioned. Willy nodded, "Of course I could." He answered.

"What about people?" Mike questioned. Willy looked confused, "Why would I send people? They don't taste very good at all." He said. How does he know that exactly? I then continued to watch the conversation.

"Don't you realize what you've invented? It's a teleporter. It's the most important invention in the history of the world. And all you think about is chocolate." Mike argued. I shook my head. That boy was giving me a rather large headache.

Mr. Teavee looked at him "Calm down, Mike. I think Mr Wonka knows what he's talking about." He tried to reason but Mike wasn't having any of it. He looked at his father, "No, he doesn't! He has no idea! He thinks he's a genius but he's an idiot. But I'm not." And with that, Mike ran away from the group and towards the control panel. I had an idea of what he was about to do.

"You know for someone who's able to hack into a packaging system." I commented for everyone to hear, "He sure has no common sense." Everyone seemed to agree with me, even his own dad.

"Hey little boy!" Willy called out to Mike, in an attempt to stop him. "Don't push my button!" I have a feeling he meant both the physical and emotional one. But, like always, Mike paid no attention to him. I, quite tired of all this, just turned back towards the television.

"He's gone." I heard Mr. Teavee say after a moment. I felt sorry for the man.

"Let's check the telelvision." Willy then said. They all then joined me at the TV.

"I sure hope none of him gets left behind..." I heard Willy comment. I blinked and looked at him with two different expression. Confusion and Disbelief.

"What do you mean by that?" Mr. Teavee questioned. Willy looked at him, "Well sometimes on half the particles find their way through." He explained like it was nothing. I hope that's not what he felt.

"If you had to choose only one half of your son, which would be it be?" He questioned after a moment. I felt a slight disappointment fill me at this question.

"What kind of question is that?" Mr. Teavee question voicing my own thoughts. Willy looked at him, but paused, I didn't notice a frown appear on his face once looking at my expression, then he turned to Mr. Teavee.

No need to snap. Just a question." He said. A question he could've reworded or kept to himself...sorry...

"Try every channel." Willy urged the Oompa Loompa behind us, "I'm getting anxious." The the channels were flipped through before a figure started to appear on one of them.

"There he is." Charlie said. He was on a station with an Oompa Loompa as a News Reporter.

"Mike!" Mr. Teavee called out. I could hear the relief and fright in his voice. I looked down, now I really feel bad...perhaps this is all from watching the other children and not being able to do anything...

As I was thinking of this, and slightly brooding, I didn't notice the Oompa Loompas had started another song.

-Willy's POV-

As the song was playing on, I couldn't help but divert my attention to Isabella. She was looking down, apparently in thought, but she also looked rather solemn about something.

"Is it because of the boy?" I wondered. She seemed alright before he disappeared and reappeared on TV. And her expression when I asked Mr. Teavee about what part of his son he wanted...I myself felt ashamed when I looked at it. As I was thinking about this I didn't notice someone looking at me...until I looked up. It was Isabella and it wasn't one of her normal looks either. She still looked in thought but her lips were tight and she kind of looked a bit angry. Even though she couldn't see, I looked down a sad feeling overtaking me.

"What's wrong with me?" I questioned myself for the second...or was it third...time today. I've felt a lot today that I normally don't feel and all from this one woman. Happy, Embarassment, Wonder, and now Sadness. I didn't understand it, how can one person make you feel so much?

"Perhaps I can figure this out later." I thought before going back to the song. I tried to tune myself in with it but it wasn't really enough.

-Isabella's POV-

I turned away at the same moment Willy did. He seemed depressed now like me. I wonder why?

"Perhaps I'll find out later." I thought before looking at the television screen. I watched as Mike was hit with the News Reporter's folder. I winced behind my glasses.

"Ew, somebody grab him." Willy said. I watched as Mr. Teavee pulled Mike from the screen and held him the palm of his hand. We all surrounded him.

"Thank heavens, he's completely unharmed..." Willy commented.

"He's tiny." I commented. I supposed it was harsher than intended according to the frowns on Willy's and Charlie's faces.

"Just put me back in the other way!" Mike squeaked from his spot. Willy, who was looking at me, turned to him "I'm afraid I can't do that. It's television not telephone, there's a difference." Mr. Teavee glared at him.

"And what do you propose to do about it?" He questioned harshly. I turned and looked at Willy on this. He seemed stumped, for the the first time since the beginning of the tour. There's another thing to feel bad about...I knew about his plan and still didn't do anything to really stop anyone else from getting hurt. My heart feels even more heavy now...

"When I get home I should drink some hot chocolate." I thought. That always calmed me down. I then listened to Willy speak.

"I don't know. But young men are extremely springy. They stretch like mad." He said, "Let's go put him in the taffy puller." Taffy Puller?

"Taffy Puller?" Mr. Teavee questioned and once again voicing my thoughts.

Hey, that was my idea." Mr Wonka said. Everyone watched him for a few seconds and then Mr Wonka looked back at the small boy. "Boy is he gonna be skinny. Yeah… Taffy puller…" He trailed off dreamily. I watched him for a few seconds before a small smile came over my face...I couldn't help it...his expression was adorable. I can't be mad at him,afterall, this would probably do Mike good to not be so...what's the word...arrogant. Yeah, that's it.

-Charlie's POV-

As was off in dreamland I noticed the expression on Isabella's face change from tensed to adoring. Of course I couldn't see her eyes, but I had a feeling what they looked like. As she was doing that, I poked Mr. Wonka in the side knocking him out of his reverie. He looked down at me, I motioned, with a hidden smile, to Isabella. He looked at her and I saw him smile once more, like normally, and...for the second time...a small blush appear on his face. I chuckled silently.

-Willy's POV-

Once Charlie pointed out Isabella and I looked at her, I felt my mouth go dry. It was obvious she was staring at something, I don't know what, but her expression read "Adoring."

"Is she looking at me?" I wondered. I felt another tug in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't help but smile at the thought. But then a rather depressing thought came to mind...and it wasn't really something I wanted to face...

-Isabella's POV-

As I was smiling I noticed Charlie poke Willy to get his attention, I don't think Charlie noticed I was looking at what he was doing. I then saw Willy look at me before a small blush came across his face. I resisted the urge to raise my eyebrow lest give away what I just saw.

"Hm..." I thought pretending to come out of whatever trance they thought I was in. "Now I have a feeling I know why Charlie wanted to stay." That sneaky little boy. I'll surprise him with my knowledge later..ha..just to see his face.

"Hello!?" I heard Mike call out. "What are you all standing around for?" I looked at him and then back to Willy and Charlie.

"Oh!" Willy suddenly called out turning to the Oompa Loompa seated behind him. "I want you to take Mr. Teavee and his...little boy...to the Taffy Puller, alright? Stretch him out." The Oompa Loompa nodded and led Mr. Teavee and Mike away. I watched, in amusement, as Mike came a little to close to Willy and he flinched. Once they left he let out a sigh of relief.

"On with the tour." He said as if he didn't know Charlie was the only one left. As we walked over to the elevator and took our glasses off he asked, "Now..how many children are left?" I rolled my eyes.

"Willy..." I said with a knowing smile, "Charlie is the only one left." He sent a small smile my way before looking at Charlie, "What happened to the others?" He questioned.

"After some incidents they all had to leave." I explained going along with his innocent act. He grinned before shaking Charlie's hand and quite vigorously I might add.

"Oh, I do congratulate you. I really do. I'm absolutely delighted. I had a hunch, you know, right from the beginning. Well done. Now, we mustn't dilly, or dally. Because we have an enormous number of things to do before the day's out. But luckily for us…" He then removed his hand forcefully from Charlie's and turned. "… We have the great glass elevator to speed things al-." He walked right into the elevator and then fell over, his hat falling off. I opened my mouth before closing it.

"Are you alright?" I questioned offering a hand to help him up. He took it and stood up staring for a moment, "Fine..." He finally said before letting go of my hand. I blinked, somewhat confused.

"Come on." He said before we entered the elevator. After disposing of our glasses, I watched as he pressed a button labeled "Up and Out" before we were off.

Where were we going?

WitheringNight: Finally! I'm done with this chapter :) I hope you enjoyed it.