Competition ♡ Willy Wonka x Reader.

Chapter 6 - Inventing Room 2.0

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Everyone stood in the middle of the inventing room, looking around. Apart from Augustus and his mother of course. Mr.Wonka spoke to everyone, telling them not to touch anything but to have fun.

All of the children ran off, followed by their parents. However, y/n walked over to a different machine and watched it intensely as it worked it's magic. She had the same type of machine at her factory but she decided that Mr.Wonka had a better version. "Hey," she heard the same voice from the chocolate room behind her. She jumped back, startled.
"Did I scare you? I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you," he says, slightly laughing "anyway..." he starts, "are you enjoying the factory so far, everyone else seems to be," he smiles, admiring the work of his own machine.

"What..?" Y/n's thoughts wonder for a few seconds. "Oh, yeah! It's great, just like the candy," she smiles. "I think it's great how you colour coded the oompa loompa's outfits to the room they are working in, it's all in perfect order and..yeah!" Y/n turns to Mr.Wonka and smiles again.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it," he says, still staring at his machine. "Hey Mr.Wonka!" A voice shouted from the other side of the room "What's this?" The voice asked as Mr.Wonka turned around. "Oh! Let me show you!" He exclaimed, making his way over to Violet and the machine she was stood at.

He leaned over the side of the large container and stuck his hand out. An oompa loompa passed him a coloured 'ball.' He thanked the oompa loompa and stood back up again, facing everyone. "These are everlasting gobstoppers, they're for children who get very little allowence money! You can suck on it all year and it won't get any smaller! Isn't that neat?" He says joyfully.

"So it's like gum?" Violet asked, still chewing away at her 'award winning' piece of gum. "No." Mr.Wonka said strictly, his smile fading slowly. "Gum is for chewing. If you tried to chew one of these gobstoppers, you'd break all your little teeth off but they sure do taste terrific!"

Mr.Wonka walked off and everyone followed him. "Those are hair toffees," he said, pointing to a stand as everyone walked past "If you tried to suck on one of these little boogers, in exactly half an hour a brand, new crop of hair will start growing out of the top of your little noggin, and a beard, and a mustache!" He smiles.
"Who wants a beard?" Mike asked with a disgusted face.

"Well...beatniks, for one. Folk singers and motorbike riders. You know, all those hip, jazzy, super-cool, neat, keen and groovy cats. It's in the fridge daddy-o, are you hep to the jive? Can you dig what I'm laying down? I knew that you could. Slide me some skin, soul brother." Mr.Wonka says, surprisingly quickly whilst holding his hand out for a low five. He was about to retract it's hand when y/n jumped in and gave him a cheerful low five and grinned. He looked a little shocked but then continued. "Because an oompa loompa tried some yesterday and well, he.." Mr.Wonka smiles and laughs quietly. "How are you today?" He says as the oompa loompa he was talking about walks over to him.

The oompa loompa held up to hands in the thumbs up position. "You look great,"

Everyone carried on to another machine and Mr.Wonka suddenly got excited. "Watch this!" He exclaims, swiftly walking over to what y/n assumed to be a lever for the machine. There was a huge build up, the machine unwravled what was inside slowly, making every second more aggravating. Suddenly, a ding was heard and a small yellowish stick stuck out of the end. "You mean that's it?" Mike asks, unimpressed.

"Do you even know what it is?" Mr.Wonka argues. "It's gum," Violet answers, still chewing away at the same piece. "Yeah! It's a stick of the most amazing and sensational gum in the whole universe! Know why? Know why? Because this gum is a whole three course dinner all by itself!" He giggles.

"Why would anyone want that?" Veruca's Father asks. Mr.Wonka opens his mouth to speak but then closes it again. He puts his hand into the inside of his pocket and pulls out the same pack of cards from when everyone was entering the factory. He shuffles through the deck, soon finding the card he needs. He coughs before reading. "It will be the end of all kitchens and all cooking.........just a stick of wonka's magic chewing gum and that's all you will........ever need for breakfast lunch and dinner! This piece of gum happens to be tomato soup, roast beef and blueberry pie." He tucks the cards back into the same pocket and smiles. "It sounds great.." y/n says, smiling at Mr.Wonka. "It sounds weird!" Veruca says, sassily.
"It sounds like my kinda gum," Violet says, picking the gum up and taking the current piece out of her mouth, tucking it behind her ear. She held the fresh piece closer to her mouth.

"I'd rather you didn't.." Mr.Wonka began "there's still one or two things that are-
"I'm the world recorder holder for chewing gum! I'm not afraid of anything!" Violet states cockily, shoving the chewing gum inside her mouth and biting down. After a few seconds, Miss Beauregarde speaks up from behind her daughter, "How is it honey?" She asks. "It's amazing!" Violet shared, her eyes wide "Tomato soup! I can feel it running down my throat!"

"Yeah, spit it out," Mr.Wonka ordered, "Hey Violet, I think you might wanna.." y/n tried to help. Violet made a small motion with her arm as if to say stop, "It's changing!" She said, "Roast beef, with baked potato! Crispy skin and butter!"

"Keep chewing," Miss Beauregarde encouraged, "My little girls gonna be the first person to have a chewing gum meal.." Veruca gave Violet a jealous, salty look. "Yeah..I'm just a little worried about the.. " Mr.Wonka tried to interrupt. "Blueberry pie and ice cream!" Violet exclaimed. "That part." Mr.Wonka finished.

"What's happening to her nose?" Veruca questions, causing everyone to look in the direction of Violet's nose. "It's turning blue," Mr.Salt said in a confused type of tone. "Your whole nose has gone purple," Miss Beauregarde said, frowning at her daughter. "What do you mean?" Violet frowned, running her fingers over her nose lightly. "Violet! You're turning Violet, " Miss Beauregarde panicked. "What's happening?" She turned in the direction of Mr.Wonka. "Well, I told you I hadn't got it quite right. Because it goes a little funny when it gets to the dessert. It's the blueberry pie that does it...I'm terribly sorry.." he says, crouching down behind his machine as everyone steps away from Violet. Mr.Wonka motions to y/n and Charlie to get behind the machine with him. They don't notice. "miss y/l/n, you might wanna get back here," Mr.Wonka tells them. Y/n grabs Charlie's hand lightly and drags him with her, behind the machine next to Mr.Wonka.

"Mother? What's happening to me?" Violet panicked, looking around. "She's swelling up," y/n stated from behind the machine.
"Like a blueberry.." Charlie finished.
Suddenly, Mr.Wonka popped up behind Miss Beauregarde, making her jump. Y/n guessed he had a talent for surprises. "I've tried it on like 20 oompa loompa's and each one ended up as a blueberry...It's just weird." He said. "But I can't have a blueberry as a daughter! How is she supposed to compete?!" Miss Beauregarde argued. "You could put her in a country fair," Mr.Wonka and Veruca smile at that, both receiving death glares from Violet's mother.

Suddenly, music fills everyone's ears as the oompa loompa's start singing and dancing again. Charlie and Y/n amerged from behind the machine and stood next to Mr.Wonka. They sing about how Violet can't stop chewing gum and that her jaw gets stronger everyday. As the last of the oompa loompa's were leaving, Violet called out to Mr.Wonka, "Mr.Wonka!" She shouts, the sound echoing off of the huge walls. "I want you to roll Miss Beauregarde into the boat, take her along to the juicing room at once, okay?" Mr.Wonka instructs his oompa loompa's. "Juicing room?! What are they gonna do to her there?!" Miss Beauregarde worries.

"They're gonna squeeze her..like a little pimple. We gotta squeeze all that juice out of her immediately," Mr.Wonka tells Violet's mother. Miss Beauregarde looks horrified before rushing off after her daughter. "Mother! Help me!" Violet shouts as she struggles to fit through the large door, even with the help of various oompa loompa. "Please!" She adds. Violet manages to pop through the circular door with the help of her mother and a few oompa loompa's.

"Come on," Mr.Wonka says, taking his attention away from the door. "Let's boogie." He picks up his cane and carries on through the factory, the rest following behind.

Thank you for all the support on this story I originally started this book because I thought there wasn't enough Wonka fics but like.. wow. People actually read this. I love you all, thank you 💕💖 also sorry if I messed this up I wrote this at 1:35 in the morning.