The Chocolatiers

The honey, the kid just shrunk himself!

(Sorry I just had to!😂)
*Grace's P.O.V.*
Willy pressed the button for the glass elevator. "I don't know why I didn't even think of this earlier. The elevator's by far the most efficient way to get around the factory." Willy said, while entering the elevator, pulling me along. I don't really like this thing. I'd reather use my wings, that I have currently hidden. I got my wings when I turned ten. Along with everything else. I thought sadly. "It's because there were so many people. Cramped spaces don't make a very nice trip." I reminded him. "Oh yeah." he said. He then noticed my unease.
"What's wrong?" "I'm not overly fond of elevators." I explained. He squeezed my hand reassuringly. "There can't be this many floors." Mike said. "How do you know, Mr. Smarty-Pants? This isn't just an ordinary up-and-down elevator, by the way. This elevator can go sideways, longways, slantways, and any other ways you can think of." "Hopefully, not upside down." I said, pulling a face. "No." I sighed in relief. "you just press any button and, whoosh, you're off." he pressed a button. I grabbed his arm with my other hand to steady myself as the elevator went backward. The guests all tumbled. Willy was the only one able to fully stand. We then, entered a 'snowing' room. It was actually a bunch of different types of sugar. (I actually don't know what it is 😅)
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to fudge mountain!" Willy said. We all looked over to see a mountain of fudge. No when I say mountain, I actually mean mountain. Some Oompa-Loompas where on the mountain, getting some fudge. They looked at us, and waved to Willy. He waved back. They kept waving, looking at me, smiling. I slowly waved back at them, with a half smile. They went back to work. We passed back through, and was going passed the candy floss.
"Oh!" Willy said. The others looked at him. "I'd rather not talk about this one." He said, embarrassed. I patted his arm reassuringly. "Candy floss. I get it." I said. Mike and his father raised an eyebrow. While Grandpa Joe and Charlie were giving Willy a look. I don't know why they were looking at him like that. I shook my head. Boys. We looked back at the Oompa-Loompas who were sheering the pink sheep.
We then passed over a new part of the factory. It looked like a hospital. But, why are there puppets in the beds? I raised an eyebrow. "This is the Puppet Hospital and Burn Center." I raised an eyebrow at Willy. "It's relatively new." We went out. We went down, causing the guests to crash into the side wall. I created the glass so it is harder, and can stand up to things like that. Knowing full well, that any new person would crash into them.
"Ah! The administration offices. " Willy said. The elevator paused in front of Doris. "Hello Doris!" Willy said, waving to her. She looked up from her typing, and waved back. We then went backwards. Approaching the, well, I forget what it's called, so I call it the firework testing room. Many Oompa-Loompas were firing from cannons that I helped design, these big candy balls. Which explode upon impact on the target. Creating what looks like fireworks.
"Why is everything here completely pointless?" Mike asked. I gave him a look. "Candy doesn't have to have a point," Charlie said. I smiled at him. "That's why it's candy."i looked at Willy. He was looking at Charlie with a smile, and a look in his eyes. I really think that Charlie is going to win. "It's stupid!" Mike said. "Candy is a waste of time." I looked at Willy. He was having another flashback. I tapped Mike on the shoulder. He looked at me. I looked at Willy, and back at him. "Flashback. Because of you." I whispered. He just rolled his eyes. I growled. He jumped a little.
"I wanna pick a room." Mike exclaimed, looking at Willy. Willy smiled at him, a look in his eyes. "Go ahead." I already knew which room he was gonna choose, before he even saw it. He pressed the button for the television room. We stopped, and went another direction. Willy and I tumbled a bit. We arrived in the room. The room all white, and the lights caused the room to appear really bright. Which could melt your eyes, making you lose your sight. A bunch of Oompa-Loompas in white suits looked up, and over at us.
"Here, Willy said, quickly moving over to the enhanced sunglasses. He handed me a pair, and I put them on. He did the same. "Put these on quick, and don't take them off, whatever you do. This light could burn your eyeballs right out of your skull." That actually hasn't happened, because I had created the light, and gave everyone the warning. Plus, I also set out the enhanced sunglasses for them. I handle the tech, while Willy the candy. "And we certainly don't want that, now, do we?" Willy began to walk off, pulling me along.
"This is the testing room for my very latest and greatest invention: Television Chocolate. One day it occurred to me: 'hey, if television can break up a photograph, into millions and millions of tiny pieces and send it whizzing through the air. Then reassembling it on the other end, then why can't I do the same with chocolate.'" He explained "'why can't i send a real bar of chocolate through the television, ready to be eaten?'" There was an Oompa-Loompa watching tv, while sitting on a little couch.
"I'm not gonna touch it, I'm not going in that direction!" Said a woman on the screen. He changed the channel. "Sounds impossible." Mr. Teavee said. I looked at him. "It is impossible." His son said. "You don't understand anything about science." He told Willy. My eye twitched. I know a lot about science, and I created the piece that teleports the item to the television. I call it the Wonka Televisor. Willy started walking to the control panel, squeezing my hand. I know he's holding in his irritation.
"First off,there a difference between waves and particles." Duh. You don't think we don't know that?!? "Duh?!?" My eye twitched again. "Second, the amount of power it would take to cinvert energy into matter," "would be nine atomic bombs. Yes. He knows. And that is exactly the amount of power, plus more, running through this machine." I finally snapped. They all looked at me in surprise. Well Mike, his father, and Grandpa Joe did. Charlie and Willy looked at me, smiling.
"Mumbler!" Willy said to Mike. "Seriously, I cannot understand a single word you're saying." Willy turned and looked at the control panel.
"Okey-dokey. I shall now send a bar of chocolate from one end of the room," he looked at the tv. "To the other by television. Bring in the chocolate." Willy called out. Six Oompa-Loompas came in, carrying a very big piece of chocolate. They placed it on the teleportation pad.
"It's gotta be real big, because you know how on TV, you can film a regular sized man, and he comes out looking this talk?" Willy asked, using his fingers to show them how big. "Same basic principle." Willy, then pressed the big red button. I don't know why it is big and red. Wait. Oh yeah. I giggled. We are practically setting off nine atomic bombs. Plus more. The teleportation pad lifted up, with the chocolate, starting to float, immediately. Some lights turned on, the cameras turned in that direction, following it up, into the glass. Where the glass was reinforced to be able to contain the blast. After the teleportation pad closed up on the glass, the cameras moved into position, the lights flashed brighter, there was a loud noise, and poof, the chocolate was gone. I smiled at my work. But it wasn't done yet. I hoped it came out whole this time.
"It's gone." Charlie exclaimed. "Told you. That bar of chocolate is now rushing through the air, above our heads in a million tiny little pieces." Willy explained. "Come over here," Willy said, running over to the television, dragging me along. "Come on. Come on. Come on!" We reached the tv. "Watch the screen." He commanded the guests. We saw on the screen, something appearing behind the tiny gorillas. "Here it comes." I crossed my fingers. "Oh, look." Then the full thing appeared. I did a little happy dance in my head. Willy nudged Mike.
"Take it." "It's just a picture on the screen." Willy looked at him. "Scaredy-Cat." He said, then turned to me. "You take it." I looked at Charlie, who was looking at it. I looked at Willy. "Go on. Just reach out, and grab it." I sighed, and stepped forward. My hand went in the tv. My fingers wrapped around the chocolate bar. I pulled it out. It was a regular sized, Wonka bar. "Holy buckets." Grandpa Joe said.
"Eat it. Go on. It'll be delicious. It's the same bar." I started opening it. "It's just gotten a little smaller on the journey, that's all." I smiled at him. He made a biting motion with his mouth. I took a nibble. I'm not all that hungry. "It's great." I said to him, smiling. "It's a miracle." Grandpa Joe said. I handed the bar over to Charlie. "You can have it. I'm not all that hungry. You look like you need something to eat." I whispered to him. "Share with your grandfather." He nodded. Willy got out of Jill's view of the television. Jill is the one sitting on the couch.
"So imagine, you're sitting watching television."he said, gesturing at Jill. "And suddenly a commercial will flash onto the screen, and a voice will say: 'Wonka's chocolate bars are the best in the world. If you don't believe us, try one for yourself.' And you simply reach out, and take it." He used his hand to mimic what he was saying. "How about that?" I smiled at him. "A very good idea." I said. "So can you send other things?" Mr. Teavee asked. I thought about it. "Well, that would depend on what it is." I said. "Say like, breakfast cereal?" I gagged.
"Do you have any idea of what breakfast cereal is made of? It's those curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners." I made a face. "But could you send it by tv if you wanted to?" I thought about it. Yeah we could. I nodded. "Of course I could." "What about people?" Mike asked. I did the calculations a long time ago. Only a person the size of a child or shorter could.
"Well, why would I wanna send a person? They don't taste very good at all." Willy asked. "Don't you realize what you've invented? It's a teleporter." Willy and I shook our heads. "It's the most important invention in the history of the world. And all you think about is chocolate." I went over to Mike. "I did the calculations, and only a person the size of a child or smaller would be able to use something like this, and still be in one piece." I told him. "Even better." My eyes widened,but he couldn't see that, because of the sunglasses. I looked at Willy worriedly. He gave me a reassuring smile.
"Calm down, Mike." His father told him. "I think Mr. Wonka, and Miss. Grace knows what they are talking about." "No they don't. They have no idea. You think he's a genius, but he's an idiot." I wanted to smack him upside the head. But I held it in. He'll get his comeuppance. Charlie looked at his grandfather. I know exactly what they are thinking. He is just an ungrateful child. "But I'm not." Uh, oh. That's not good. There's a very low chance of him making it through. His insides might not be able to handle it. He then took off, going to the control panel. If his insides can handle it, there is still no way to get him back to normal. He jumped over Jill, and knocked over two other Oompa-Loompas. My eye twitched again.
"Hey little boy." Willy said. Mike ignored him. "Don't push my button." That sentence had a double meaning to it. He was talking about the literal button, and the figurative button that triggers his annoyance. The Oompa-Loompas at the control panel, ducked. Mike pressed the button, and jumped onto the teleportation pad. I groaned in annoyance. The lights turned on, Mr. Teavee jogged forward a little, but stopped, realizing that it was too late to reach him. Grandpa Joe and Charlie moved forward a little to get a better look. I moved to stand beside Willy, and leaned on him a bit. Resting my head on his arm. Charlie saw this, and nudged his grandpa. They both smiled at us. I blushed, and looked at Mike.
* Willy's P.O.V.*
Grace came up to stand beside me, and she leaned against me. My heart neared a little harder. I think she could hear it. She then leaned her head on my arm. I smiled a bit. I looked at the kid, and he was starting to float, the cameras following. He kept messing around while he was floating. We all watched him go up. Grace's jaw was set. I could tell she was annoyed by this boy. I grabbed her hand. She looked up at me, and smiled. I blushed a little. I love it when she smiles. We looked back over in time to see the flash, and the boy was gone.
"He's gone." His father whispered, in a slightly panicked tone. "Let's go check the television, see what we get." I said, smiling at Grace. She smiled back. I blushed even more.
*Grace's P.O.V.*
He blushed a deeper red after I smiled at him. I giggled. Oh man. He's so cute. I just don't want him to think any differently than what he does now, of me, after I tell him. We went over to the tv. "I sure hope no part of him gets left behind." Willy said. I nodded in agreement. "What do you mean?!?" Mr. Teavee asked, incredulously. I sighed. "Ah, well," he looked at me, I nodded at him in an encouraging way. "Sometimes only half of the little pieces find their way through." Mr. Teavee looked back at the tv, worriedly. I felt bad for him. Oh well. If only half of him does make it through, at least some of the insurance will come handy. And as an afterthought, Willy asked him,
"If you had to choose only one half of your son, which would it be?" "Willy, there is the possibility that he could have been cut straight in half. Not bottom half, top half." "Oh, yeah." "What kind of a question is that?!?" Snapped Mr. Teavee. My eyebrows rose. "No need to snap." Willy mumbled. "Just a question." He then turned around and looked at Jill.
"Try every channel. I'm starting to feel a little anxious." She changed the channel. It turned to the news, then to a commercial, then back to the news. An Oompa-Loompa was the anchorman, his name is Cain. There, on the desk next to him, was Mike. Music started playing. I smiled, and looked at Willy. He was smirking. Oh all things holy. He looked so... I'm not gonna finish that sentence. "There he is." Charlie said. "Mike." His father whispered, a little angry.
"The most important thing, that we've ever learned. The most important thing we've learned. As far as children are concerned." Jill kept changing the channel. Mike was in everyone. "Is never, never let them near. The television set. Or better still, don't install. The idiotic thing at all. Never, never let them. Never, never let them." We looked behind us, and some Oompa-Loompas were dancing. "Never, never let them. Never, never let them. It rots the senses in the head. It keeps imagination dead. It clogs and clutters up the mind. It makes a child so dull and blind. So dull, so dull! He can no longer understand. A fairy tale, a fairyland. A fairyland, a fairyland. His brain becomes as soft as cheese. His thinking powers rust and freeze. He cannot think, he only sees. Regarding little Mike Teavee, we very much regret that we. Regret that we." The lights inside the room were off, and the Oompa-Loompas had lights in their hands, waving them back and forth. "Shall simply have to wait and see. Wait and see, wait and see. Wait and see, wait and see, wait and see. We very much regret that we, shall simply have to wait and see. If we can get him back his height. But if we can't, it serves him right." The anchorman squished him with a stack of papers, then got up and left.
"Ew. Somebody grab him." Willy said. "Help me." Mike squeaked. His father reached in, and grabbed him by the shirt. I looked to see that the lights were back on. "Help me." His father, very gently pulled him out. " Oh thank heavens." willy said, leaning away from him. I was doing the same, to avoid getting hit by Willy. "He's completely unharmed." He said, in a slightly disgusted tone.
"Unharmed? What are you talking about?!?" "Just put me back the other way." Mike said. "There is no other way. It's television, not telephone. There's quite a difference." "You should have thought it through, before you went and 'transported' yourself." I said, using air quotes for the 'transported' part. "And what exactly do you propose to do about it?!?" Mr. Teavee asked in a threatening tone. I raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. But young men are extremely springy. They stretch like mad." An idea hit me, and I could see that the same idea hit Willy. He gasped.
"Let's go put him in the taffy puller." "Taffy puller?!?" Mr. Teavee exclaimed. "Hey, that was my idea." I giggled. Willy looked at me. I blushed, and looked at Mike. "Boy is he gonna be skinny." "Oh! What if we stretched him both ways?!?" I asked. Willy looked at me, excited. "Yeah, that's a great idea! Yeah. Taffy Puller."he then turned to Jill.
"I want you to take Mr. Teavee and his," he looked at Mike, who looked back at him. "Little boy up to the taffy puller ok? Stretch him out. Both longways and shortways." Jill got up, bowed, and tugged on Mr. Teavee's trousers. He turned and almost touched Willy with Mike. But Willy moved out of the way, gasping. He let out that breath, then turned to me. I smiled at him.
"You wanna talk now?" I asked. He looked at Charlie and Grandpa Joe, who looked at each other, then back at us. "Go ahead." "Okay. Um, how about we go to the next room, and we can talk. Because, theses glasses are starting to rub on my nose, making it burn." I said. "Of course. Where do you want to go?" "You choose." "It's your birthday, I insist." I blushed a little. We came upon the elevator. The Oompa-Loompas shit the lights off, and began to leave. They looked at us, smiling.
"There's still so much left to see." he said, taking off the enhanced sunglasses. I did the same, and rubbed my nose a bit. I gotta put some padding on these. "Now, how many children are left?" Willy asked, turning around. Grandpa Joe took off his sunglasses. "Mr. Wonka, it's just Charlie and Grace left." "Actually just Charlie. I was never actually won a chance to come in here, so I believe that Charlie has won." Willy looked at him for a moment, then smiled. "Oh I do congratulate you. I really do." Willy said, shaking his hand aggressively. I laughed. "I'm absolutely delighted. I had a hunch you know, right from the beginning. Well done. Now we mustn't dilly nor dally. Because we have an enormous number of things to do before the day's out. But luckily for us, we have the great glass elevator to speed things along," Willy said, turning and smacking right into the glass. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "You alright?" I asked, helping him up from the floor. "Just perfect." He said, smiling at me, and looking at me with those melted chocolate eyes. I smiled a bit. "Do you think that you could hold on and wait for a little while before you do all that?" I asked.
"Yeah." He said. Willy pressed the elevator button, and the door opened. "After you." I smiled and stepped in. willy followed suit. I looked at Charlie and Grandpa Joe. "Come on you two, I know you want to hear this just as much as the Oompa-Loompas. " I said, smirking. Willy looked at me, surprised. "Yes. I know. I'll explain. And I think I know what the prize is." I said, looking at Willy. He looked a little nervous. Our winner stepped in the elevator. I looked at the buttons, and found the one I was looking for. It was blank. I haven't been to that place since I first got here. "I've been wondering what that button was for. " "Yet you never pressed it." "I thought you said you didn't like elevators?" "I don't. But every once in a while, I'll get in one." I sat down, and leaned my back
Against the cool glass. Willy followed suit. "You two might want to sit down, this will take a little while." I explained. Charlie sat at my right side, and grandpa Joe beside him. Willy in my left. I sighed. Better now or never.
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Yo! Thank you for reading! The next chapter is gonna be about what she is, what happened eight years ago, and lots and lots of feels! 😇 please comment what you think! I love hearing your thoughts. Also please vote! See ya later! 😎
~GraceRi