What if Willy Wonka plans for finding a heir did not work out. What if Charlie did not want the responsibility of running the chocolate factory. And what if Willy's Oompa Loompa's had fallen terribly sick after the failed tour. Much better summar...
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Willy's POV
I just knew my golden ticket tour would work. It had to. But sadly it did not. My golden ticket winner Charlie Bucket turned my offer down. He said that the responsibility of running the factory and caring for all the Oompa Loompa's was to great. Now I still have no hair to my factory and sadly some of my Oompa Loompa's have begun to fall ill by an unknown cause and it is spreading. I am beginning to worry. What have I posably caused by bringing those people in to my home and sanctuary.
...............................................time skip two weeks..........................................
Willy's POV
My search to try a find a heir has been fruitless. I've tried to think of new ways to find a heir with no such luck. I can't stand out amoust the public with out freaking out and I serenely won't bring more people in here again. That's for sure. That and my Oompa Loompa's illnesses have gotten worse. More of my Oompa Loompa's are falling sick and don't ampere to be getting better. Even the doctor Oompa Loompa's do not know what this is or how to fight it. If something isn't done soon I my lose some of my sick Oompa Loompa's. I need help so I'm going to the one person that I wish I didn't have to. My father. though Charlie did help me smooth things out with my father, I still do not wish to bring him in to this mess but I have little chose. I'm still nervous as I leave my factory to my fathers house. When I arrive there and tell my dad what has happened he calls an old friend of his Mr. Wilkinson. Then Mr Wilkinson tells of a friend of his that just got back from Africa with the peace core that is a fine medic that he will send for immediately.
Clover's POV
I had just gotten home after a longe trip from Africa with the peace core that I work with in third world countries. I didn't even get to unpack before I got an uergent call from an old friend of my family's Mr. Wilkinson. I wasn't told much just that someone with medical expertise where desperately needed and I would find out why when I get there. The weather there is much colder so I made sure to pack appropriately for the colder climate and caught the next plane there, which was the following morning.
What Clover looks like. ⤵️
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Other POV
What Willy was expecting the medic to be and what showed up at his factory the next day were two very different things. He expected an old man with a white doctors coat on. What showed up at his gate the following day was a young woman that was wearing a blue cloak with white gloves. He was a bit reluctant that this woman could help him or the Oompa Loompa's but what other choice did he have. (The cloak she was wearing.) ⤵️ Pretend that the hood is up over her head.
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Clover's POV
When I arrived at my destination I saw a huge factory surrounded by a large gate. Now why would I be needed here? What or who would need medical assistance at this place. I find myself a bit wary and confused about this. Just as I was going to leave the gates open and a male voice is heard saying please enter. I pick my bags 💼 up and enter the gates cautiously. When I reach the factory's doors they open and a man wearing a top hate and strange bug eye goggles is standing there stiff as a bord and clearly a bit nervous.
Willy's POV
I had the gate opened for her entry. I know she was there. I had been waiting by the windows all morning for her arrival. Though I did not expect the medic to be her or a women at all, so I was quite nervous to have to interact with her despite my doubts on whether or whether not she can help.
No ones POV
"Hello I am Clover Miller. I am a medic. I was informed that my medical expertise may be needed. Am I at the right place? Clover asked. Yes please come in. We will talk inside." Willy said as he lead her in the hallway. "I am Willy Wonka. The owner of this factory and some of my workers have fallen ill. I'm hoping you can help.
