Sweet Apocalypta ( Part Sequel to Oompa Loompa Takeover )

Final Chapter- High hopes

Valley of fire, Nevada. Two weeks later.

I giggled as snuck into his room, holding a buffing rag in my hand. I slowly opened the door, and sleeping peacefully beneath raggedy sheets was Wonka. Tip toeing, I crept closer and closer. Soon, I was beside him. "I wonder if it works.." I spat on his head and began buffing it.

I always heard that if you buffed a bald guy's head you could see your reflection. It's always bee a curiosity of mine since the dawn of time. So, now that I have a bald man around, why the hell not? I began buffing a little harder, "Come on you coco dome, shine for-" and next thing I knew I was being grabbed and thrown into the bed. Wonka looked down at me with murder in his eyes, pinning my arms against the sheets. When he realized it was me, he loosened his grip. "The hell are you doing at," he looked at his clock. "three in the morning?"

"I couldn't sleep, Gerald and May's laughing was keeping me up. So, I decided to come mess with you."

We took shelter at an old hotel resort, they were still in good condition despite what happened. On our way here, we picked up Little dude and the two babies. RonRon, bless that old yoda, he died distracting renegade Loompa soldiers while Little dude escaped with the babies. They slept with me in my room, since I offered. The babies were adorable, and I wanted to have them near me. Wonka said that RonRon spoke of a small community of Loompas that rebelled and are hiding in that sanctuary. So, May and I will take them there before continuing destroying the renegades.

Wonka eased himself off of me, then sat up on his bed before yawning. "They sure do spend a lot of time together." he said. "Good, that keeps his annoying ass preocupied for a moment. First time I had good sleep in a long ass time."

"Yeah, but he doesn't realize that he's taking a lot of precious May time from me." I sighed then, looking up at the ceiling with it's drywall falling apart. "May and I always stayed up til midnight and talked. It's been a thing we did since we were kids, you know? We did that when we were prisoners too. Now, we're running out of things to talk about. She has more to say to him now.."

I sat up too and leaned on one arm, looking at Wonka. He always slept with a light on, a lamp that is. I guess he always wanted to be ready for any Oompa Loompa attack. Or.. maybe he just doesn't want to be in the dark anymore. I got to know a lot about him in the past couple weeks, and I shared a lot about me. My past, my Mom.. I even found out his name really wasn't Willy! I had a 'Oh fuck' moment. But I can tell there was so much more about him that he wasn't revealing. I just let him keep his secrets.. whatever it is, it's in the past.

I touched his hand, and at first he tensed up but then he relaxed a bit. He looked at me, and smiled momentarily. "You girls will be okay when we part ways tomorrow?"

I lowered my eyes a bit. "Do we have to separate?"

"Gerald and I still have unfinished business, and it's too dangerous for you girls to come along-"

"Micheal, Please.."

Wonka looked at me as though for a moment he was about to slap me so hard I'd regret ever calling him that name. His dark eyes narrowed, his lips loosened. "Been forever since I heard someone call me that.."

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you.." I muttered, letting go of his hand.

"Yeah.. don't worry about it." he said back, looking down at my legs. "I never liked tattoos."

A moment of silence, and we hear Gerald and May laughing like idiots in the room across from us.

I smiled. "You'll like this one." I pulled down the waistband of my panties and revealed "Willy's lil Whore" on my hip.

He cackled out of amusement. "Really now? And how many wonkas have you slept with?" he then cocked his eyebrow sarcastically.

I giggled playfully. "Well.. one. Now.." I replied, easing closer to him.

Wonka's eyes widened, he put his hands in front of him to ready himself for pushing me away. He put his hands on my shoulders and shoved me gently.

"Come on, Wonka! Why in the hell don't you like me?! Am I not pretty enough? Sane enough for you?" I got up off of his bed and stood there, crossing my arms.

"It's just.. you're.. and I'm.. we're different and I am not the romantic type. I like you, it's just.. it won't work, okay?"

"And why not? Why? I don't understand, I mean, I'm a woman, you're a man. You don't have to worry about losing me, I can fight."

"Oh says the girl who almost got killed by a mutant. If I hadn't saved your stupid ass-"

"Ha! Well I praise you, almighty chocolate Zeus! But I had another trick up my sleeve and would have done it if you hadn't intterupted me."

Wonka mocked me with laughter, and he laughed until it was belly deep. I had enough of this mockery, I reached back and got ready to slap him a good one. But he caught my hand, and he looked up at me while sobering from his laughter.

We looked at each other and I tore my hand from his grip. "I'm going to bed.." I turned and began to leave. Again, I was proven why I should just give up on Wonka. I can't wait for morning, I can't wait to just lay in bed and sleep late, waking up to no more Wonka. I can't wait to- I stopped then closed my eyes tight. I began to sing, the only thing besides makeup that kept me sane when I felt like I was falling apart.

"I moved your picture from my wall.. and I replaced them both large and small. And each new day finds me so blue.. because nothing, oh, nothing.. takes the place of you."

"Dessa.." I heard him speak, his voice low and growly.

"Please, Wonka.. I don't want to hear anymore reasons why you don't want me." all of a sudden, he grabs my hand.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry that our situations won't make it work. We live dangerous lives, you as a hunter, I as a man with unfinished business and..history... I don't know if I'll survive this shit. I don't know if this will ever end and that's the scary part. And.. I don't want to put you through that, Sadessa."

I finally accepted it completely. Maybe it was the constant explosions from Poppy's bombs that rewired my brain to think straight but, I finally accept it. I felt him let go of my hand then cupped my cheeks. I looked up at him, again I feel so small and hapless near him. "If I survive this, and you're still alive.. then maybe. But don't get your hopes-"

I grabbed his face and attacked, smashing my lips against his. He murmurred in my mouth, something of the lines of "you're biting me" and "my virgin tongue!" We both stumbled around the room, him trying to get away from me.

I let him go, then wiped the spit off of my mouth and watched him do the same. "I'll take that as a marriage proposal." Laughing, I began to skip my way out of the room.

"You better not say shit!" He cried out.

Don't worry, Micheal.. it's between just us. I promise..

I ran into May, who was just exiting Gerald's room. "Hey.." she greeted, eyes wide with surprise. "What were you doing in Wonka's room? In your underwear?" a squint.

"Nothing. Was just chillin' and swillin' my way to the bathroom when I heard Wonka having a nightmare. Checked on him, he be aight." was my cheerful reply. "And what were you doing with Gerald? You wasn't doing anything nasty were you?"

May's eyes widened, offended, defensive. "What?! N-no! We were just talking!"

"That's a lot of giggling for just talking." I wiggle to my brows then. "Are you sure you two weren't.. tickling each other?!" I laughed as I began tickling her.

She slapped my hand. "Fuck off!"

"Tickling leads to touching! Touching leads to nasties!" I teased, enjoying her face turn beet red.

"We didn't do shit now stop!" She ran into her room, and I followed in persuit.

THE END