Wonka

Chapter 12: A World of Our Own

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Willy inserted the key to the empty shop in the door and twisted it, hearing the 'click' that let him know it was unlocked. He opened the door and stepped inside, followed by his friends.

The shop itself had definitely seen better days, with its dusty surfaces and slightly cracked walls and cracking floors, but Willy still looked at it like it was the most incredible thing he had ever seen.

"Now, I know what you're thinking. It may need a little work." Abacus admitted, as they turned on the lights.

"Looks like someone left the water running twenty years ago and the ceiling fell through." Piper noticed. "And the ceiling above that, and the ceiling above that."

"But that means we can afford it." Abacus pointed out. "For a week, anyway."

"And we'd finally be legitimate. The police wouldn't have any excuse to keep bothering us." Lottie added.

"So, what do you think, Willy? Do you like it?" (Y/n) asked, hoping that he did.

Willy looked at her. "Do I like it? It's exactly as I imagined it. No, scratch that, it's batter than I imagined. I mean, look at this place. I mean, yeah, it's a wreck, but...the potential! The bones! You mark my words, this is going to be the best chocolate shop the world has ever seen!" He declared.

"Whoo!" Piper cheered.

"You won't be scrub scrubbin much longer, girls. We'll all be free. Free as flamingos!" Willy promised.

(Y/n) couldn't help it. She ran forward and hugged him, throwing her arms around his neck. Willy hugged her back immediately, hugging her around the waist and lifting her up, and twirling her around.

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Later that night, as they were sneaking back to the Wash House, Willy lifted the cover of a sewer hole and looked around. Seeing the coast was clear, he threw the cover aside and climbed out, everyone else following him.

Unfortunately, the coast was not as clear as he thought. He failed to notice Slugworth, Ficklegruber, Prodnose and the Chief watching them from a window.

"There's seven in total, including the girls. They seem to be the brains of the operation. They're based out of a laundry called Scrubitt and Bleacher." The chief reported.

Slugworth gasped sharply and turned to face the chief. "Scrubitt's?"

"That's right." The chief confirmed. "You know it?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do." Slugworth admitted.

"They just rented a shop. So, legally, I can't touch them. But illegally, I'm happy to do whatever you guys want. You want em all to have a little accident?" The chief asked.

"In which they die?" Prodnose confirmed.

"Not a problem. But it's gonna cost you a lot more chocolate." He bargained.

Slugworth nodded. "It's alright, Chief."

"And also I'd uh, be grateful for an advance. Cause uh, the last boxes you gave me, they're gone." The chief chuckled sheepishly.