Sweets - Wonka (2023) x Reader

He Came Back

~Third Person POV~

"My my, what a lot of long faces we have this morning. It's almost like you lot had a sneaky plan to wriggle out of your contracts --which spectacularly backfired." The crew slowly walked into the main room of Mrs. Scrubitt's place. Everyone seemed unhappy, but the (h/c) seemed to be having it worse. She didn't sleep at all when she couldn't find Willy in their room the night before.

Everyone shared a nervous look.

"Oh, I know everything that goes on in my Wash House. Well, I got some good news for you, not that you deserve it." Mrs. Scrubitt looked down the line of the crew. "Your friend Mr. Wonka done a deal with the cartel." (Y/n)'s face turned into one of heartbreak. "What?.." She questioned, her voice cracking. "Gave up his dream to settle your accounts. Mr Crunch?" 

"Here?" Crunch said, taking a step towards the woman. The woman pulled out a bundle of money placed it on the counter and stamped his ticket. "You're free to go." The older man stood frozen in surprise. 

"Scram, bookworm!" Bleacher shouted.

Crunch quickly grabbed his ticket and left the building. 

"Bell? Get out of it." 

The quiet woman quickly grabbed her ticket.

"Benz."

"You don't gotta tell me twice." Piper grabbed the small paper. 

"Chucklesworth?" 

The comedian quickly grabs his paper and leaves. "You've been a terrible audience, goodnight!" 

"Yeah, well you ain't been much of a comedian, mate." Mrs. Scrubitt sneered.

Before Chucklesworth could walk through the doorway, Bleacher blocked it. "Hey, Larry. Keep going. You've got something." The redhead just stared at him. "You scare me." He walks past the man.

Mrs. Scrubitt looked at the two girls. "And finally, Noodle and Ms. (L/n). Biggest pile of the lot. But this isn't to pay your bills. This is to keep you here." 

The teenager looked over at the young adult fearfully. "What?!"

Bleacher locked the door back, trapping the two in the building again. 

"Mr Slugworth doesn't think nasty little urchins like you should be out on the streets, lowering the tone. So he paid me this money to keep you two down in the Wash House for good. And I'm only too happy to oblige." The two immediately stormed up to her.

"You can't do this!" The (H/c) shouted, furious.

"I hate you!" Noodle exclaimed, equally as angry.

Noodle quickly tried to climb across the counter but Bleacher grabbed her. "Let go!" (Y/n) demanded. The man just grabbed the young adult by her collar, lifting her up too. 

"Look at them go, Lord Bleachowitz."

The girls glared at the woman. "Lord Bleachowitz? You don't still think he's a lord, do you?" (Y/n) questioned with a taunting smirk. Mrs. Scrubitt's smile dropped. "What?" 

"We made it up, you stupid old hag!" Noodle shouted.

"She's lying! I am a lord!" Bleacher quickly lied, lifting the two girls away. Mrs. Scrubitt's face was covered with rage. "Right! That's it! You're going in the coop, girls!" She shouted, storming towards the women and grabbing them by their shirts, dragging them behind her. She paused and pointed at Bleacher. "And take them dungarees off, you...you peasant!"

"But... Puffy-wuff! I wuv oo." (Y/n)'s face turned to one of disgust at the man's reply before the older woman dragged her and Noodle away again. 

  The two were thrown into a chicken coop before the door was slammed shut. The girls were left alone in the silent and dark room. (Y/n) sat against the wall with Noodle scooting into her side. A small tear fell down the (h/c)'s cheek. Not only has Willy left her, but made an agreement with the cartel of all people.