Augustus Gloop loved chocolate. It was his favorite treat, and he never seemed to get enough of it. But now, being covered from head to toe in the hot, sticky dessert, he didn't think he could handle having any more of it going down his throat for at least 5 more years.
He was standing in the massive entrance hall with his mother, Violet Beauregarde, Veruca Salt, their guardians, plus (Mike Teavee was nowhere to be seen). When they tried heading outside, a band of Oompa Loompas stopped them, making rather weird gestures. They decided to stay and wait until someone told them what was actually going on.
"Augustus, my boy, what are you thinking about? It's not like you to look so sad!"
His mother's worried question woke him from his troubled thoughts. He looked at the plump woman, them back to his now brown and sticky sweater, and poked it with his now brown and sticky hand. He prepared to ask her the new source of his troubles.
"Mother, am I bad because I'm fat?"
The German woman seemed taken aback.
"What?! No, no, you're not, Auggie pie! It's the song those despicable little gnomes sang to you, isn't it? Don't believe them, Augustus! A person should not be judged by his or her physical image!"
It was clear to Augustus that she didn't believe a single word she herself had said. That spiked his self-stem down to the inner core of the planet. She hadn't answered his question, at all. To make matters worse, THEY were mentioned. The mean Oompa Loompa thingies. The ones who insulted him and humiliated him while he stood stuck inside a tube, almost dying from the heat of the molten chocolate drowning his legs and the see-through plastic boundaries that squeezed his shoulders, trying to compress him into a box of molten gloop-flavored, chocolate covered Augustus.
He looked at the others, one blue and flexible, one covered in garbage (though he had to admit: Veruca Salt looked astounding anyway), and one disappeared. "It could be worse" he thought. "Violet probably won't have such an easy life from now on, with the blue skin. All Veruca and I need is a three-hour shower each." That didn't make him feel any better. Did the workers sing about them too? What did they say? And where was that poor kid? Did something bad happen to him too? Something so bad that he couldn't come back?
A noise from the towering metal doors that lead to the chocolate room answered three fifths of his questions. Out came none other than Willy Wonka, Charlie Bucket and his grandfather. He saw Charlie do a double take when his eyes fell on the other four contestants. No surprise, Augustus guessed he looked hideous, coated in thick brown goo, not to mention the fact that all the other kids were possibly disgusted by his gym-ball sized belly. The girls didn't look much better, and neither did their facial expressions.
"Hello, my guests!" Wonka exclaimed, though it was clear the ear-to-ear smile was not because he liked seeing them, but their conditions. The chocolatier was disgusted by them, and he wasn't ashamed to show it. "Unfortunately, there is a massive thunderstorm going on outside at this moment, so we cannot step a foot outside this factory. I'm afraid you will all have to spend the night in!"
He smiled again, but now he seemed as if he were about to puke.
A wave of protests erupted, mostly from the parents, who did not want their children near that maniac and his crazy factory for any longer. The chocolatier looked at each of them, and then locked his eyes on violet.
"I see you all came out completely unharmed! Did they take all the juice out, lil' girl?" juice?
"What are we going to go to now?" Violet Beauregarde asked, clearly trying to steer the subject away from whatever her demise was.
"Oh, I already asked the Oompa Loompas to prepare the guest rooms. You will have to share, though, since we are not accustomed to having guests over."
"Why do you even have guest rooms then?" this one was from Veruca Salt, the beautiful British girl.
"This information is irrelevant. Now, some of the rooms are done. I say all of you little rotten children congratulate the winner and my heir, though."
"You mean Charlie?" The question, surprising everyone, including himself, came from Augustus. He usually didn't speak in public, especially at school, as any topic easily swapped to rude aimed towards either his weight or idiocy.
"Yes, but I haven't really agreed yet, so the factory's not mine officially. There are a few rooms only mike and I have seen, I think you guys would like to see them!" the boy piped up. "We could go while the rooms are being arranged. Follow me!"
"Where is he, anyway?" Violet asked. A high-pitched sound mae them all turn in Mr. Teavee's direction what, or rather, who was sitting on his palm. The four Kids instantly ran over to the man to get a look at the now tiny Mike Teavee. Violet didn't wait to snatch him from his father's hand and take a closer look. "Oh my god he looks so cute!"
"No I don't! Let me go, Blueberry girl!" came The boy's chipmunk-like voice. That made the mentioned girl frown, before launching him to his father, who caught him with a terrivied look on his face.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah"
Charlie cleared his throat. "So, should we go?"
The four kids (Charlie was in charge of carrying Mike) had no choice but to do so. They walked (well, most of them did. Violet was doing cartwheels) up to a glass box in the middle of the mint grass, right at the riverbank.
"What is that thing?" he heard Veruca ask indignantly.
"The great glass elevator!"
The three kids piled up inside, and Gus couldn't help but notice that he alone occupied a whole quarter of the space. "Did Veruca notice it?" He hoped she didn't.
"Hold on!"
He didn't have time to think about doing so, because they rocketed up a split second later, then spiked to the right, to the front, left, right, left, back, and front again. When the thing finally stopped, Charlie was the only one standing, or as close to that as possible. He was leaning on the corner, one hand hooked on a thin metal bar, the other almost squashing the mini Teavee boy.
"This…is the puppet hospital and burns center, I think."
Charlie paused and waited for the others to untangle themselves from one another. Augustus wouldn't have minded that position too much. Veruca's face was right in front of his.
Augustus used the following seconds to study the room Charlie had mentioned. White walls, under a white ceiling that reflected a white tiled floor. It looked very similar to a family-sized nurse's office. Two rows of white-framed cots with white bed sheets stood along the side walls. Most were claimed by burned and melted puppets, which he tore his gaze from immediately. That show would give him nightmares for a whole year...actually, this whole day would.
A second later, the elevator jolted in a different direction.
[Time skip]
Augustus lay down on the caramel clearing of the grand chocolate room. This time, though, he couldn't stand to look at all the candy, for it just reminded him of how greedy he had been.
After the elevator ride was done, the rooms still hadn't been fully arranged, so he used the free period for some reflection time.
Ever since he was little, his parents wanted him to eat as much as possible. His mother said it was because of that once, many years prior, they had seen a group of orphaned street children, all of them so thin their clothes looked like bags and their leg bones were visible. Herr and Frau Gloop wanted their baby to be the opposite of this, so they always encouraged him to eat. Of course, since too much of a good thing always equals bad, that resulted in a greedy, obese, bullied child. The nicknames at school didn't bother him so much, as his Mama always said that being chubby was a good thing.
An Oompa Loompa (which he jolted away from in a speed he didn't know was possible for his flappy legs) came out from behind the bushes and signaled for the boy to follow him. He did, and soon they stood in front of a metal door with a tag: Michael and Augustus. The German boy sighed. "I guess this is It." he thought as he pushed open the door.
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