Wonka

Chapter 5: Silver Lining

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Scrubitt and Bleacher closed the doors, which were iron barred gates and locked them. Everyone else stepped inside their room but Willy stayed out in the hall for a moment before slowly entering.

His new room was very small and cramped. The floorboards squeaked, the ceiling leaked and he only had one small light that hing from the ceiling. His bed was small and shoved in the corner and at the end of it was a small sink. The other side of the room just had a small desk and chair, and on the wall opposite the door, there was one small window.

Willy looked out the little window, seeing the lit up glass dome of the Gallery Gourmet. He sadly stared at the place where he had hoped to start making his fortune, but hadn't had much luck.

*knock**knock**knock.*

"Room service." A voice said.

Willy smiled and turned around to see (Y/n) and Noodle standing in the doorway.

(Y/n) gave him a sympathetic look. "I told you to read the small print."

"Slight problem with that." Willy mumbled.

Noodle looked at him. "You can't read, can you?"

"I focused my studies almost exclusively on chocolate. Everything else, I've relied on the kindness of strangers." Willy shrugged.

Noodle gestured to the room. "And look where that's got you. The staff quarters."

"Well, you have a bed." (Y/n) told him.

Willy sat on the bed, but it leaned and the headboard and baseboard tipped over and it collapsed.

"...you had a bed." She corrected.

"You have a desk, and a wash basin/toilet." Noodle listed. "The water comes in two temperatures. Cold, and colder."

"How much do you owe them?" (Y/n) asked.

"Ten thousand." Willy admitted.

"He should count himself lucky. I owe thirty." Noodle said to (Y/n).

"And I owe fifty." (Y/n) reminded her.

"What? How do you two owe them money? I thought they found you down the laundry chute, and I thought Mrs. Scrubitt was your Aunt." Willy pointed out.

"Oh they did."

"She is."

"They took us both in out of the kindness of their hearts, and charged us for the privilege." Noodle examined with sarcasm in her voice.

"What a pair of monsters." Willy muttered.

"The greedy beat the needy every time Mr. Wonka." Noodle stated.

(Y/n) shrugged. "Guess it's just the way of the world."

The two girls exited his room, but Willy called after them. "Oh, come on, that's just your Orphan Syndrome talking."

Noodle and (Y/n) stepped back into the room, looking confused.

"Our what?"

"Orphan Syndrome. And we're not eating sloppy seconds." He decided, picking up the bowl of 'food' and dumping it in a bucket.

(Y/n) watched him curiously as he set his briefcase down on the desk. "What are you doing?"

He gave her a smirk. "I'm making chocolate o' course. How do you like it? Dark? White? Nutty? Absolutely insane?"