Olivia: Thank u!
Turrislucidus: kkkkkkk thx!
Linkwonka88: first: thank you so much! Second: about beating the s*it out of that kid…man, u got guts! Not encouraging it, of course. And third: older AND younger twins? That's tough…I'm sorry 'bout ur mom. But if this helps (idk if it does) most of the people I know say that everything happens for a reason. I think their right. Fate just sends us to where we have to go in order to learn and grow. Even if it hurts. Well, anytime u wanna let stuff out (Desabafar, in Portuguese. Idk the English word for it), I'm all ears.
Demonicgirl666: yes he is. But don't fret! He'll get what he deserves. Though I guess I'm not a vengeful enough person… And thank you!
22: aww thx!
Smiley101: I kinda only went to re-read your review after I finished this…so yeah, but at least it's in Charlie's PoV. If I do an epilogue then there will be a part for him anyway.
This is the last chapter, guys. Then we'll have an epilogue, though only if you want me to do it. So plz tell me in the comments. I hope you enjoyed this story, and I'm sorry if this is not as good as you expected it.
Charlie was trying very hard not to stare horrified at Mike, though it was nearly impossible for his eyes not to flicker back to glance at the ten feet tall and paper thin boy standing on the other side of the hallway. He had seen some Oompa Loompas plus Mr. Teavee taking the previously tiny Mike Teavee to a different room the night before, right after the insulting songs and images Mr. Wonka had prepared. Charlie hadn't felt so sure about the man at the time, but he got a good enough explanation for it, so he guessed that it had been for the best.
The storm had subsided little after dawn, a few hours before all the shops would open and the new day would officially begin, but as Mr. Wonka had said it was "the perfect time to say goodbye and skip on to the next step".
As the four runner-ups and their parents were trudging towards the open main doors of the factory, Charlie heard his mentor whisper, as if reciting a mantra: "Let these disgusting little beasts be gone from our lives and from my wonderful world of pure imagination." Unfortunately, it seemed that one of them heard the words loud and clear. The large boy turned around, his piggy eyes sadder than ever.
"Mr. Wonka, we understand that what happened to us was partly our own fault, but we're not the only ones to blame." Augustus stated sadly, no longer as shy and insecure as he was when they first walked into the deadly factory.
Violet joined him. "I agree that none of us were-or are- anywhere near being perfect children, but it's NOT in your place to judge us and insult us."
Veruca came up next to her. "Yes. We may have flaws, and very apparent ones at that, but having a complete stranger embarrass, scare, and violate us will NOT fix us. And neither will help reminding us that there are people who are better, at least in your point of view."
"You know...in the end, you're the only rotten brat around here, . We at least admit that we have flaws and still wear them with our heads high. Different from some people." Violet snapped at last, and as if taking their cue, the three turned back around and started for the door.
When they passed him, Mike looked over his shoulder, straight at small-in-comparison Charlie, and said in a hoarse voice: "you know, you guys think he's so great and amazing, when what he did and how he did it makes him so much worse than us." He paused "I won't willingly tell anyone about what we saw in here, because it's like your home and you're a goody goody kid and all. Don't make me regret this."
"I won't. And I hope to see you four again in the future."
"...Hopefully not." Mike answered after a few moments, and followed the others out to the open world, a set of adventures and challenges with no doubt awaiting them. Charlie stared at the four bodies, of whom he once judged "evil", but that at the moment he could only describe as "misunderstood"
Mr. Wonka's voice came from behind him in an excited tone "now that that's done for, there's someone I've wanted you to meet for quite some time, Charlie."
In the end, there's nothing you can do about your mistakes, except take them and use them as a reassurance that you are normal. Everyone fails at some point. Some more than others. And we all feel like we're at the bottom at one time or another. But in the end, all that matters is who you really are. And if who you really are is a rotten brat, then the ones that don't like it can go f***k themselves.
And here is the final chapter of "Stuck"! (Except for the maybe epilogue) I just want to say that I loved writing this story, and that I loved most of all to get to know some of you guys, even if only a little. This Thursday the final tests of the year start, so I might take longer on the other stories, but I'm feeling inspired right now so who knows…well I hope you liked this story as much as I did (hopefully more…I might completely edit it in the future).
Btw the thing at the end is just random feelings. I wanted to put something else in there and this happened.