I have to say: my friends and I never really talk about boys, so I don't know how that kind of conversation works. Just tell me if it's anything all like this, so I know whether I can keep on writing them like that or not.

Veruca Salt never had friends. At least not real ones. Sure, she did have the little BFFs group at school, but she knew, and they knew, that they were all MSFs really: Money Sucking Friends. They didn't care about how much she trusted them or how much she needed them. Just as long as she had the money, they'd stick by. She always tried to make up for it, though, by asking for material things and pets. But it was never enough, as she didn't have anyone to go and ride the pony with her, or play with the cats and dogs. But now, after so many years of longing and craving for companions, she was confused. VERY confused. It was like the time when she first learned how to horse ride. She didn't know what to do, so she just stayed put and waited for someone to tell her exactly what the next step was.

She looked around hers and Violet's temporary room. It was actually fairly big, though it seemed tiny compared to her own massive bedroom back home, in England.

Two beds, each with a wooden chest. When the girls decided to peek inside, around ten minutes after getting bored of talking about the boys after the chocolate room, they found meters and meters of fabric, so they guessed that by this Wonka meant to say: "I only let you stay here because the press is outside. But that does not mean you are welcome in my fortress." She could live with that.

One thing no one (besides Magda, one of their servants) knew was that, after spending so many years alone, Veruca had actually developed many homey skills, such as sewing and patching.

"We could make some miss universe-worthy dresses out of these." She exclaimed to the other girl, who had already slumped onto the bed in defeat. Time for plan B.

"It's a pity neither of us have a boyfriend right now to show off to or to walk long the candy flower patches holding handing hands with."

That did it. Violet jolted up like a spring, and smiled from ear to ear. "Well, again, we are going to snatch the boys, aren't we? Oh, I was actually meaning to say; I think we should help them out. I mean, it kind of broke my heart to see Augustus so sad and I don't if you noticed, but Mike was crying. Plus, we need to practice this whole "friends stand up for one another" thing. Just to make it official."

Veruca couldn't help but sadden at the thought for the American and german boys in the chocolate room.

"I agree. Can we talk about something happy and cheery now?"

"Okay, then, but you asked for it. Gus was looking at you with these giant puppy eyes! It was the epitome of cute!"

The British girl's head snapped up. This was a topic she liked. "I know right? And the way he was just looking at the floor when we talked about him! God, I felt like squishing him with a hug! Though I'm not sure if my arms can actually wrap all the way around him."

Violet burst out laughing, and Veruca joined her. Soon enough, the two girls were sprawled on the floor, trying to catch their breath.

"So is this what it feels like to have a friend?" She asked, a goofy smile glued permanently to her pale face. Violet tilted her head to look at her.

"I don't know, but I love it!"

Veruca couldn't agree more.

[Time skip]

Veruca opened her eyes and tried to shake off the dizziness. She tried to move her left hand to rub her eyes, but found that she couldn't, as that particular limb was attached to the wall. She looked down and gasped; both of her feet plus her other hand was attached to the same wall by thick metal bars.

She looked around, trying to figure out where she was in vain. The space, which she guessed was very spacious, was pitched black, only the area surrounding her petite figure vaguely visible.

Suddenly, two tiny red almond-shaped lights revealed themselves in the darkness. Then another pair came out. And another, and another, and another, until she was cornered by hungry, vicious bulbs. The little girl screamed in fear, hoping the sound would shoo the things away from her.

Bad idea.

Her yell was returned by a loud chorus of inhuman screeches. Then it hit her: squirrels. An army of nut-shelling, flesh eating rodents.

She felt the hundreds of thousands of pairs of tiny feet scurry along her tights, dress, coat and face.

She was screaming the whole time, trying to startle the creatures that were now covering her whole body, excluding the face. That didn't stop them. If anything, it was music to their furry ears. She remembered the last time this happened, because she wanted of these squirrels to herself.

"What are they doing?"

"They're checking to see if she's a bad nut."

Last time, she was a bad nut, and was thrown in the garbage. Surely they wouldn't hurt her this time either, right? Just like before, a squirrel came out and tapped her head.

"Oh my, she is a bad nut after all!"

Instead of carrying her to a whole, though, the creatures started biting. Her face, arms, legs, torso, anything they could get their tiny mouths and sharp teeth in.

"GET OFF ME! PLEASE, I BEG YOU! I DIDN'T DO ANTHING WRONG, JUST GET THE BLOODY HELL OFF ME!"

It didn't matter how much she screamed, they'd not stop until the bad nut had her punishment done. The only thing she heard before backing out was a voice, calling her name in a worried manner.

"VERUCA! VERUCA, WAKE UP, PLEASE STOP SCREAMING!"

Veruca jolted up, head butting Violet in the process. She looked around. Where was she? This was definitely not the same room where she had been mauled. Where were the squirrels? And how were her limbs free from the metal boundaries?

Then she remembered. The storm! They had stayed at the factory because of it, didn't they? The events of the day hit her like a tsunami. She had decided to rest for a bit before supper. Was it all a dream? Then she remembered her friend.

"VIOLET! Are you ok? Oh my god, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hit you I swear!"

The other girl got up and rubbed her forehead.

"Its fine, I've had worse. What happened? You just suddenly started screaming and thrashing and crying. I tried to wake you up, but it didn't work."

"I was having a nightmare. About the squirrels. They said I was a bad nut. Then the squirrels attacked me! They kept biting me all over, and they wouldn't stop!"

She started crying all over again. It was hard not to. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her shaking frame. That was startling. Veruca's parents never hugged her. They always kept business poise when talking to their only daughter. Being shown such a loving act was unknown to her. And Violet didn't even know about the Nut Room. But she liked it. A lot. "I am starting to like this whole friendship thing a lot." She thought she continued to cry in her new friend's shoulder.

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