The Wonka-Vision room plunged into darkness, the only light filtering through the observation window, casting an eerie glow on the terrified faces of Willy and Y/N. Timothee Chalamet, his voice laced with manic glee, stepped fully into the room. The oversized Oompa Loompa hood did little to conceal the glint of madness in his eyes.
"Now, now," Timothee cooed, a sickly sweet smile stretching across his face. "Let's not be hasty. I just want to… chat."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a strange, silver object. It looked like a futuristic ray gun, adorned with a miniature golden statuette of himself holding an Oscar. A shiver ran down Y/N's spine.
"Behold!" Timothee declared, his voice dripping with theatricality. "The Chalamet-inator! Designed to dispense… well, let's just say a little reality check."
Before they could react, a blinding blue light erupted from the Chalamet-inator. Timothee cackled as he fired, the beam missing Y/N by a hair and scorching a hole in the Wonka-Vision screen.
Panic surged through Y/N. This wasn't a delusional actor anymore; this was a dangerous man armed with a weapon they didn't understand. Willy, his face etched with worry, grabbed Y/N's hand and pulled him towards a hidden escape hatch.
They scrambled through a network of dusty tunnels, the faint scent of chocolate replaced by the stale air of disuse. The rhythmic thrum of Timothee's footsteps echoed behind them, punctuated by the occasional crackle of the Chalamet-inator.
Suddenly, the tunnel opened into a vast, cavernous space. In the center stood a colossal contraption – a swirling vortex of chocolate surrounded by a dizzying array of buttons and levers. It was the Factory's Central Mixing Vat, the heart of the entire candy-making operation.
With a desperate gasp, Y/N realized they were trapped. Willy, ever resourceful, spotted a rusty ladder leading to a catwalk high above the vat.
"Up there!" he shouted, ushering Y/N towards the ladder.
They scrambled up just as Timothee burst into the room, his manic grin widening. He raised the Chalamet-inator, aiming it directly at them.
"Nowhere to run, Wonka!" he roared. "This ends now!"
Willy lunged forward, knocking the Chalamet-inator off course. The shot went wild, searing a hole in the catwalk railing just inches from Y/N's foot.
Fear clawed at Y/N's throat. They were cornered, hopelessly outmatched. Timothee, fueled by his twisted obsession, was a madman with a weapon, and they were mere targets.
With a feral snarl, Timothee raised the Chalamet-inator again, this time taking careful aim. A guttural scream tore from Y/N's throat as he saw the blue light flash directly at him.
The world seemed to slow down. He felt a searing pain erupt in his lower back, a sickening thud echoing through the cavernous space.
Y/N looked down in horror. A plume of smoke rose from his… his BBL. A dark stain spread across the candy-coated fabric of his pants.
He crumpled to the catwalk, a whimper escaping his lips. Willy let out a roar of anguish, his face contorted in a mask of terror and despair.
Timothee, a triumphant glint in his eyes, approached Y/N, the Chalamet-inator still smoking in his hand.
"Looks like your little… enhancement… wasn't enough to save you, Y/N," Timothee taunted, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction.
Y/N lay there, his vision blurring, the pain in his BBL a white-hot agony. Was this it? Was this how their love story, born amidst candy and chaos, was going to end?
As Timothee raised his foot, seemingly about to deliver the final blow, a deafening alarm blared throughout the factory. Red lights strobed, casting an ominous glow on the scene.
"Intruder alert!" a robotic voice boomed through the speakers. "Intruder alert! Security measures initiated!"
Timothee froze, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his manic facade. He glanced at the approaching security robots, their mechanical limbs whirring ominously.
With a final, hateful glare at the stricken couple, Timothee turned and sprinted towards a hidden hatch, disappearing into the labyrinthine tunnels of the factory.
Willy cradled Y/N's head in his lap, his voice thick with panic. "Don't you dare close your eyes, Pookie! Stay with me."
Y/N, his vision blurring at the edges, felt a cold sweat prickle his skin. The pain in his BBL was a dull roar, a constant reminder of Timothee's cruelty. He tried to speak, to reassure Willy, but all that came out was a weak groan.
A robotic whirring echoed through the room, growing louder. Willy glanced up, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes. The security robots, somehow reactivated, were approaching Timothee, their metallic limbs glinting under the red strobes.
But before they could reach him, Timothee raised the Chalamet-inator, a final, desperate glint in his eyes. A blinding blue light erupted, striking one of the robots in the chest. It shuddered, then crumpled to the ground.
Timothee cackled, a sound that sent shivers down Willy's spine. He aimed the Chalamet-inator again, this time directly at the remaining robot.
"Get away from him!" Willy roared, a primal surge of protectiveness coursing through him. He squeezed Y/N's hand, desperate to offer some comfort, some solace in the face of the impending blast.
The blue light pulsed, ready to fire. Y/N squeezed his eyes shut, a silent prayer escaping his lips. Would this be it? Would their love story, born in a world of chocolate and wonder, end here, in this cavernous space, cut short by a madman and a malfunctioning ray gun?
A deafening BANG echoed through the room.
But it wasn't the sound of the Chalamet-inator firing. It was something else entirely. A sound that made Willy freeze, his heart hammering against his ribs.
He slowly opened his eyes, a wave of nausea washing over him. The scene before him defied explanation...
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Chocolate, Candy and Curves
Fanfictiona bbl love story y/n has made the decision to sell themself to Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, however.. Wonka seems a little different...
