Disclaimer: i own NOTHING, Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory belongs to Roald Dahl. The only thing i own is my OC: Alison Winchester.
CHAPTER 3 - PARADISE AND BOAT RIDES
Alison
The hallway began getting narrow and we had to crouch, then we got to a door, Willy turning to look at us.
"Why is the door so small?" Mike asked.
"To keep all the great big chocolately flavor inside!" He said, then unlocked the small door which was really a huge door and he pushed it open.
"Holy sh-" i trailed off as i looked around. It was candy heaven and what appealed to me the most was the huge chocolate waterfall. "Now this is Gabriel's heaven" i said, Charlie laughing.
"Now do be careful my dear children, don't lose your heads. Don't get over excited, just keep very calm" Willy said.
Pfft, yeah right. Augustus already dropped his candy in shock. If Gabriel were here, he'd have a field day and never leave.
"It's beautiful" Charlie whispered in awe.
"Tell me about it" i said, then Willy turned to us.
"What? Oh yeah, very beautiful" he said, his violet eyes landing on me as he spoke and i couldn't help but blush, Charlie nudging me.
"Every drop of this river is hot melted chocolate of the finest quality." He boasted proudly, then he lead us up a small bridge and stopped.
"The waterfall is the most important thing. It mixes the chocolate, makes it light and frothy. By the way, no other factory in the world mixes its chocolate by waterfall, my dear children. And you can take that to the bank!"
As i listened to him, i couldn't help but think he was kinda cute. 'No, dammit Alison, stop.' i mentally argued with myself. I couldn't like him, not with the life i had.
I was jolted out of my thoughts when i heard a whirring, the noise causing all of us to look up, while Willy began explaining, "People, those pipes suck up all the chocolate and carry it through out the entire factory. Thousands of gallons an hour, yeah" he said, then we stopped when we crossed the bridge. "And what do you think of my meadow? Try some grass. Please have a blade, please do. It's so delectable and darn good-looking"
"You can eat the grass?" Charlie asked.
"Of course you can, everything in this room is eatable, even i'm eatable, but that is called cannibalism my dear children and is frowned upon in many societies" he said. At first, i thought he was kidding, but his face told a different story. "Enjoy" he then said, ushering everyone away.
Charlie looked up at me, hesitating.
I smiled, gesturing with my hand, "go nuts, kiddo, but uh, just stay clear of Augustus, i have to take you home alive and in one piece" i said.
Charlie laughed, "thanks" he said, hugging me before he took off.
I sighed, gripping the strap of my duffle bag, looking around.
"Are you going to try anything?" Willy asked me. I jumped, forgetting he was still standing with me. I turned to see him gazing at me with curious violet eyes.
I shrugged, "um, i guess, just don't know where to start" i said.
"Are you that boy's m... m-mo-" he started to say, but like before, he had trouble.
"His mom?" I guessed.
He nodded.
I shook my head with a small laugh, "no, i'm not. I'm a family friend"
"I never caught your name"
"Alison Winchester" i said, holding my hand out for him to shake, praying he didn't recognize my last name.
Willy smiled, shaking my hand, which sent a slight tingle in my body as we touched, "then who's the boy?" He asked.
"His name's Charlie Bucket" i said, pulling my hand away.
He nodded, then his gaze fell on my duffle, "what's with the bag?" He asked and my grip tightened on it. He noticed, "i'm sorry, it must be personal" he said.
I nodded, then our eyes met, his violet gaze curious, my green eyes defensive.
"Look it, Daddy! It's a little person!" Veruca announced, pointing.
Me and Willy looked over and i jumped as another little person popped up. I looked at the people in curiosity. Wow, they really are short.
"Are they even real?" Mike asked, causing Willy to look over,
"well of course they're real, they're Oompa Loompas!"
I rose a brow, "what the hell are Oompa Loompas?" i asked.
"These are the workers; they're directly imported from LoompaLand" he said with a proud smile.
"There's no such place" Mr. Teevee said.
"What?" Willy said, turning.
"I teach high school geography and i'm here to tell you-"
"Then you should know all about it and what a horrible place it is" Willy interrupted, then began chattering about how he discovered the Oompa Loompas, "but i must warn you, they can be rather mischevious, always pulling pranks" he said, sighing in content as he watched the Oompa Loompas.
"oh great, just what the world needs. More Gabriels" i said, causing Charlie to laugh, but we were all interrupted by Mrs. Gloop.
"Augustus my child, that is not a good thing to do!" Her voice cried out. We all looked over, seeing Augustus leaning into the chocolate river, drinking it from his hand.
"Hey little boy! My chocolate must be untouched by human hands!" Willy called out, but Augustus ignored him, leaning closer, then all hell broke loose when he fell in.
"He'll drown!" Mrs. Gloop screamed and flailed.
We all looked up when we saw the pipes heading towards Augustus.
"Can't you stop the machines?" I asked Willy, looking up at him. He flicked his violet gaze to me, then put his finger to his lips.
I rose a brow, wondering what he was up to.
The pipe plunged into the chocolate river and began sucking up the chocolate. Soon enough, Augustus was now shooting up the pipe.
"There he goes" Violet spoke up.
"Call the fire brigade!" Mrs. Gloop cried out, shaking Willy.
"It's a wonder how that pipe is big enough" Mrs. Beauregarde mused, her eyebrows arched.
"It isn't big enough, he's slowing down" Charlie pointed out as Augustus slowed to a stop at the top of the pipe.
"Hmm, would shooting the pipe work?" I mused softly, but Charlie and Willy heard me, Willy looking down at me in surprise.
"No. Absolutely not. Besides, what would you shoot it with?" He asked, but me and Charlie remained quiet, leaving Willy curious, but luckily Mike chimed in.
"He's gonna stick!" He said.
"I think he already has" Mr. Teevee said.
"He's blocked the whole pipe" Mr. Salt added, then me and Charlie looked around as we heard drums.
"Look! The Oompa Loompas!" Charlie pointed out. They were humming and dancing. What the hell?
"What are they doing?" Veruca asked.
"Why i believe they're going to treat us to a little song. Well, it is a special occasion of course; they haven't had a fresh audience in many moons" Willy chirped, then the Oompa Loompas began singing and dancing.
As they sang, the pipes broke and Augustus was shot up the rest of the pipes. The pipes lifted from the river and moved on.
I jumped when Willy began clapping, "Bravo, well done. Aren't they delightful? Aren't they charming?" He said, then stopped clapping when no one else clapped.
"Well, i thought it was cool" i said, shrugging with a small smile, his eyes meeting mine, genuine happiness in his.
"I have to admit that all seemed rather rehearsed" Mr. Salt suddenly spoke up.
"Like they knew it was going to happen" Mike added.
"Where is my son?! Where does that pipe go?!" Mrs. Gloop asked, following Willy as he began walking.
"That pipe happens to go to the room where i make the most delicious kind of strawberry, chocolate-coated fudge" he said calmly, watching as she sputtered.
"Then they will be making him into strawberry flavored, chocolate covered fudge. They'll be selling him by the pound, all over the world?" She asked.
Willy shook his head, "no, i wouldn't allow it. The taste would be terrible. Could you imagine Augustus flavored chocolate-coated Gloop? Ew! No one would buy it" he said.
I scoffed, nice to know where his priorities lie, but it was true, no one would buy it.
Willy looked at me for a second, then made a strange noise with his tongue and an Oompa Loompa came up to him. Willy directed the Oompa Loompa to take Mrs. Gloop to the fudge room and to take a stick and poke around in the mixing barrel. The Oompa Loompa tugged on Mrs. Gloop's skirt, then took her along.
"Excuse me" Charlie suddenly spoke up, causing Willy to look over at us.
"Yes?"
"Why would Augustus' name already be in the Oompa Loompa song, unless they kn-"
"Improvation is auditory. Anyone can do it" he said, then turned to Little Miss Gum-popper, "you, little girl, say something. Anything"
"Chewing gum" Violet replied as if on instinct and i rolled my eyes, as well as Willy, then he turned back to me and Charlie, "chewing gum is really gross, chewing gum i hate the most. See, exactly the same" he skiled.
"No it isn't" Mike argued.
"Um, you really shouldn't mumble, because i can't understand a word you're saying" Willy responded, then changed subject, "on with the tour"
Willy lead us to the banks of the chocolate river just as a large, pink viking-like boat came into view. The boat stopped in front of us and the Oompa Loompas suddenly broke out into giggles.
I rose a brow, confused.
"What's so funny?" Violet sneered.
"I think it's from all the dog-gone cocoa beans" Willy grinned, then turned to us, our eyes locking as his gaze stopped on me, then as if he were speaking to only me, said, "hey, did you know that chocolate contains an endorphine; gives one the feeling of being in love?" His eyes stayed on mine and i couldn't help but gaze back. I felt my cheeks heat and by the smirk on his face, i knew he saw my blush.
"You don't say" Mrs. Beauregarde said seductively, breaking out moment. I cleared my throat awkwardly, while Willy looked uneasy by her remark, "um, all aboard" he said nervously, gesturing to the boat.
Me, Willy and Charlie sat in the back of the boat, me in the middle. I held my duffle on my lap, completely aware of the Chocolatier beside me.
The boat floated along the river towards an unfamiliar region. As i focused on breathing, trying not to freak out, Willy dipped a ladle into the river and handed it to me, "here, you two looked starved"
"Um, i'm fine" i said, handing the ladle to Charlie, trying to hide the fact that my hands were shaking, but i failed.
Charlie looked at me questioningly, "you okay, Alison?" He asked.
I took a shaky breath, "not exactly a fan of boats either" i said.
"Why not?" Both him and Willy asked.
"Well, the Titanic is one good reason" i said. When they reamined confused, i sighed, "most ships and boats end up sinking" i said. Just like Dean was afraid of flying, i was afraid of sailing.
Charlie patted my arm before drinking the chocolate from the ladle. "It's great" he smiled at Willy.
"Good, by the way no other chocolate factory in the world – "
"You already said that" Veruca snapped.
"You're all quite short, aren't you?" Willy said, ignoring Veruca.
"Well yeah, we're children" Violet said.
"Well that's no excuse; i was never that short at your age" Willy argued.
"You were once" Mike chimed in.
"Was not. Know why? 'Cause i distinctly remember putting a hat on top of my head. Look at your short little arms, you'd never reach" he smirked.
"Do you remember what it was like being a kid?" Charlie asked.
"Boy do i!" Willy said, then paused, confused, "do i?"
Willy was dazing, staring straight ahead, worrying me, so i dug through my duffle and pulled out my flask, splashing the holy water at Willy's face. I put the flask away when he didn't burn, instead he blinked. He turned to me, confused, "why am i wet?" He asked.
"I splashed water on your face to snap you out of your daze" i said, partially lying, handing him an old shirt.
Willy nodded, his gaze still on me as he dried his face.
Willy
There was something about Alison, i didn't know what it was, but, she was different. When she explained why i was wet, something in her eyes told me otherwise. I went along, drying off, wondering why she was lying and what she was lying about. She was hiding something, that much was obvious, especially with the way she reacted with the bag, it made me wonder what dark secrets this pretty girl had, if any.
"Um, Willy, we're headed for a tunnel" Alison said, her green eyes wide.
"Oh yeah, full speed ahead" i called out to the Oompa Loompas, then Violet turned around.
"How can they see where they're going?" She asked.
"They can't. There's no knowing where they're going" i grinned, watching her and her mother exchange scared expressions, then i looked over at Alison who was pale, gripping the seat beneath her.
"Switch on the lights" i said.
"Son of a bitch" Alison cursed, nearly jumping out of her seat, closing her eyes tightly as we dropped down. She released the seat, then grabbed onto me, burying her face in my coat, her body trembling with fear.
I rubbed her back comfortingly, feeling bad, i mean, just a while ago, the girl had said she was afraid of being on a boat. A thrill ride did nothing to help that.
The boat slowed and i spoke, "keep an eye out people! We're passing some very important rooms!", then i looked down at Alison, "you okay?" I asked.
Alison peeked up at me with wide green eyes, her body still trembling, her heart pounding hard and loud, "s-sorry" she stuttered, then her eyes widened more, her cheeks reddening as she realized she was on me, "i'm sorry" she repeated, sitting up.
I was about to say something when Mrs. Beauregarde spoke, "what do you use hair cream for?"
"To lock in moisture" i said with a smile, primping my hair.
Alison let out a small laugh, our eyes meeting, but as always, hers had that haunted look.
"Whipped cream" Charlie pointed as we passed a room that had a cow being whipped.
"Precisely!" I said, smiling, then Veruca turned to me.
"That doesn't make sense"
"You don't make sense" Alison suddenly shot back, obviously annoyed, earning a glare from Mrs. Beauregarde.
I smirked at Alison's annoyance, "for your information, little girl. Whipped cream isn't whipped cream at all unless it has been whipped by whips. Everybody knows that" i said, both me and Alison smiling in satisfaction as Veruca pouted and turned around.
We passed a few rooms, then i spoke up, "stop the boat! I want to show you guys something"