RESPONSE TO THE REVIEWS:
Linkwonka88: yeah, I actually haven't watched the whole movie for the last ten years or so, I think (I tried, but decided to just watch the parts where I could see mike). That sounds cool. My dad's an engineer. We already celebrate Christmas in summer (it's a big disappointment when you're a kid since almost all movies and X-mas cards show Christmas with a bunch of snow and stuff)
Lily: I am planning on doing that, actually.
Victoria: thank you! And thank you (again) for choosing the scenes. And as you already saw, yes I did use the name (it seriously saved my life, thx)! Oh, and I envision them as:
Mike, Violet, & Augustus: 13
Veruca & Charlie: 12
And I ab-so-lu-te-ly LOVE long reviews!
Oh, and thank you so much for helping me with the names. I owe you this chapter.
Mike dreamed of pain.
He couldn't see anything, but he could hear and feel. And he wished he didn't. The television room song was echoing around him at about 100dBAs, if not louder. He felt the multiple attacks over and over, a never ending cycle in a factory of pain.
It rots the senses in the head
He felt himself being pushed off the ground with the force of a tornado.
It kills imagination dead
He was holding on to dear life
It clogs and clutters up the mind
Being launched into the air again
It makes a child so dull and blind
Falling down an endless pit
He can no longer understand a fairy tale a fairy land
A guitar was smashed down on him
His brain becomes as soft as cheese
He moved from side to side, because he knew that he didn't, something bad would happen
His thinking powers rust and freeze
His efforts were useless, as that didn't stop him from feeling a sharp pain on his leg
He cannot think he only sees
followed by a wet texture on that same place
Regarding little Mike Teavee We very much regret that we
A strong punch to his jaw
Shall simply have to wait and see
And one to his stomach, so hard that he felt the air being knocked out of him
And see, and see
That wasn't all, as it sent him flying
Right on top of a blazing hot surface
And see, and see
He felt himself being launched off yet again
We very much regret that we shall simply have to wait and see if we can get him back his size but if we can't
In that one sentence alone, he felt all the previous punishments being repeated over and over, with the intensity growing each time.
It serves him right.
The sum of each individual pain was slammed down on him like a bulletin board. And then there was black.
Violet dreamed of blueberries
She saw blueberries of all sizes, shapes, and kinds.
They were looking at her, the largest of them all, and laughed, because they knew, and she knew that even if she were a girl, or a blueberry, or a winner, or a loser, she wouldn't find her place. That was because no one liked blueberry girls, or losers, or people who always win.
That was funny for them, because they knew and took pride in knowing that they were better blueberries than her. So they laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and called her names.
"Human blueberry"
"Freak"
"Softy"
"Butter heart"
Tears of pure blueberry juice rained, pouring down from her blue eyes.
"Competitive twat"
"Stupid blondie (I myself have nothing against blondes, FYI)"
"Dumbass"
The blue berries decided to spice things up even more as her demise song ringed in her ears.
Listen close, and listen hard
The tale of Violet Beauregarde
"Loser"
"Blueregarde"
This little girl, she see no wrong
In chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing
Chewing, chewing all day long
"Worthless"
"Disappointment"
Chewing, chewing all day long
Chewing, chewing all day long
Chewing, chewing all day long
Chewing, chewing all day long
"Blue skinned retarded freak (That's kinda racist. In a way, I mean)"
For years and years, she chews away
Her jaws get stronger every day
"Gum chewer"
"Cow chewing (this is relating to the way she chews)"
With one great tremendous chew
To bite the poor girl's tongue in two
"Overachiever"
"Mommy's girl"
Chewing, chewing all day long
Chewing, chewing all day long
Chewing, chewing all day long
Chewing, chewing all day long
The words started to fade, and so did the song, as she was rolled down into a black abyss of sorrow.
Chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing
Chewing, chewing all day long
Charlie dreamed of strawberry flavored ice-cream.
He saw millions and millions of strawberry ice-cream cones walking, talking, and laughing together along the strawberry ice-cream streets.
When he looked down, he realized that he, too, was a strawberry flavored ice-cream cone.
When he explored the ice-cream city he noticed a few patterns, such as the fact that there was a WONKA ice-cream shop at every corner, and that older ice-cream cones had sprinkles on them.
Suddenly, just as he had started a conversation with a short and jumpy baby strawberry ice-cream cone, a giant shadow was cast over the town; it's dark and scary form swallowing everything in sight.
It took him a while to notice what really was facing them all. But when he did, Charlie's strawberry ice-cream mouth formed a perfect "o" shape.
A giant strawberry flavored ice-cream cone.
He heard a scream, and saw the whole population fleeing from the giant. Charlie wanted to follow suit, but he simply couldn't. Wasn't it wrong to judge the ice-cream by its enormous size? Or just simply because it was different than the majority? He was about to say a proper hello to the newly arrived, when it started grabbing the strawberry flavored citizens, at least a thousand and fifty in each handful. That action alone made Charlie forget his heroic act and decide that he valued his happy and frothy life as a strawberry flavored ice-cream cone.
It wasn't long before he too was caught in the hands of the giant maniacal strawberry flavored ice-cream cone. He braced himself as cold darkness swallowed him whole, and Willy Wonka's voice echoed in his mind.
"Be thankful you're not forced to mix with these brats!" well now Charlie would mix with things much worse than brats.
Augustus dreamed of Bacon.
Tiny, short (almost as short as the Oompa Loompas) little smiling strips of bacon were dancing around him, taunting him with chocolate bars, caramel toffees, strawberry ice cream cones, blueberry jelly, marshmallows, and every other kind of candy he once liked.
And Augustus? What did he do?
He cried, and begged them to stop, and then cried even more when they didn't. It got even worse as a familiar tune tuned up from nowhere in particular. The Oompa Loompa sized bacon strips sang to it as if they were in a common karaoke night.
Augustus Gloop, Augustus Gloop
The great big gready nincompoop
A waterfall of chocolate descended upon the German boy
Augustus Gloop, so big and vile
So greedy foul and infantile
Blueberry pudding was sprayed on his face
Come on, we cry, the time is right
To send him shooting up the pipe
At least five lemon pies were launched at him
And do dear children be alarmed
Augustus Gloop will sure be harmed
A sizzling hot lava cake was tossed at his bare hands, and the boy screamed in pain
Augustus Gloop will sure be harmed
The attack repeated itself, and he howled five times louder
And too of course we must admit
He will be altered quite a bit
He couldn't see what else was being pitched at him anymore, but he felt the textures, and the temperatures.
Slowly wheels go round and round
And cogs begin to grind and pound
Hard and freezing cold
This greedy brute this louse's ear
Pudgy and warm
Is loved by people everywhere
Small, room-temperature, and soft
For who could hate or bear a grudge
Against a luscious bit of fudge?
Augustus wailed as a mountain of desserts rained on him, burying him alive under what once was his idea of heaven.
Wonka dreamed of happiness.
He saw the history of his chocolate empire, from the time when he had nothing but a corner store at Cherry Street to the time when he passed the world's largest factory to Charlie.
But that wasn't all.
Wonka also saw them. But that didn't bother him, because they were suffering, and learning they're lesson.
He saw Augustus being boiled in the fudge room.
He saw Violet being squeezed out of juice in the juicing room.
He saw Veruca swimming through garbage in the chute.
He saw Mike being thrown around like a puppet by the Oompa Loompas.
And then he saw Charlie, his heir, and the white sheep. He saw the two of them in the inventing room, breathing life into all sorts of candies. He saw them hunting down Oompa Loompas to test their newest and craziest inventions. The memories and possibilities swam around in front of him, happy as jelly beans, and jolly as marshmallows.
He smiled in his sleep, and stayed that way.
Another chappie up!
So what do you guys think?
NOTE: Veruca was not included in this because I already did her sleeping self…And because she wasn't there when her song played.
2nd NOTE: Special thanks to Victoria for the names Blueregarde, Loser, & Disapointment and to DemonicEntity666 (go check her out on deviantart) for the name Blue Skinned Retarded Freak. and thanks to my dear friend Duda for letting me use a concept of a dream she had once(Charlie's ice-cream dream)
3rd NOTE: the time for you guys to choose which scenes you want to be drawn for this story ends…in the 27TH!
So yeah, send me reviews or I'll feel ignored, blah, blah, blah, etc, etc.