Response to the reviews:

Victoria(1): thank you!

(2): I did post one of the Stuck scenes already, but I'm having a bit of trouble being satisfied with the other ones…

Linkwonka88: it is, isn't it? Ire-reading what I wrote for Wonka, I guess I exaggerated a bit…or a lot…but thanks anyway!

Demonicgirl666: I feel so too. He does so because he is a psychopath in my view. And yes, Charlie is God to him. P.s: I LOLed when I read this review.

Irock04567: 1. After I watched the video with his song, I really couldn't help but focus on the fact that he was literally being tortured for not being childish. And for some reason, I guess I like making fictional people suffer. 2. Yep…too much? 3. Strwberry's not my first option when it cmes to ice cream…or pretty much anything. Thanks! I was actually worried that the storytelling in that part was bad. Well, I have no idea what made my friend have that dream…oh well. 4. I know I exaggerated. A lot. I guess I just…yeah.

KEEP ON MOTIVATING ME PEOPLE!

The four 'bad' children sat together in the boys' room.

"I had the worst nightmare possible last night!" Violet exclaimed.

"You did too?" Augustus asked. He hadn't eaten breakfast that morning, to everyone's surprise and his mother's growing concern. After that dream, where a group of bacons were throwing deadly foods and treats at him (This just sounds sillier than I expected, especially since it's supposed to be a scary nightmare), how could he? If he couldn't eat before, now he was completely ok with the possibility of starving to death.

"Yeah, there were lots of blueberries, and they were calling me names and making fun of me!" her voice faltered. Mike, who was sitting on her shoulder, gave it a comforting pat to let her know it was ok to cry. She smiled at the shrunken boy and looked back at Gus. "What was yours about?"

"Bacon…and candy" they all gave him weird looks. "There was a group of Oompa Loompa sized talking bacons, and they were singing the Oompa Loompa song and throwing food at me and it hurt a lot!" he was sobbing uncontrollably by then, and Veruca quickly moved over to give him a friendly hug and whisper comforting words in his ear.

After a few awkward moments, Augustus's sobbing finally decreased to just a few sniffs, and Mike decided to share the burden, even if it made him himself want to cry as well.

"I dreamed that the television room song was playing, and I felt a lot of people hurting me just like the Oompa Loompas had" he rubbed his leg, which had been cut with a giant knife inside the dream world. Real world or not, the pain had come just as bad, if not worse. It seemed that if he didn't see what exactly was hurting him, it was 5 times more painful. Violet ruffled the unruly mess of brunette hair on his tiny head and then faced Veruca.

"Are you in the 'We are haunted by Oompa Loompa songs in our sleep' club as well, Ruca?"

"Why not the 'We get bullied in our sleep' club?" Mike asked in his squeaky voice before Veruca could answer.

"Because 'we are haunted by Oompa Loompa songs in our sleep sounds better'" Violet argued. Mike just grumbled. The other three kids shared a good natured laugh before Violet asked Veruca the question once more.

"So, are you in the club or not?"

"Unfortunately yes. I had the same dream as before, just…this time I heard the Oompa Loompas singing the same song as in the nut room"

"Wait, you actually heard the song?! But you were already down the chute! Unless you weren't so deep down, there was no way you could have heard it!" Mike seemed to regret saying that as soon as the words left his mouth. Veruca's face fell, and so did two shiny streams of glistening tears. Mike tried to fix his mistake as soon as possible.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean do offend. Really" the girl just nodded while trying to wipe all tears out of her face.

"It's fine…actually, I wasn't that deep in. a lot of garbage was breaking the fall"

"Three weeks. That's what Wonka said." The shrunken boy responded.

"Oh…that's…good, I guess. Or not"

Augustus raised his hand a little "Would it be ok if I asked you guys what happened to you? Y- You don't have to tell me, but if you could…" the three kids looked at one another, and then nodded at the German boy. Violet spoke first.

"Ok, so I guess we should do it in order...? yeah, we should. So I got out of the tour after you, Gus, when we went to the inventing room."

"What's the inventing room?" Augustus asked.

"Wonka said that it's where he keeps his 'most secret inventions'" Veruca answered.

"Anyway. Wonka showed a few of his weird candies. An everlasting gobstopper and a hair toffee. Don't ask what that is." Violet continued. "And then he said he wanted to show us something. We went to this really big machine and turned it on and then a strip of gum came out of it. So I took it, and then Wonka started talking about how awesome and amazing it was."

"So I thought he meant that it was ready for eating, since he showed it off so much. So I started chewing it." The blue girl's voice wavered. "But then my mom told me I was turning blue. I looked at my hands and saw that they were blue. Then I felt myself blowing up and before I knew I was a giant blueberry and then they started singing about the way I chew and Wonka was dancing to it and my mom was only worried about how couldn't compete instead of the fact that I might not go back to real size and color again and then they started jumping on me and then, and then…" now Violet was letting out various sobs an tears. The others quickly moved in to give her a comforting hug.

The only sound in the room were Violet's wails until Veruca piped up from her position with face squeezed between Mike's body and Violet's neck.

"Oh, lord, Mike! You are smelly as hell. Ever heard of a shower?"

"Hey! You're the one who swam in trash. And it's your turn to talk" Came Mike's squeaky reply.

"Yes, but I will put you inside a bowl of water and soap later to wash off. You smell horrible" she snapped back, then regained her composure, cleared her throat, resumed talking before Mike could protest on the bath subject. "So after the little demons rolled Violet out of the inventing room, we went to the nut room, where there were lots and lots of squirrels sorting nuts around an area with a hole in the middle. I said I wanted one, because I've never had a squirrel, but daddy said no, and so did Wonka. So I went to get one myself. But then the squirrels started jumping on me a then pinned me to the ground. They started tapping on my head, and I heard Wonka say I was a bad nut." She took a deep breath. "And then they dragged me to the hole in the middle of the room. I kept on falling for a few seconds, until I fell on a load of garbage. I didn't hear or see anything for a pretty long time, but when I did, it was the Oompa Loompa song…and three different things fell on me. What exactly were those things?" she asked Mike, the only one in the room other than herself who had gone as far in tour.

"A fish skeleton, a steak, and an oyster, I think. And your dad."

"Yes, I did notice my dad fell in there as well. So that's pretty much it. It actually helps to talk about it. I might tell the story again in the future just to get it out. Ok, smelly boy. Your turn"

"I'm not smelly! And so after the nut room we-" he was interrupted by Violet, who then picked him up by the collar and sniffed his tiny body. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"She's right. You smell like rotten food. And sweat. And…raw meat?" she gave him a questioning look. He sighed.

"I'll explain. Just wait. So we went to the elevator, did the same thing we all did before, and went to the television room. Wonka said he had an invention that sent stuff through television, and showed it to us, but then I saw that it was teleporter and told him so but no one cared! He could have changed the world but he only cares about this freaking chocolate! So I went into the machine to show him and-" again he was interrupted by Violet.

"You're really dumb. Just…yeah"

"Shut up. I'm a science person. So I went into the machine, got shrunk and sent into the television. When I got there, there was an Oompa Loompa newscaster singing, then a chef hammering a steak –that's where the raw meat smell probably comes from-, then there were freaks playing with toy robots, then I was in psycho, then into a Oompa Loompa infested rock show, and then they started attacking me."

"First one pushed me off a keyboard, then I was holding on to a cymbal and the drummer hit the thing, so I started flying around, then I fell in slow motion through a Oompa Loompa Beatles concert. Then they smashed a guitar on my head, tried to kill me with a giant knife, punched me on the face and stomach, almost fried me in a frying pan, and then broke pretty much all my bones by slamming a bulletin board on me." he said it all very fast, trying to get rid of the memory.

"…ouch" Violet said.

"Yup."

"Okay, so now that we've opened our hearts, you need a bath. C'mon, I can't stand the smell anymore"

Meanwhile, Wonka and Charlie had been watching the pink sheep being sheared while Charlie explained his own dream to Wonka and Wonka pretended to listen.

Yup. Not much happened here, but I wanted to show some bonding time between the brats.

I don't really know whether to show the bathing scene or not. What do you guys think? On one hand I would have a bit more content which means it's easier, but on the other, I was planning on having it in another fic that's WiP right now…idk, help me out.

So, yeah. They share their feelings (god, I almost wrote 'fillings'), I put even more crying in there (don't know why) and I just make it clear (again) that I don't like Wonka. Yeah.

And guess what? After the science test I've had today I got lots of ideas for the Once Upon A Time fic and for this one.

YOU SHALL NEVER GUESS WHAT I'VE PLANNED FOR ONCE UPON A TIME! *perfect evil laugh*