You take what is probably your last breath, and close your eyes. The chocolate engulfs your body, and the sound of rushing liquid ceases. For a moment, the world seems to be entirely cloaked in a deafening veil of silence.
You were positive that your brain would go wild the moments before your demise, but instead, your mind ran empty. Your entire being went numb and still, except your throat which ached for breath. Your eyes were closed and yet your head was spinning as you made contact with the ceiling. Your body bounced with the buoyant force like a dead fish, hitting the ceiling with a second clank as if the world needed to throw one last jab at you. All you could do was squeeze Willy's hand in the darkness, his touch the last thing left to ground you to reality...
The villainous chocolatiers leave, laughing together as they eat Willy's last chocolates and throw the jar into the bin, leaving nothing but one truffle behind.
~•~
Father Julius sat in the elevator, smiling to himself as he forgave his own sins, "Honestly, Julius, you mustn't let yourself get worked up. It's just a bit of chocolate," he reasoned before the elevator doors clicked open to reveal an angered orange man with the empty jar in hand.
"Correction," said Lofty, "It was actually my chocolate." He proceeded to throw the jar at the Priest, knocking out the purple-clad sinner. As swift as a mouse, he pulled the cross down and the elevator descended to the vault.
He followed the footsteps of his near-dead debtor, using a glider of sorts to travel faster. "You have made a very grave error, gentlemen." The tiny man flew across the room to a dashboard of buttons and switches, this one attached to the chocolate drains. "You steal from an Oompa-Loompa..." he pulled the lever titled 'Emergency Drains' in gold.
"We take back a thousand-fold."
~•~
In your mind, you mentally voiced one last thing before your demise, a prayer of sorts as your lungs run dry: 'I wish I could have—'
All of a sudden, you heard a rushing noise. The sound resembled that of a waterfall, a quiet hum against the stark emptiness. Could this be heaven? Did it exist after all? The sound strengthened, turning into an orchestra of chaotic cacophony. Light seeped through your eyes and you wondered what you may have seen on the other side...
It's Willy, covered in chocolate and grinning like a madman.
You took in a deep breath as you caught up to the moment, and it felt like a dream. "We're... we're alive!" You exclaimed, letting go of Willy's hand and wrapping him and Noodle in an embrace. For the first time in your life, you couldn't be happier knowing the light shining above you wasn't a gateway to the heavens, but rather the simple window it always had been.
"We've been saved!" Willy cried out, chocolate dripping off his face.
"By who?" Noodle asked.
"I don't know," Willy said before his eyes darted up to the window in which your savior stood, "It's the little orange man!"
Noodle looked up in surprise, but for once didn't question it, "Thank you, little orange man!" she shrieked in absolute elation.
Neither of you had anything to live for until now, and luckily, life wasn't cruel enough to snatch you up right then and there.
"Thank you!" you yelled to Loftly, knowing full well that he couldn't hear you. You waved as he departed from the window, but you saw him deliver a curt nod to you.
The chocolate became a vortex as it rushed out. The three of you spinning lower and lower until you could step out onto the platform. You swiped as much chocolate off of your face as you could with your hands, and promptly climbed out.
~•~
The three 'chocolatiers'—Slugworth, Prodnose, and Fickelgruber—stood proudly outside the cathedral. The three stared down at the scene before them as if they were rulers of the Galleries Gourmet. The had finally overthrown their usurper, Willy Wonka. Stationed in neat rows beside the fountain were officers, their faces as cold and unwavering as the snow-dusted stone they stood upon.
A car pulled up to the stairs of the cathedral. When no one emerged from it, an officer opened the door. As the door was pulled open, an almost cartoonishly egregious number of paper cases spilled out. Sat inside the mess of candy wrappers was the Chief, who struggled to fit his... altered body out the door of the car. It was quite obvious that the amount of chocolate the cartel had offered the man had taken a toll on him.
Slugworth chuckled at the scene, while Fickelgeuber and Prodnose were disturbed—rightfully so.
With a final heave, the Chief pushed himself out. "Phew... car shrunk," he explained simply, though that couldn't be further from the truth.
No one comments on this, and Slugworth quickly redirects the conversation, "Don't you worry, Chief," the businessman said with a wicked smile, "Couple of thieves broke in, but I'm afraid they met with a little... accident."
"In which they died," finished Prodnose, after so long earning a few chuckles with his quip.
"That's actually good," Slugworth said between chortles.
And then they smiled.
And then they weren't.
~•~
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