Willy Wonka and his Heir

The End?

Willy turned to Atlas, seemingly not realizing that Atlas was the only one left. "Okay, who's left?" He stared at Atlas a few moments, who stared back, feeling exhausted. The worst part was that now he'd have to go back to the ones who made his life hell. "Thank you for the tour Mr. Wonka." Atlas said softly, closing his eyes. "It was a wonderful experience, and I'm glad I got the chance to meet you."

"Yes, I suppose I have to return you, don't I?" Willy said, sounding a little distant. Atlas opened his eyes, and surrounding him were Oompa-Loompas. His mouth dropped open when he saw at what they had transformed his blanket into. Instead of thin and raggedy and dirty, it was now fully cleaned, had been made larger, and it looked distinctly fuzzier then it had before he'd come in. On it was stitched everything that had happened, and in the center of it they had taken apart his original blanket carefully, and re-stitched it to look like him as he smiled, with a sun around his head.

"It's beautiful." Atlas whispered softly. "It is. Even I'm not sure how they made it." Willy said uncertainly, looking at the blanket. The Oompa-Loompas draped the blanket around Atlas, and Atlas immediately felt much warmer then he had been in a very long time. His eyes filled up with tears, and he slowly sat down as he cried as silently as he could. "Why are you crying?" Willy asked. Atlas didn't answer at first, trying to swallow his tears as best he could before he spoke. "A variety of reasons. It'll be proof this wasn't a dream, and the fact that it'll be destroyed as soon as the demons waiting out there for me get their mitts on me." Atlas said sadly.

"What do you mean by that starshine?" Willy asked, alarmed. "My so-called 'family' treats me worse then dirt. If I stay much longer with them, I'm pretty sure I'll die before the age of 25." Atlas explained. "I've come to peace with it though." "Starshine, that's not good!" Willy said worriedly. Atlas shrugged. "There's really nothing I can do about it anymore." "No, there is absolutely something that can be done about this." Willy said firmly, "And besides, the Oompa-Loompas and the squirrels like you. It would be a shame if you died, since you're my heir." Atlas blinked at him. "I'm what?" "You're my heir. You didn't make any dumb decisions, and you didn't disrespect me at all. You were kind to the other contestants, even when they were entitled children." Atlas blinked at him, tears rimming his eyes. He stood up shakily, and walked over to Willy. He shyly held out his hand, and Willy pulled him into a hug. Atlas stiffened, confused, but quickly relaxed into the hug. He buried his face into Willy's chest, and breathed in the scent of chocolate.