Sweets - Wonka (2023) x Reader

Scrub Scrub

~Third person POV~

   Willy shot out of the basket as he caught his breath. He helped (Y/n) up and removed the sheet from over her head, and moved her hair out of her face. "Ah!' The two quickly looked over at an older greying man sitting at a desk looking at them. "You must be Mr. Wonka and Ms. (L/n)." The two just stared at him. "Who are you?" (Y/n) questioned. "AbacusCrunch, Chartered Accountant. At least, I was. Now I uhm..." 

A slightly heavy woman with dark skin walked out from behind him with a sheet. "He runs the place. And you'd best do as he says or you'll answer to me." She stood in front of the two and took Willy's hand, yanking him out of the basket. "Piper Benz, a plumber by trade." Willy didn't hesitate to turn around and help (Y/n) out of the basket by her waist. She quickly thanked him. "This is Miss Lottie Bell." Crunch gestured to a tall skinny woman in the corner, silently staring at them. "She doesn't talk much," Piper stated. 

A shorter redheaded man approached with a smile. "I'm Larry Chucklesworth." His bowtie spun around. "Comedian." 

"So they got you too, did they?" Willy questioned, looking at the group. "I'm afraid so. Each of us found ourselves in need of a cheap place to stay and neglected to read the small print." Crunch said sadly. "One moment of stupidity followed by endless regret," Piper stated, staring out with a sad look, making the young adult look at her with a frown. 

Larry laughed. "Sounds like my third marriage!" He suddenly stopped laughing. "I'm sorry, I do that a lot." 

"He does," Crunch stated.

"A lot." Piper agreed. 

"I've only been married once and it didn't work out." 

Willy didn't engage in the conversation and looked around the room, dragging (Y/n) with him. "There must be some way out of here." He started up a staircase. "You don't think we've tried? There's bars on the windows, the dog's on the door..." Piper started. 

"And even if you could get out, that contract is watertight." Crunch sighed. 

"If you're not here at roll call, Mrs. Scrubitt'll call the police, they'll bring you right back and she'll charge you a thousand for the inconvenience." A dog suddenly barked through the door, making the (h/c) flinch and Willy to yelp. 

"Alright everyone, back to work. Come on, Mr. Wonka, Ms. (L/n) I'll show you the ropes. You're in here. On suds." Crunch guided the two to the laundry basket they fell into. They walked through a walkway that led them to the copper vats. "Whoa." They muttered.

"First you pick up the apparel then you stick it in a barrelScrub Scrub!" He threw some sheets into the barrel and handed Willy a large handle, showing him with to stir it. 

"Then you take it to the mangle And you turn the giant handle Scrub Scrub!" The other three's voices were heard at the drying station. 

The duo took their coats off and Willy took off his hat to get a better try at stirring. They were sweating from all the steam, but together they were doing well. "Then it's hung up really high until it's nearly dryScrub Scrub!" 

"But when we sing this song the day doesn't seem so long Scrub Scrub!"

"It's still long though.." Chucklesworth muttered.

Willy and (Y/n) continued throughout the day to add more clothes to the barrel and stir it to wash it, their hair slowly growing more messy and their faces more solemn. "Gotta press out all the creases from the dresses and chemises Rub Rub!"

At nighttime, they were all taken back to their rooms by Bleacher and Tiddles. "We all signed the dotted line so we've gotta do our time Scrub Scrub!" Willy and (Y/n) were at the end of the line, the two now standing in a row beside each other, watching the others before looking at each other wearily.