No one ever leaves the factory

Chapter 1

Your little brother has always gotten on your nerves since he was born. He used to cry a lot and always had a serious anger problem. On this day, when he was going to visit the chocolate factory, you really thought he would be raised well enough to behave. But you had been wrong, of course.
It was planned for your father to take Mike to the factory, but he had to cancel due to illness. You lived closer to the factory anyway, as you had moved away from home a year ago to start studying at a university. So, you were the one who had taken Mike on the tour, and your father would follow you and pick him up when you would be done.
Anyway, Mike acted impolite and bitchy on the entire tour, and you were fed up with this kid.
"Candy is a waste of time." The boy grumbled. You rolled your eyes. "Mike. Cut it, you dork!" You hissed, taking a look at Mr. Wonka, hoping he wouldn't be too badly insulted. Knowing what happened to the others, even though they were somewhat responsible for their fate, you really didn't want your little brother to get into trouble.

When looking at the chocolatier you noticed that his face wasn't angry at all. There was a look of pure shock and hurt on his face as he stood in the elevator, not moving a muscle and staring into the void. He had done that before, which was creepy all the other times, but now it was heartbreaking. What had he been through?
"Mr. Wonka?" You asked softly. No reaction. "Mr. Wonka? Are you alright?" You asked in a louder tone, which seemed to take him back to reality. He looked down at his feet, breathing slightly faster. Out of pure instinct, you placed a hand on his shoulder.
He twitched, looking at you with utter shock, eyes wide open. He looked confused and lost in thoughts, keeping eye contact all the time. It was weird. He was weird, but this time he was extra weird. You felt creeped out and quickly retracted your hand.
"What? Oh, yah I'm... fine..." He mumbled and put on a smile, which you could tell was fake.
-"I wanna pick a room!" Said Mike, turning to Mr. Wonka.
The man's mouth twisted into a wide smile, and his eyes sparkled with... joy? "Go ahead~" He grinned at the boy. Your heart sank. Wonkas grin was not a good sign. He couldn't possibly like your brother or be happy to let him pick a room because he wanted to show him more of the factory. He wanted to hurt him.
Mike picked the "Television room". No surprise, really.

"Here. Put these on quick, and don't take them off whatever you do." Willy Wonka walked towards a box on the wall filled with glasses. One thing was weird, though... he had not been obliging at all on the tour. Yet, this time he handed you a pair of glasses first before taking one himself and putting them on. "This light could burn your eyeballs right out of your skulls. And we certainly don't want that, now, do we?" He grinned at Mike as he said that. You gulped.
"This is the testing room for my very latest and greatest invention: Television Chocolate!" He explained proudly. "One day it occurred to me: Hey, if television can break up a photograph into millions and millions of tiny little pieces and send it whizzing through the air, then reassemble it on the other end, why can't I do the same thing with chocolate? Why can't I send a real bar of chocolate through the television, all ready to be eaten?"
Maybe Mr. Wonka was a maniac, but the way he was so passionate about his work was fascinating. You looked at him with wide eyes. "That sounds impossible and yet so fascinating!"
Mike scoffed. "No, it is impossible. You don't understand anything about science, and my sister here is too dumb to see that. First off, there's a difference between-
-"Mumbler!" Wonka almost yelled at Mike, stepping between you and him. His voice echoed in the room, leaving everyone quiet. The smile returned to his face, but it was now lighter and seemed more genuine. "Seriously. I cannot understand a single word you're saying." He said quietly. "I did hear you talking badly about your big sister though. Mr. Wonka doesn't like that at all."
Mike stayed unimpressed, but that got him to shut up for a moment. You looked at the chocolatier in surprise that he would ever defend even a single person. He seemed to hate everyone in here, except maybe for the old man and his grandson. What on earth had changed his mind about you? You were weirded out, yet somehow touched. You wanted to say something, but Wonka's "Okey-Dokey." Cut you off.
(No don't worry I'm not going to repeat the entire scene. So here we go)
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"Let's see if your sister is braver." Said Wonka. "You take it!" He turned to you.
Even if you hated Mike, you were skeptical about taking a bar of chocolate out of a screen. You reached out, but your hand stopped in front of the screen, unsure if this would be working. There was a barrier in your head. It wasn't possible, it just wasn't.
"Come on, just reach in. I'll show you~" Wonka gently grabbed your wrist and led your hand into the screen very slowly. It made a light buzzing sound as your arms entered, and a gasp escaped your mouth. And there was something else taking your attention. Mr. Wonka, being right behind you, pressed his body against your back only slightly, but it was noticeable. His gloved hand slid across your wrist to stroke your hand as you grabbed the chocolate bar.
"Good, good..." He whispered excitedly, guiding your hand back out of the screen. You were blushing at the brief contact, so the chocolate was a welcoming object to stare at to hide your red face. Of course, the chocolatier would not stop staring at you with a familiar, proud grin. "Eat it." He encouraged. "Go on, it'll be delicious! It's the same bar, it's just gotten a little smaller on the journey, that's all."
You unpacked the chocolate bar and took a bite. No doubt, it was delicious, and you knew that he wanted to hear that from you. "Mhmm~ It really is delicious!" You confirmed.

Willy Wonka's grin widened, and he seemed more excited than ever before. "Then it's all yours!"
-"Thank you." You smiled back at him. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all and was just socially awkward? He was quite nice now...
Again, Mike interrupted your thoughts. "And could you also send people?"
Genuinely confused, Wonka tilted his head. "Well, why would I wanna send a person? They don't taste very good at all."
Your brother seemed upset. "Don't you realize what you've invented?! It's a teleporter! It's the most important invention in the history of the world. And all you think about is chocolate-"
"Mike." You said sternly. "Can you shut up for a moment? I don't think you have the right to-"
"And you are even worse, believing that nonsense. You think he's a genius, but he's an idiot! But I'm not." Mike said before running towards the teleporter. Your worst fear had come true. Didn't Mike see how small the bar of chocolate got? Teleporter or not, it was not ready to be used by humans.
"Mike!" You yelled, running after him, though you knew it was too late. You hated him, yes, but he was still your little brother. He jumped on the teleporter and pressed the starter button with his foot, causing the platform to slowly go up. Having no other choice, you jumped on the platform as well, trying to pull your brother away, who stood still. "Back off! I'm not moving." Mike hissed, pushing you away. You tried again, but you already felt something lift you off the ground. You screamed, trying to get down but failing, while Mike was just smiling.
"Stop it, immediately!" You heard Wonka's voice and the sound of his heels on the ground as he hurried towards the platform. The Oompa Loompas were prepared and pushed a button to shut the machine down. The next thing you felt was a thump as you landed on the ground and hit your head.