Finally, I had found it. The factory. It was windy and foggy, but I could recognize it right away. The smell of the rich, frothy chocolate overwhelmed me. My cheeks were starting to sting from the bone-chilling wind.
Wait. Why was there not a single person in sight? Was I in the right place? I shrugged and kept walking, fighting the icy weather. I was getting closer and closer. I couldn't let these freezing winds or the slick ice on the road stop me.
After what felt like hours, I found myself standing in front of the doors. Finally, I had the chance to make things better. Hm. Why weren't there any oompa loompas around? I shrugged it off, made a fist, and pounded it on the door, waiting for someone, anyone, to answer.
That's when I heard a familiar voice, coming from somewhere outside. One I hadn't heard in many years.
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Dilly
أدب الهواةWhen Willy Wonka thinks his factory will go under, an unexpected hero comes with good advice, who Willy catches feelings for. Duke if ur reading this just know that I tried to make this fanfic not too sexual but I also included some spicy romance ob...
