In response to the reviews:

Linkwonka88: Yeah, I just can't seem to make Wonka good. Yet, anyway. Well, right now living here isn't that good. There's a lot of crime. But my friends and classmates are really sweet, and now I see my dad almost every day (I used to live somewhere else where I only saw him in the weekend) so I guess that kinda makes up for it (and the food's AMAZING). We celebrate Christmas in December like everyone else, BTW. I've always wanted to see the U.S. it's like the most famous place in the WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD! What's it like in Hawaii, btw?

Victoria: yup! Actually I don't know the exact ages for each kid (I don't think they said what they were in the movie), but if I find it I'll tell ya!

ATTENTION: READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BOTTOM CUZ IT'S IMPORTANT!

Mike looked back and forth between the wall to the left and the wall to the right. His stomach rumbled like it had been doing for the past 45 minutes. Augustus had already left to help his mother prepare dinner for everyone (since there was no way they'd eat candy for a meal), so the American boy had no one to entertain him, even if it was just by asking a bunch of pointless questions Mike could answer by either:

A groan that meant "Yes"

A groan that meant "No"

Deathly silence meaning "It's none of your business, now ask me something vague and unimportant to which I will answer without a single trace of emotion in my voice so I can still keep my dignity"

The girls we're probably accompanying the German boy to eat, so they were out of the list as well. His dad was still an immediate no. Charlie had disappeared somewhere with Wonka, and even if he hadn't, the factory winner was way too nice; to the point it almost drove Mike crazy. It would be just weird to talk to any of the other parents, so long story made short: Mike had absolutely no one to distract him from thirst and hunger.

Well at least I'm not destroying my throat speaking. Mike attempted at focusing on the bright side of the situation. Then again, if I hadn't been shrunk to just 10, 2 centimeters of height, I could've just waltzed over and grabbed something to eat or drink, and I wouldn't have to watch out how much I talk because it wouldn't matter the least bit. Granted, he had never been one to acknowledge such side.

His minuscule stomach roared again; Mike mentally scolded himself for not eating anything before coming to the demented factory. It's not really my fault, is it? I didn't know we were going to have to stay here longer…or that I wouldn't be able to go to the 'eating place' by myself.

The 10, 2cm tall boy gave a start when three punished ticket winners invaded the room.

"Who's hungry?" Violet asked in an announcing tone. She was holding a paper plate; Mike was far too short to see its contents. That frustrated him greatly. He swallowed his pride and tried to focus on the fact that he might not be as bored now.

"What's in the plate?" he asked hesitantly. Given how much effort Wonka had put into making them comfortable, their dinner could very well be rotten Oompa Loompa flesh…or liquid three-course gum. Or real-food shaped candy. The thought made him shudder. What if Wonka had given them poison? But there was only way of knowing, and that was by eating it.

"Soup. Gus's mum made it." Veruca replied. "It's really good, we've tried it before coming in here." She assured the tiny boy. Violet put the plate down in front of him and the fact that almost all of the lumpy veggies floating around were at least 3 times bigger than his mouth did absolutely nothing to help his current self-esteem. And how was he supposed to drink the hot, steamy meal if there was possibly no spoon usable for someone his size?

"They're too big. I can't eat this" he whined. The three children looked at one another, and then violet pulled out a regular sized teaspoon and shook it with an excited smile, almost like a commercial girl would. Despite how irrelevant the thought was, Mike couldn't help but notice that she would be a very good model…or actress, or anything that was taken for looks. Blue skin or not, Violet Beauregarde was one heck of a pretty chick.

The boy changed his attention back to the problem, took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and said:
"What's that for? I can't even lift it properly, let alone eat with it!" The shrunken boy slumped his shoulders. Even now people didn't notice how much it hurt to be shown over and over again that he wouldn't be able to do anything normally anymore. Before he could stop himself, mike felt a single tear roll down his cheek. Then another, then another. Not after long, a waterfall of water, mucin, lipids, lysozyme, lactoferrin, lipocalin, lacritin, immunoglobulins, glucose, urea, sodium, and potassium [1]came rushing out of his tear ducts. The weird thing? Mike didn't care about it anymore. His life was ruined; there was no point in denying it. He deserved to cry, because he was teleported, shrunk to 10, 2cm in the process, tortured by giants in multiple different scenarios (including his favorite movie) for a deranged psychotic candy maker's amusement, and being weighed down by all the pity people kept throwing at him for it.

He felt a soft hand travel down his back and pick him up carefully, then all he saw was blue. Mike didn't back away from the hug. It was good, comforting, and made him feel cared for, loved, safe, and like he was worth something as precious as someone else's time. For the next three minutes or so, Mike just cried and sobbed into Violet's blue tracksuit shoulder.

"Come on, the soup's getting cold." She coaxed. He nodded weakly and let her lift and lower him back to the original position on the bedside chest. He rubbed his face and eyes to get rid of tears and asked the three giants the same question as before.

"How am I supposed to eat it?"

Violet took the spoon, scooped a little pit of steamy veggie soup in it, and moved it slowly towards the boy. She smiled apologetically.

"We couldn't find any other way to make this work. I'm sorry."

The boy offered a grateful and forgiving smile before tilting the spoon slightly towards his mouth, getting on his tip toes, and sucking the warm meal with a slluuurping sound and a pleasured hum afterwards. He glanced at where Augustus had been standing before his crying fit started and noticed the boy was nowhere to be seen. And neither was Veruca. Oh well. He thought before digging into the soup again. They probably went to make out somewhere or something.

"Hey, Vi" he called out to the blue girl, who seemed to just have noticed that two members of their little group had disappeared. She looked down at him.

"What is it?"

"Uh…well, I mean…umm…thanks, I guess, for helping me out." She gave him a confused look

"I didn't get what you said. Try to speak louder."

"I said THANKS FOR HELPING ME OUT!" that caused the girl to double over laughing.

IT'S MIKE'S POV AGAIN PEOPLEEEEEEEEEE!

I JUST LOV HIM SO MUCH!

[1] I CTRL-C/CTRL-V ed this from the internet

QUESTION: what could be the name of a meeting point for pirates? it's in a beach.

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