A/N: Hey, here's the second chapter;

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Story Night

Toffee walked out of the sleazy cafe that she worked at, heard the door slam closed behind her, then pulled the collar of her coat closer to her face to shield from the bitter cold.

She stumbled through the deep snow in her tattered sneakers, crossing the street in front of the looming iron gates of Wonka's factory.

Even in the falling snow, she paused for a second in front of the gates, and inhaled slowly through her nose. The smell of melted chocolate filled the air in front of the gates to the factory, and even though she couldn't hope to see inside that marvelous factory again, it still lifted her spirits a minute bit.

Her ungloved fingers brushed the small amount of change she had earned in tips that day, and she sighed sadly. She lowered her head, and trudged through the streets to her home.

After a few long, silent moments with nothing but her shivers and the sound of her feet crunching through the snow, she exited the city, and trudged towards a lonely, dilapidated house surrounded by a rickety fence. The old house groaned and protested as she swung open the door, and walked inside.

The Bucket family; comprised of Mr. and Mrs. Bucket, Grandpa Joe and Grandma Josephine, Grandpa George and Grandma Georgina, and of course Charlie; greeted Toffee as she smiled and hung away her coat and scarf. She waited until the rest of the family had turned away to recieve their bowls of soup to pull out the small tip she had recieved, and subtlely drop them into the jar on the kitchen table.

The large family gathered around the grandparents' bed to eat, and listen to various stories from either Charlie or Toffee.

But Charlie would always beg for Toffee to tell one of her famous tales of her time at Wonka's factory.

Although those memories were sometimes painful, she couldn't resist her younger brother.

Tonight, Charlie was begging for his favorite story; about the time when Willy saved her from drowning in the chocolate river.

Toffee put away her bowl when she was done, and settled herself in her storytelling position.

The entire family had heard the stories multiple times, but for the short time the story lasted, the family could forget their problems, and immerse themselves in Toffee's world.

She began; "That day, Mr. Wonka asked me to accompany him on a trip to the Inventing Room. I gladly agreed, because I rarely got to see the inside of many of his rooms."

We entered the Chocolate Room, a marvelous room with edible grass, candy trees, and, possibly the best of all, a long chocolate river that wound through the entire thing!"

The family sighed at this beautiful image, Charlie most all. He was only 10, after all.

Toffee paused, then continued; "I asked Mr. Wonka how we were going to get to the Inventing Room from our current location, and he smiled that odd smile of his, and said, 'All in good time.' We walked right to the side of the river. I had worked for Mr. Wonka for quite some time, and I expected some miraculous thing to happen, such as a secret entrance to come rising from the river. But what really happened was far more stunning."

She paused, then continued, "Mr. Wonka directed my gaze to farther along the river, and what I saw took my breath away!"

She paused for dramatic emphasis, and even though Charlie had heard the story a dozen times, he looked up at Toffee with wide eyes, and said, "What was it?"

Toffee smiled, and said, "Sailing on the chocolate river was a breathtaking Viking-style boat carved out of an enormous pink sweet!"

The family gasped, as if they could see the magnificent boat floating right before their eyes. Toffee smiled, then continued.

"I gasped, and Mr. Wonka hailed the boat to the river bank. He smiled, and helped me into the top section of the boat that overlooked the rowers. I sat down, and Mr. Wonka sat next to me. He called to the rowers, 'Onward!' and we started to sail towards a dark tunnel that I had never noticed before."

I asked Mr. Wonka if we were susposed to be heading towards the tunnel, and he said, 'It's the only way to get there.' He called to the rowers, 'Full speed ahead!' and we sailed a little faster towards the tunnel."

Mr. Wonka saw how close I was sitting to the edge of the boat, and he started to say, 'I wouldn't sit so close to the side if I were you.' but he was cut offwhen the river seemed to drop out from underneath the boat!"

Charlie sat intently listening, as if he were in the boat with her. Toffee continued on, her voice growing louder and louder.

"We were plunged into complete darkness as the rowers kept rowing, faster and faster until one violent jerk flew me right out of the Boat, right into the river!"

The current pulled me along while I sputtered and choked and tried to swim, and while I could keep my head above the river, I screamed desperately for help! A wave of chocolate rushed into my mouth while I screamed, and I sputtered and choked, still crying for help, until I heard another splash!"

When I could see, I saw that Mr. Wonka had jumped out of the boat to save me! He grabbed me around the awist, and guided me towards the dock for one of the rooms, which was thankfully nearby."

The family sighed in relief as Toffee lowered her voice to finish the story.

"I coughed up chocolate onto the floor, and tripped over my own feet a dozen times, I was so embarrassed. I must have apologized two-thousand times, but Wil- Mr. Wonka just took me to a room where I could change. After that, Mr. Wonka and I were close friends."

She finished her story with a small smile. Mrs. Bucket was the first to stand up, and say, "Alright, it's time for all of us to go to bed."

Charlie kissed every-one on the cheek, stopping for a hug from Toffee, then climbed up into his loft.

Toffee stayed behind to clean up in the kitchen. After all eight bowls and spoons had been cleaned and put away, Mrs. Bucket kissed Toffee good-night, and laid down on the mattress on the floor that she shared with Mr. Bucket.

Toffee walked over to the singular lamp they had in the kitchen, and once everyone was tucked in, she switched it off, and walked through the dark house to the dirty window near the front door.

She laid down on the floor in front of it, and gathered the tattered quilt she had lying there close around her.

She gazed out the window, and shivered herself to sleep.

A/N: Soooooo... did you like the second chapter? Please review with your thoughts. (I do read them.) :)