Sweet like chocolate - Willy Wonka x Reader 2023

Sweet Tooth

The evening is cold. I look around as I wait for Noodle, everything is quiet. I hear some birds chirp very far away. I hear steps. I turn around in their direction. Noodle waves at me.

"Good day, Y/N. Ready for our absolutely insane wonderful break out plan?" She flashes me a quick smile before going back to her serious form. I sent her a letter yesterday after she left, telling her my idea of a break out. We can say we have something planed.

"I sure am. Where's Wonka right now?" I asked in order to know the moment I need to act.

"He is waiting for my signal, he will jump in the cart when Mrs. Scrubitt isn't looking. We planted a story on her, that Bleacher is a noble from somewhere, she will probably fall for it."

I laugh at the idea of Bleacher actually being something to Scrubitt. This two really deserve each other. To be honest I kinda pity him. Normally, just this would be enough to distract her, but since I need to be around we had to find another excuse. That's why I am going in.

"Okay, my cue to go inside then." I say, handing my bag to her. "Be careful"

I take a look at the front of the boarding house, this place is falling to pieces. I can hear voices from the inside. I slowly open the door, trying to keep the bell from ringing. I fail miserably in the process.

Mrs. Scrubitt was engaged in a conversation with Bleacher about how was the Norway or something, but she froze as soon as the bell made it's sound and turned to me at the speed of a lightning. I gave her my best smile. She didn't return it.

"You. You little sh*t. How dare you put your filthy feet inside my precious hotel?" Jeez, the woman is fuming. Although I kind of deserve it.

"I came to apologize. I realized that telling your clients you work based on slavery wasn't fair. Even though this is exactly what you do." I force a puppy face and honestly? I don't think she's falling for it.

"Listen here, they signed a contract. There's nothing illegal about it. Now GET OUT OF MY HOTEL BEFORE I CALL THE COPS" By the time she starts yelling I am already getting out. I hope that was enough time for the Noonka team.

I search for my girl around and spot her next to a long coat and top hat. I approach them making sure Mrs. Scrubbit or Bleacher aren't following me.

"So it worked uh?" I concluded, waving at the man.

"Of course, it worked, we are the best team around here" Noodle said, helping Willy get out of the cart. He looked at me and was about to say something when he suddenly decided to keep quiet, and just smiled.

"Look, I brought you some hoverchocs, Y/N. You said you didn't try them." He told me while taking of the jar from his pocket.

I did not think he would remember that.

But as soon as he took the jar out, both of our faces fell. It was empty. He stared for a moment into the emptiness, and clenched his jaw.

"He stole it again. I've been robbed every month for the past four years or so." He was deep in thought. Me and Noodle exchanged a look.

"Who stole it?" "The orange man with green hair, of course" "Of course? You expect us to believe it?"

He glanced at me like I was the one being insane. Noodle didn't seem to believe it either.

"So, you are saying a green man with orange hair-" "Orange man with green hair, yes" "-stole all your chocolate for 4 years?" "Yes...you don't believe me, do you?" "No"

Why is he looking at me like that? He is staring right into my soul as if looking for something I'm not telling him.

"You make me mad, you know that? But in a good way" He finally said, and honestly I was speechless.

"Right, lovebirds. But bringing you back to reality, we have no chocolates to sell and a nutty man babbling about an orange man." Noodle hit us with her words, she was right tho.

Wonka put the jar back in his coat and stretching from one side to another said:

"It's a good thing we don't have to sell chocolate today..."

"Why not?"

"My storage of ingredients is running low, I need milk"

Noodle turned around to the house on our side and took a bottle of milk of the door. "That's easy" She handed him the bottle. Willy looked somewhat shocked. He grabbed the bottle.

"First, that's stealing. Second, the milk I use is no ordinary, it need to be giraffe milk"

This guy's got to be kidding me.

"I don't think you can buy that at a supermarket, can you?" I asked.

"No, I have to milk it. Do you have any zoos around?"

I looked at Noodle and she was just as incredulous as I was.

"Alright, you and Noodle find a way to break into the zoo. I have something to do first, but I'll meet you there after, okay?"

"May I ask what?" Willy eyed me expecting an answer.

In fact, I wanted to go back to my store to check if the package I received earlier this morning, mysteriously, was filled with regular chocolate or were in reality hoverchocs...Willy's hoverchocs.

"I don't remember if I locked my store" Not now.

"Do you have a store? When did I lost that?"

He grabbed by my shoulder and started shaking me while babbling about how could I not have told him. Noodle separated us and started dragging Willy with her towards the zoo.

"We will see you later, Y/N" She waved. "Hey, I wasn't finis-" She smacked Willy in the arm.

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They are hoverchocs.

How? Why?

Ever since this man showed up here, strange things have been happening. First the letter with the pin, and now his chocolate jar that he claims was stolen. What if he let here for me and was just making a show? But he sounded too mad for a show.

That's when it hit me. The pin. I remember where I saw it before apart from the dentist. The boy. It was in his backpack.

When I was a kid, I used to go to work with my uncle at the local museum. One day, as we were about to close the place, a boy came in. He had this braces, the most ugly ones I've ever seen, and a big metal structure around his entire head. He went straight to the Flags of the World session. He spent quite sometime there, until my uncle said he had to leave.

I remember I got to talk to him. He told me all about his wish to travel the world on the most renomated chocolate countries and about the first candy he tried. That's when I told him he should visit Galeries Gourmet.

I remember the emblem on his backpack, the same one that was on the golden pin. The complicated W.

I never saw that boy in the city again. I even asked my uncle about it but he said he didn't know about it. I never got his name.

Until now.