Competition ♡ Willy Wonka x Reader.

Chapter 7 - The nut room.

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"Without the boat we'll have to move double time to keep on track!" Mr. Wonka suddenly started rambling.

"Mr. Wonka," Charlie said, waiting for a response. "Yes? " Mr. Wonka replied.
"Why did you decide to let people in?" Charlie asked. "Well so they could see the factory of course," Mr. Wonka replied, surprisingly quickly.

"But why now, after all this time?" Charlie asked again. "What's the special prize and who gets it?" Mike said, causing Mr. Wonka to lose his train of thought. "The best prize is a SURprize!" Mr.Wonka chuckled.

"Will Violet always be a blueberry?" Veruca pushed in front of Mike. "Maybe," y/n replied from the back. Mr.Wonka's head snapped round and looked at y/n and smiled. "We dont know yet, but that's what you get for chewing gum all day its just disgusting,"

"If you hate gum so much then why do you make it?" Mike asked, sounding rather obnoxious. "You know, you should stop mumbling because you're really starting to bum me out,"

"Do you remember the first candy you ever ate?" Charlie asked, staring up at Mr.Wonka. Mr.Wonka stared at the wall in front of him. He looked as if he was in deep thought. Y/n tried talking to him but it didn't seem to work. Eventually, she walked up to him and squeezed his hand softly. She smiled at the sensation. He then snapped out of his trance. "I'm sorry I was having a flashback," he spoke.
"I see," Veruca's father said, pulling Veruca further away from Mr.Wonka. "These flashbacks happen often?" Mr.Teavee asked, eyeing Mike out of the corner of his eye. "Increasingly... today," Mr.Wonka let out a little giggle as he picked up his cane and continued to walk.

Everyone continued down the hall until they reached a small vault-like door which read:

Nut sorting room

"Ah, this is a room I know all about. You see, I myself am in the nut sorting buisness," Mr.Salt says as he pulls what y/n assumes to be a buisness card out of his pocket and hands it to Mr.Wonka, only for him to throw it behind himself whilst Veruca's father was not looking causing y/n to stiffle a small laugh. "Are you using the hammermax 4000 to do your sorting?" Mr.Salt asks, looking straight at Mr.Wonka's face. "No," Mr. Wonka laughs before saying "you're really weird,"

Everyone enters the nut sorting room and it greeted by a metal fence with a gate in the middle. On the other side of the fence were a lot of squirrels bashing and throwing nuts. "Squirrels!" Veruca exclaims.
"Yeah squirrels! These squirrels are specially trained to get the nuts out of shells." Mr.Wonka states proudly as everyone watches the squirrels in awe. "Why squirrels? Why not use oompa loompa's?" Mr.Salt questions after a whole of silence. "Because only squirrels can get the whole walnut out almost every time. Oh look look! See, I think that ones got a bad nut." He says, pointing to a certain squirrel. The childishness in his voice made mentally melt. She thought he was cute even though others probably did he think he was kinda strange.

"Daddy I want a squirrel! Get me one of those squirrels." Veruca exclaims after observing for a while. "Veruca, dear, you have many marvelous pets," her father tries to convince her otherwise. "All I've got at home is one pony and two dogs and four cats and six bunny rabbits and two parakeets and two canaries and a green parrot and a turtle and a silly old hamster! I want a squirrel," Veruca retorts.

Charlie looks up at y/n and taps her. She looks at him. " That's a lot." he states, y/n just nods. "Alright pet, daddy will get you a squirrel just as soon as he possibly can."

"But I don't want any squirrel. I want a trained squirrel." Veruca adds.
"Very well," Mr. Salt coughs, clearing his throat "Mr.Wonka, how much do you want for one of those squirrels. Name your price," he says, trying to sound appealing. Mr.Wonka looks at him confused and slightly in shock.
"Oh, they're not for sale. She can't have one." he replies casually.
"Daddy." Veruca snaps her head round to face her father with a stern face.

"I'm sorry darling, Mr.Wonka's being unreasonable," Mr.Wonka perfectly imitates Veruca's father. Y/n found it lightly amusing and sniggered from the corner. Veruca glared at her and Mr.Wonka smiled at her a little. Y/n smiled, causing Veruca to turn back around. "If you won't get me a squirrel then I'll get one myself," she states, reaching for the metal gate that blocked the staircase from connecting  to the outside of the room. "Veruca," her father warned. Mr.Wonka opened his mouth to speak but y/n got there sooner. "Little girl," she said. Mr.Wonka stared at her for a moment before snapping back into reality.  "Veruca come back here at once!" Mr.Salt shouted as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Veruca approached a small line of squirrels and they all turned to look at her. "Little girl, don't touch those squirrels nuts! It'll make them crazy!" Mr.Wonka exclaimed. "I'll have you.." Veruca says to herself as she reaches out to grab the squirrel in front of her.

Suddenly, all of the squirrels jumped on her, causing her to stumble backwards. "Veruca!" Mr.Salt shouted in a panicked voice as he shook the metal fence. "Hey miss l/n, pass me those keys on the wall next to you," Mr.Wonka turns around and asks with a grin. "Sure thing," y/n says, reaching for the keys "and call me y/n," she adds, tossing him the keys and smiling brightly. "Gotta find the key," he says under his breath as he starts searching through the multiple keys on the chain. "No, not that one,"

"Daddy!" Veruca screamed as the squirrels managed to pin her down to the floor. "There it is," Mr.Wonka said. "There it isn't," he said after trying it out on the gate just to see that it didn't work. "Daddy I want them to stop!" Veruca called out as the squirrels worked together to pick her up. One squirrel climbs on top of Veruca and harshly knocks on her head as if he's knocking on a door. "What are they doing?" Charlie asks, standing on his tiptoes to try and get a better view at the scene in front. "They're testing. To see if she's a bad nut.... Oh my goodness, looks like she is a bad nut after all.." Mr.Wonka says, his focus still fully on the squirrels. They all work as a team to pick Veruca up and carry her over to the garbage chute. Veruca's nails scrape harshly over the group in the process, leaving dense marks on the surface.

"Daddy!" she yells as the squirrels mercilessly throw her into the chute, the sound of her voice echoing. "Where are they taking her?" Veruca's father panics. "Where all the other nuts go - to the garbage chute," Mr.Wonka says carelessly and casually.  "Well where does the chute go?" Mr.Salt asks, desperate for an answer. "To the incinerator, but don't worry we only light in on Tuesdays," Mr.Wonka smiles reassuringly. "Today is Tuesday." Mike interrupts, rolling his eyes. "There's always the chance they decided not to light it today." Mr.Wonka said, his smile not so reassuring.

The squirrels return to work.

"Now she may just be stuck in the chute somewhere near the top if that's the case all you have to do is reach in and pull her out," Mr.Wonka says, holding the correct key and unlocking the gate slowly. Expectedly, all the oompa loompas come out and start singing about Veruca. Mr.Salt was peering over the chute when at the end of the song, a squirrel ran up behind him and pushed him lightly, causing him to fall into the chute too.

Mr.Wonka looked around quickly to see if anyone else was going to laugh. Of course he saw y/n laughing slightly out of the corner of his eye and he smiled to himself. "Really? Oh good. I've just been informed that the incinerator is broken so there should be about 3 weeks of rotten garbage to break their fall," Mr.Wonka tells everyone after having a small conversation with an oompa loompa. "Well that's good news..." Mike's dad says.

"Yeah..." Mr.Wonka agrees slowly.

this is so bad im so tired my eyes don't even work anymore thanks for the support i don't even know why people read this but i love you all sorry it took me so long to update i got kinda lazy. 💖💘