Weird Vibes (A Willy Wonka X Reader Story)

Chapter 21: Hatred and Admiration

Continuation of the last chapter...

Y/n's POV

Willy and I sat down on the grass in the chocolate room. I was worried about getting my pants sticky but that didn't matter today. I just wanted to relax.

I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, resting my chin on top of my knees. The splashing of the chocolate fountain and the Buckets chatting could be heard faintly. I lowered my head and hid my face in my arms.

"I'm exhausted..." I thought, letting out an audible sigh.

"Y/n? Are you alright?" Willy asked, and I turned my head to look at him. He was sitting with both of his legs straight out in front of him, using his two arms to support him. His cane lay in the grass next to him. I let out a soft smile and closed my eyes.

"Yes. I'm fine." I assured him. The softness of my voice surprised me.

"...That's good," he said softly.

We stayed like this for a bit before Willy spoke up.

"Say, have you ever hated me?" He asked.

I opened my eyes and raised my head, looking at him with confusion. "Why so sudden?"

He looked away. "For firing your grandpa, I mean."

I rested my chin back on top of my knees and lowered my gaze. "It wasn't hate, it's more like..."

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Third-person POV

In just three years, the profit Willy Wonka amassed from his candies was enough to build a factory that was fifty times as big as any other.

Y/n, a freshman in college, was just on her way back home after a discussion with Professor Murray. She saw the huge crowd and stopped to see what was happening.

"Ah... today's the grand opening of the factory, is it?" She thought to herself, looking up at the factory.

"Mr. Wonka! How are you able to build such a huge factory at the age of 21?!" A reported shouted, and it caught Y/n's attention.

"21...? Willy Wonka's only 21, and he already owns a factory like this."

Y/n stood in the middle of the street, quietly looking up at the factory. She couldn't see the chocolatier, not that she knows what he looked like (she forgot). Her grip on the handle of her bag tightened. She lowered her head and stepped away from the crowd.

"Am I doing anything right? Will any of these studies get me anywhere?"

She was experiencing a rush of different emotions. Envy, self-doubt, and admiration...

A few months later...

It has been a few days since Grandpa Joe was fired from the factory. Well, not only him, but every single one of the workers was fired from the factory. It turns out that there were spies inside the factory that stole Willy Wonka's secret recipes.

Y/n was chatting with the Buckets at their house when Charlie, who was only 6, grabbed a hold of her sleeve and tugged on it, catching her attention.

"Y/n! Y/n! Let's go to the factory! I wanna see it!" Charlie shouted excitedly, tugging harder at Y/n's sleeve.

"Charlie, what do you say when you ask someone to do something?" Y/n asked him with a stern voice.

Charlie lowered his head. "Sorry..." Charlie apologized, before looking back up at Y/n again. "Can we go see the factory, please?"