A/N: Hey, guys! Another chapter so soon? Yeah! And get used to it, because I have even more chapters for my stories ready/almost ready as well! Now, it's time to respond to reviews! To JOHNHAMMOND1993, yeah, I actually ended up delving deeper into Indian government, curious if there were still Indian princes, when I found that out, so I wanted to incorporate that into the backstory of Prince Pondicherry. As for the fate of the boat captain, that loose end will be tied up soon enough. To dragonserpent18, if you thought last chapter brought a lot into Willy's past, just you wait for this chapter. Glad you're enjoying the story. To Linkwonka88, you'll just have to wait and see when this story will end. To TheIndividualist, yeah, Prince Pondicherry isn't the brightest bloke out there, is he? At least he wasn't killed like in the West End musical. To mattTheWriter072, your wonderings are actually correct! I'm happy you're enjoying the story. To marty munster, I don't think an Oompa-Loompa trying to kill Willy Wonka would be in character for them. Anyways, this is the longest chapter for this story, so I hope you all enjoy!

Log 18

Three Oompa-Loompas—Bibla, Foonkoo, and Yipshee—were sadly killed today by a snozzwanger while harvesting food on the other side of the lake. I unfortunately had no way of helping them, because I was staying at the village today, continuing my language lessons (both spoken and sign) with Jasoo. Everyone, including I, was heartbroken at the news, but luckily, tonight was a full moon, meaning we were going to communicate with those who passed on to Yoortsha.

It started off like any other celebration of life for an Oompa-Loompa who died (for Bibla, Foonkoo, and Yipshee), but then we began the Yoortsha-channeling ritual. It started off very energetically, similar to the cocoa celebration I spoke of earlier, with extravagant dancing, drum beating, and chanting. Then, it took a surprising turn as everyone stopped dancing and singing, and they all became extremely quiet. They all sat still with their eyes closed, as if in a state of meditation. This lasted for about half an hour, until everyone was ready to end the ritual.

Tonight was a very interesting experience. It was unlike anything else I had experienced with the Oompa-Loompas. And, strangely enough, I actually did feel a sense of spirituality as it was all going on. Like I was somehow closer to the spirit world. It was almost tangible. It can't be described in words; the only way to truly know what I am speaking of is to experience it for yourself.

I'm pretty tired now from all the celebrating, so I'll write back tomorrow. Until then, Willy Wonka.

Log 19

In the morning, today, the Oompa-Loompas took the cocoa beans out from their fermentation hoard and spread the beans across a surface they created in the treetops. This particular surface was intentionally placed out in the sun so that the beans can dry. They told me they have to let the beans dry out for about ten days.

Tonight, the Oompa-Loompas wanted me to tell them more about myself. They said they wanted it to be more personal than the story I told them two nights ago. I'm not an extrovert. That's something about me that's noticeable the minute you meet me. I don't like to share a lot about myself, especially after the spies. But the Oompa-Loompas are different. I feel an innate kinship with them, and I've grown so close to them over these roughly two and a half weeks, so I didn't mind telling them about my personal life and my family.

I started back as far as I'm aware of: my great grandfather, Wolfgang Wonka. Or rather, Wolfgang Wahnker. He was an immigrant from Germany and arrived in the US in 1905, where his surname was anglicized to "Wonka". He settled in the small New England town of Gumpshire, Massachusetts and started his own dentistry, which would later become the family business.

I'm not fond of my father or my grandfather, but my great grandfather was always something of a role model to me. I didn't know him for very long, since he died when I was fairly young, but from the small time I did have the privilege of knowing him, I realized just how warm and loveable he was. Needless to say, that's something that didn't carry over into the following two generations. And unlike his son or grandson, he did justice to the field of dentistry.

Once he did pass away, all of him that was left behind were the pictures of him in my childhood home. They were pictures of him in his prime, in the early years of him living in America. In them, he always wore a top hat, a frock coat, a waistcoat, gloves, and a cane.

Anyways, in 1907, Wolfgang gave birth (well, his wife did, technically) to my grandfather, Walter Wonka. Walter followed his father's footsteps and became a dentist, even taking up the same building his father had. Then, in 1931, my father, Wilbur Wonka was born. He, too, inherited the dentist business along with the same building.

While my great grandfather was a perfect example of what a dentist should be, my grandfather and father are disgraces to the dental profession. While Wolfgang was kind and gentle to his patients, it's a wonder how my grandfather and father even kept the business afloat. I mean, who wants their teeth done by the Marquis de Sade?

Then, on June 9th, 1963, William Wonka was born. Me. My father wasn't always horrible to me, however. My mom died to pneumonia when I was one and a half years old, and so my father tried his best to be a suitable parental figure in my early childhood. It wasn't until I was five years old that it all started, when I expressed a high disinterest in dentistry and vowed I would never become a dentist. I didn't know what I wanted to become, but I knew for sure it would not be a dentist. He probably brushed it off as the ramblings of a young child, but it must've still affected him, because around that time is when he started to treat me…differently.

It started off in a seemingly innocent way—he'd just tell me to stop playing with my friends to come inside and sweep the floors, or something to that effect. But that soon grew into, like I mentioned in a previous log, him never letting me go outside (besides school, of course) and constantly assigning chores for me to do around the house.

Then, the worst thing came. When I was eight years old, my father decided it was time for me to get braces on my teeth. But these weren't those little braces that fit perfectly in front of each tooth so that you can still fully close your lips. These braces were connected to this huge, cage-like headgear that went fully around my face and cranium. He said the reasoning for this was that my teeth needed a lot of work, but I know the real reasoning for doing so was to further ostracize me from the outside world.

Looking back at it now, I wonder why he did want to keep me as far away from the outside world as possible. What did he think would happen to me if I stayed out there too long? Did he think I'd learn that he (and dentists in general, for that matter) did not have the best reputation? Did he think that surrounding me in his sterile world of dentistry would somehow entice me into it? Did he not want me to get ahold of sweets of any kind?

My father never let me have any candy. That's one thing that never did change about him. I remember times when my great grandfather would come over to visit us, and he'd always try to sneak a candy to me, knowing how strict his grandson was, but my father still ended up catching us before I could have a try. Every year, in a cruel twist of his normal practices, he would let me go out trick-or-treating with my friends on Halloween…on one condition. Once I came back home, he would always throw my Halloween candy into the fire. And he enjoyed every minute of it. Reflecting on it now, I guess I could have always eaten the candy while I was still out with my friends. I wonder why I never had done that. Perhaps I just couldn't stand breaking the rules.

His Halloween candy burn fest backfired one year, though. I was ten years old at the time, and the day after Halloween, he told me to clean the fireplace. But while cleaning it, I noticed something resting on the ash-covered ground. I picked it up and saw that it was a malted milk ball, partly wrapped in foil. I had been increasingly upset at his candy incineration every year, so by this year, I was fed up. I was finally going to break the rules. I looked around to make sure he wasn't around, then I took my first bite into a sweet for the first time in my life! Oh, it was perfect! I didn't think it was possible for anything to taste so good! I was hooked after that.

I was soon buying as many sweets I could get my hands on afterschool each day, and I was so fascinated by their sensational sweetness that I wrote down the unique taste of each one in a little notepad as I ate them. I finally knew what I wanted to do—I wanted to be a chocolatier.

I was very nervous to tell my father this, of course, because I knew he would disapprove. He wanted me to continue the family business, but I think I would've died (physically and/or spiritually) had I gone down that path. So, I made sure I had a backup plan. If he didn't approve of my plans to become a chocolatier (which was more than likely), I would just run away and do it myself. And that's pretty much what happened.

I vowed to run away to the "candy capitals of the world"—Switzerland and Bavaria and the sort—but I quickly found out that it's actually rather difficult to live in the outside world on my own, especially since I was sheltered from it for so much of my life at that point. Later that day that I ran away from home, I decided that I'd return home with my head held low. It was embarrassing after leaving the house so boldly, but I had nowhere else to go. But…when I came back to where my house was supposed to be…it wasn't there. My father said he wouldn't be there when I came back, but I didn't think he was serious. He was. I was devastated. I didn't know what to do. I felt more lonely than I ever had before in my life (the braces certainly didn't help). I just sat down in the middle of the sidewalk and began bawling.

I later took a stroll through the town's streets, and I eventually came across an orphanage. It was the only place I could think to go at a dark time like this. When I entered the building, I was met with a desolate lobby. I walked upstairs into a vast room filled with empty beds. The orphanage was abandoned. But, hey, it was still a place to sleep, right? I started to get settled in, then I heard someone enter the building. I walked downstairs and saw a fairly young woman. I remember my first time meeting her so vividly.

"Oh, hello, deary. Are you lost?" she softly spoke to me.

"Well, not exactly," I told her. "My father left me, and now I have no place to live."

"Is that so? I'm very sorry to hear that. I can't even fathom how some parents could treat their children so horribly. Well…you could stay here, I suppose. This used to be an orphanage, but I bought the place, and I was planning to convert it into something of a bed and breakfast."

"You mean…I can stay here…permanently?"

"Well, at least until you find somewhere else to stay. What's your name, anyway?"

"Willy. What's your name?"

"Winona Jackson. Pleased to meet you, Willy."

And that's how things started. I never did find somewhere else to stay, though; I stayed with Winona until I finished my high school education. While I'm certainly grateful that Winona let me stay at her place for so many years, and she certainly was a kind and generous person, we weren't exactly what you'd call family. She was always wrapped up in her own business, so there was rarely any time for us to bond with each other apart from meal time, but even then, we had to share the space with others staying at the bed and breakfast. Not to mention, I started getting wrapped up completely into the world of candy starting at age sixteen.

Once I turned sixteen, I got a job at the local sweet shop, Rainbow Candy & Sweets. My initial job was to stretch out the taffy on a hook and to cut the taffy into eatable sizes. I quickly rose up in the ranks, though, and soon enough, I was the manager of the store! This caught the attention of a man by the name of Albert Gutermuth. He was a Bavarian chocolatier, and he was apparently so pleased with the way I was running the store and creating sweets that he offered me to move back to Bavaria with him and become his apprentice. Of course, it was always my dream to travel to one of the chocolate capitals of the world, so I couldn't refuse that offer. Once I finished high school, I flew straight over to Bavaria to join Albert.

While in Bavaria for about four years, I learned a lot about all the ins and outs of making confectioneries. More than I did while working at Rainbow, for sure. I also learned a lot more about what it takes to run a business. And another very important thing: I got to make connections with Albert's close friends, who were some of the top minds of the scientific world.

They were working on a top secret project, of which I luckily got to take a sneak peek due to my connection with Albert. They were creating a substance that actually gives a lifelike appearance to inanimate objects. I don't remember exactly what they had originally planned to use the substance for, but one night, I came up with an idea to use their substance to make chocolate appear as a living being. Little chocolate birds, specifically, that could actually hatch from little eggs. I told them about my idea, not quite knowing whether or not it was feasible, but they actually made it happen! The first time I saw that little brown bird hatch from the brown-spotted egg, my heart nearly stopped! It was a surreal moment. It was absolutely amazing. I knew right then and there that I could go places with this little idea of mine.

I wanted to start my own business. I always had, right from the beginning, I just couldn't think of a hook. What could I bring to the table that other chocolatiers couldn't? That's what was holding me back before, but now with the creation of the Chocolate Birds, I finally had something that made me unique.

I decided I would create my business in my hometown of Gumpshire. When I moved back there, though, I realized that Rainbow Candy & Sweets had since closed down. This hurt me a little, since the shop was so vital to the birth of my confectionery career, but I decided that in honor of it, I would build my own store on that same property on Cherry Street.

I knew I wanted to create a new image of myself. A unique image. An image that could essentially be part of the Willy Wonka brand itself. In creating this new image, I started wearing violet contact lens to cover up my natural brown eye color. The color purple has always fascinated me. It's said to be the color of imagination, after all. I also started using an American accent rather than the usual Gumpshire British accent I spoke with before. Then, there was one more aspect to consider: my wardrobe. When I left my father as a kid, one of the few items I took with me in my bag was one of the pictures of my great grandfather in his usual attire. That image had stuck with me for so long that I decided my wardrobe would be based on my great grandfather's. A top hat, a frock coat, a waistcoat, gloves, and a cane would all be essential to my daily outfit.

So, I then opened up the store. I made a deal with Albert's scientist friends for them to supply their substance (which I dubbed the "Essence of Life") to me to create the Chocolate Birds, which I then used to make my Wonka Bars. I soon made a contract with them to become official employees of mine to create new fantastic candies that the world had never created before. These included Never Melting Ice Cream, Everlinger Chewing Gum, Candy Balloons, Cavity-Filling Caramels, and so much more! Of course, I created the ideas; they just found the scientific means to make them a reality.

These absolutely astounding candies, of course, caught the attention of the entire planet, and they all demanded that I build more stores around the world. So, I came up with a plan to open up four more stores around the world—one in New York City, one in San Francisco, one in London, and one in Tokyo. All of them would be larger than the store in Gumpshire. But now with all these stores being constructed around the world, I needed to build a proper chocolate factory so that I could make all the candy there to distribute it to the other stores. Not only that, but people wanted to be able to buy Wonka Bars at any candy store, at any convenience store, in any country in the world. So, by creating a factory, I was killing two hornswogglers with one wingochanga.

When deciding the location for the factory, I had only one place in mind: once again, my hometown of Gumpshire. There was a huge empty lot on the top of the huge hill that is the town, so I bought that property for the location of my factory. But even that wasn't enough space for what I had in mind for my factory, so we ended up making the majority of it underground so I could have all the space I want.

The factory was a perfect place, both for myself and my employees. There are many recreational rooms, such as a gym and a swimming pool; many ingredients, produce, and livestock are grown freshly within the factory; and I made sure that each and every room in the factory was aesthetically pleasing.

My personal scientists continued their work for me in the factory. I continued to apply the Essence of Life they invented to other candy creations such as Sluggles, Whipped Wingers, Nerds, and Square Candies That Look Round.

Their greatest breakthrough was genetically modifying animals so that they produce candy. These include Cotton Candy Sheep, Chocolate Milk Cows, Easter Chickens (which produce Chocolate Easter Eggs), and Golden Geese (which produce Chocolate Golden Eggs). They also genetically engineered new plants that produce candy as well, such as Jelly Beanstalks, Candy Apple Trees, Candy Cornstalks, Sour Puckerooms, and Squishy Sploshberries.

Another noteworthy invention of theirs was the factory's most efficient mode of transportation: the Great Glass Elevator. With the single press of a button, it can go to any room in the entire factory. They also installed a mode where the elevator can launch out of the factory and be controlled by rocket jets, but I have yet to use it.

Yes, things certainly flourished when my factory was open. If it wasn't completely obvious by now, I miss my factory terribly. I miss the security of my factory. I miss its pristine condition. I miss the sweet smell of chocolate and other confectioneries. At this point, though, I don't expect to ever get off this island. Carl is most likely dead by now, and I don't know the first thing about sailing a ship, let alone repairing one. Oh, well. At least the Oompa-Loompas are a pleasant crowd to spend the rest of my life with.

Anyways, back when I still only had that one store on Cherry Street, another candy maker, Freddy Ficklegruber, soon established his own store right across the street from mine, obviously to cash in on the success of my store. The difference being that he sold strictly ice cream. His store wasn't nearly as successful as mine, but that didn't stop other rip-off candy makers to start moving in as well. Petey Prodnose and Sammy Slugworth quickly set up their own shops next to Ficklegruber's; however, both of them sold all sorts of candy, not just ice cream like Ficklegruber. They were never a threat to me, since I knew how much all of them were struggling just to stay in business. That is until after I came back from India.

Once I came back, I was alerted that all the other candy makers in town were starting to sell some of my products! I didn't believe this at first, but I soon saw it for myself. Ficklegruber was selling Never Melting Ice Cream, Prodnose was selling Everlinger Chewing Gum, and Slugworth was selling Candy Balloons! They had sent in spies dressed as normal Wonkateers, and they secretively stole some of the recipes and gave them to the other candy makers.

Although, if I'm being perfectly honest, this was ultimately my fault. I had made the utterly amateur mistake of not patenting my candy inventions, which allowed them to sell the products themselves completely legally. I guess I just had too much faith in the world at that time. I'm just glad none of them stole the recipe for the Essence of Life.

Obviously, with the thieves being spies, it was near impossible for me to know specifically who was a spy and who wasn't, so I ultimately fired all my workers and closed my factory off to the public.

Luckily, the rest of the world didn't approve of these other candy makers stealing my ideas, so they stopped buying candy products from Ficklegruber, Prodnose, and Slugworth, and they have since gone out of business. Well, except for Slugworth—I believe he's still around, making cheap candies that you buy at the dollar store; he's just faded into obscurity.

That was all I told the Oompa-Loompas about my personal life, of course simplified into a way in which they can understand in their language. They enjoyed hearing about my life immensely, and to be quite honest, I enjoyed telling them. Obviously, I enjoyed revisiting my life so much (with the exception of some moments) that I rewrote what I told them in this log. This is, without a doubt, my longest log yet, and it actually took me over the course of two evenings to write it, so I'm quite exhausted now. I'll catch you up later. Until then, Willy Wonka.

A/N: Hey, just a quick note, you may have realized that the part with the Oompa-Loompas placing the beans out in the sun to dry was already in a previous chapter, but I learned more about the chocolate-making process, and apparently, fermenting and drying are two separate processes, so I fixed it so that in that previous chapter, they were fermenting the beans, and now in this chapter, they are drying them.