No one ever leaves the factory

Chapter 2

You awoke with a terrible headache, not knowing where you were. You remembered trying to save Mike from getting teleported and turning tiny. Then there were no more memories.
Looking around, you found yourself laying in a rather comfortable bed with velvet, red bedsheets. The room you were in was pretty big. It was bigger than your apartment, but it also lacked furniture. There was only a black leather couch standing on a purple carpet and a closet next to your bed. What you also noticed was a bathroom connected to your room that seemed to have the same interior style.
You were more than confused, but something told you that you knew the guy who made this room. He was a chocolatier.

The sound of the door opening startled you. Standing there, was a tiny man with dark skin and black hair, wearing a white latex body. An Oompa Loompa. Yup... no doubt you were still in the factory.
"You hit your head." The small man explained. "You were unconscious for the rest of the day, and the boss told us to give you a room. I'm going to inform him that you are awake."
The Oompa Loompa approached your bed, giving you a glass of water and nodding at you before he left again.

You sat there and took a sip of the water, confused about what had happened. Why didn't Wonka call an Ambulance or take you home to let you rest there?
It didn't take long before the door opened once more, and Mr. Wonka came in. He was wearing a colorful mustered shirt, black pants, and, of course, his top hat and boots with heels. Far more interesting was what he had in his hands. About ten bars of Wonka chocolate and a Bouquet of roses of all colors. Before you could say anything, he was at your bed, letting everything he carried fall onto your blanket-covered legs.

"Uh, I didn't know what kind of chocolate you liked, so I brought every single sort! We have white chocolate, milk chocolate, and dark chocolate, and of course they come with different fillings like caramel, nuts, peanut butter, and cream – and if you want anything else, you just have to say so, alrighty?" Willy Wonka explained enthusiastically before taking a break to catch his breath and thinking about what he was going to say next.
"I also didn't know if you preferred other candy, so I asked my Oompa Loompas to bring you some of those too, hah~" He gestured to a few Oompa Loompas bringing a bag full of all kinds of other candy. You wanted to express your confusion, but at the look of pure joy and pride he gave you, it was hard to say anything.
"Thank you." You mumbled, unable to hide your blushing. He was being so nice to you, and it was adorable.

Without answering you, he kept talking about the things he brought. "Uhm... Oh, I also brought you these roses, but again, I didn't know which color you liked the most, so I just brought them all, hehehe~!" He leaned forward, looking at you expectantly.
At this point, you felt deeply confused, even more than before. It was nice, but also creepy. Your rational mind told you to call the police and get out of this factory. Your heart, though, was beating wildly at these friendly actions and his adorable way of talking. "Mr. Wonka-"
-"Yah?–"
"I am confused. Where is my brother, and does my family know I'm here?"
The chocolatier giggled. "Don't make such a sad face, sweetie! Mr. Wonka has taken care of everything! Your brother is unharmed and now on his way home, and I told your dad that you were staying a little longer and can go home when you are ready."
-"So, I can go home today?"
Again, Mr. Wonka gave you an amused smile. "Oh, my dear, of course you can't! A precious thing like you...I can't just let you go home with all those creepy creeps around! No, no, no—you'll stay here in the factory with me where I can keep you safe!"

You were in utter shock and disbelief. "But-"
"Nothing, dearie. Now, please do tell me what kind of candy you prefer, so I can get you more of it!" Willy Wonka took your hand in his. His touch was so soft and loving as he stroked your skin.
"I-" You stammered, staring down at his hands. "It doesn't work like this! I can't just move into your chocolate factory and give up everything!"
-"But why not?"
You laughed at the question, thinking he was making a joke. But he definitely wasn't, as he looked at you with innocent eyes and smiled, waiting for an answer.
"Because I have to complete university, because I need to earn money later. I have to do something with my life!"
-"Yah! Just stay here, and you don't have to do a boring job. I can give you and buy you anything you want!"
"I... I have a family. They'll get worried!"
-"Ew... They are not important. I can give you all the love you need!"
"... I need personal space."
"This is your room! No one will disturb you here if you don't want company!" Wonka answered, his eyes getting bigger and his voice turning into a plea. "You'll be so happy with me and my beloved Oompa Loompas! I'm so excited!" He looked deep into your eyes, not seeming to understand why you were upset. You turned quiet.

He seemed to interpret your silence as something positive and started talking again. "I still have so much to do today, but I promise you that I'll be back at exactly 9 pm! "Oh, and please do tell me what candy I should bring you, okay?"
You just groaned. "Ugh, fine. Some more milk chocolate with caramel, please."
Willy Wonka lost his smile at your annoyed tone, staring at you, confused and sad. "Ohw, okay, I... I will make sure of that." His eyes lost their gleam before he turned around and closed the door again, leaving you alone.