"Why would I assume I was killed?? Who would kill me?? And why??" Bestie was frustrated with the atmosphere in the room, accusing her of not being the sharpest tool in the shed.
"Well judging by the place of that wound, whoever killed you really needed a kidney or something."
Unsure if that was supposed to be a joke, we all awkwardly looked at each other. Suddenly I remembered what we saw on our first night here. The article.
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"The swamp?? Why would they go there! Those little shits! I give them a room, I give them food and yet they aren't satisfied? They must be visiting that ogre..." The angry words from a bobbed figure filled the small office. The only other person in there was an unassuming oompa loompa.
Then it seemed that his plan had failed. If it weren't for the stupid recipe he'd be fine. The rumors, wherever they came from, would've stayed just that; rumors. And his factory would be safe. But now it was in danger. Thanks to this one annoying zombie.
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"Do you actually think... Willy Wonka killed me?" Bestie looked at me like I was crazy. Which was probably justified because my allegations were as baseless as the article, but who else would it be except Willy Wonka if she woke up next to this factory? An oompa loompa? Well yes that would also make a lot of sense but that's not how I want to write the story ok so it's Willy Wonka just deal with it.
Then the time came for us to leave. We shouldn't stay here too long in case it became suspicious to our now suspected killer. Shriona led us to the door and through the foggy swamp, after which Ben would lead us to our room.
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As the four left the swamp, looking like three, Shriona couldn't help but wonder, what it was that had made both this body and this mind remain on earth. What unfulfilled purpose did they have here? As she turned around, she realised, and smiled.
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"Ben?" I asked while we were walking. "Did you know this?".
He looked at me, then at Bestie and hestitated. He knew his boss was kind of crazy but not to which extent. So then probably the other oompa loompas wouldn't know either. Maybe this was our chance. To start an oompa loompa uprising against their boss and to take over the factory. To expose Willy Wonka as the deranged killer he truly is!!
The next morning, we would wake up and in the breakfast hall, announce the wrongdoing of the great boss. They would realise, and they would turn their back on their boss and that would be the end. Oh how could we have been more wrong?
The morning came.
"Good morning starshine, the world says hello." It sounded over the intercom. Bestie and I, and ghost Bestie as well probably, looked at eachother and nodded. Ben came to bring us to the breakfast hall. The sound of plastic cutlery and plates clashing filled the room together with the buzzing chatter of a hundre oompa loompas. Was the sound louder than usual? My heightened adreline made me hear even the buzzing of electricity in the lamps above our heads.
"You do it" I bumped Bestie with my elbow, since my hands were both holding onto a platter filled with a breakfast I was too nervous to eat.
"I know you, of course I was gonna do it lmaooooo"
I looked at Bestie, not amused, but she had already made her way onto one of the tables in the breakfast hall.
"Hello? Hello! Can everybody look at me"
The faces of a hundred oompa loompas turned to her. Some stuffed with various kinds of breakfst foods, some halfway through their orange juice.
"I have an announcement to make. Do you all know Willy Wonka?"
Bestie was met with silence as some of the oompa loompas directed their attention back to their breakfast.
"How would you feel if I told you all that your boss. KILLED ME?" With not an ounce of tact or thinking she shouted the allegations. So little tact in fact, that Willy Wonka himself, who was watching from his office of course, wasn't a tiny bit worried anyone would believe her.
Upon hearing this, the oompa loompas turned their heads. "Yo who the actual fuck are you? Can you leave??" it sounded from one of the tables.
"I'm telling the truth! See this scar? He harvested my kidney!!" She turned around to show her scar.
"LEAve!" And then something we didn't expect happened. The oompa loompas started to get up and to walk towards Bestie. And they didn't look friendly. Bestie, startled at the sudden angry mob approaching her, turned around, tripped over a pastry and ran down the long table. Me and Ben waited for her at the end.
"The swamp!" Ben shouted and we followed him, not knowing a better place to go.
<<<imagine a chase scene that I was too lazy to write maybe ill write it later, maybe i wont>>>
"I think we lost them" Ben panted.
"Great"
"So what now?" Bestie followed.
"Well have to look for... ah there she is!" a familiar ogre appeared from the seemingly permanent fog covering the swamp. She was wearing a green dress, making her almost invisible against the mossy colors of the vegetation.
"What's going on?" She looked confused.
We explained everything that had happened and were met with a look of worry.
"We have to leave this place." She frowned.
"What do you think we were trying to do??" Bestie and I both asked. "Sorry that was rude."
"It's ok. I understand." Shriona looked wise and in that moment she almost looked like my mother. "I think I'll be able to get you out..."
"But ?" Bestie inquired.
"I might not be able to come with you."
We didn't have much time, so we started preparing for The Great Escape. Shriona had mentioned a ritual to fuse Bestie and Bestie's ghost together again, and we needed instructions. She gave us a page from her spellbook and told us to take good care of it and read it well when we needed it. She gave Bestie some frogs to eat and she gave me some chocolate. Ben accompanied us as we walked out of the swamp, in the way Shriona had told us. She would stay behind and distract the oompa loompas, however bad a turn her story would take because of it.
In the jungle part of the factory, which touches one of the outside walls of the factories, there was apparently a door to outside, hidden within the thick of the trees and bushes. 2 oompa loompas usually guard it, but Shriona knew how to distract them. She was really mysterious about it, talking about trespassing out of her area as if the swamp was some kind of prison.
We watched from our hiding spot as Shriona proudly, with a straight back and chin held up high, walked out of the swamp. She looked straight into the security cam, challenging whoever was behind it and sure enough, oompa loompas started appearing from the corridors of the factory. From the bushes behind us 2 oompa loompas appeared. We stayed well hidden as they passed us, on their way to the biggest threat; Shriona. As Ben, Bestie and I easily slipped through the back door of the jungle, I caught a glimpse of a cloud of purple glitter and Shriona in the middle, powerful as a sorceress.
