Mad Chocolate (short tale)

Chapter 1

Ever wondered what happened to Willy Wonka after he took Charlie in to be his heir? Well... first he taught him everything he needed to know about the factory, it was a lot and took years. But Charlie was a quick learner and soon he didn't need a teacher anymore. Sure, the factory was still Willy Wonka's possession and greatest treasure, but Charlie took charge so well, he decided to take some time of to find new inspirations or recipes. So he did.

'Bye bye' he had said, to the now 19 year old Charlie 'I'll be back when I'm back, or maybe I won't be!' He waved through the glass wall of the elevator and took off. He travelled the world for a while, but even that became boring. He needed something new and exiting. Something extraordinary! Something, something not from this world. Willy Wonka was lost in his thoughts and didn't seen the tree. The glass box made an awful lot of noise when it hit it. Willy Wonka got out, the glass box was still in one piece. It had 'landed' in a field, surrounded by trees. The trees were made of wood; Willy Wonka found that just a little bit disappointing. He kept walking until he came across a big abandoned house. The house looked like it had once been very, very beautiful. But years of rain, wind and no one to take care of it, had wore it down. Willy Wonka, who was immediately fascinated by the enormous plants, that seem to be growing trough the bricks, decided to take a closer look. Maybe one of the plants tasted delicious; maybe he could find his inspiration here! He walked around the house, looking for a way in and stopped in front of a large window. Curiously he looked through the glass; the room behind the window was completely empty, except for one large mirror. The mirror seemed strangely familiar and Willy Wonka had the weirdest feeling,it was like the mirror was calling to him. It was really weird, so he had to get to it. After a few minutes he found a hole in the wall, that was wide enough for him. Though he wasn't a large man, he was tall and most of the holes in the wall we're partly blocked by rocks and plants. This one seemed fine. He squeezed through and immediately found his way to the mirror. It wasn't hard to find it's way to the room again, since the mirror was still whispering to him, like a voice, tickling the edge of his ears. He couldn't understand the words. The smooth and shiny surface, was weirdly clean compared to the rest of the room. Willy Wonka walked slowly towards the mirror, like it could attack him somehow, if he moved to fast. Than he suddenly jumped towards it, as if he was attacking it. That wasn't a very smart move, as he jumped and landed; he tripped and fell towards the mirror. Through the mirror. Willy Wonka laughed when he fell. And kept falling. He was the kind of person that enjoyed danger any day. He kept on falling and falling and falling and after a while it wasn't funny anymore. He was happy when he landed. Not at all thrown off by falling through a mirror, or just falling for hours. Willy Wonka started to explore his landing spot. He was standing in the middle of a forest. Instead of trees, all different kinds of enormous mushrooms were growing everywhere. Some had doors and windows in them. 'Wonderful! I wonder how they taste haha!' Willy Wonka shouted. He started to collect samples, but got distracted when he heard a soft sound coming from far away, carried by the wind. It was the same voice he had heard through the mirror. With some pieces of the mushrooms still clenches in his hands, he started to follow the sound. 'Why.....like.....desk' the closer he got the more he could understand 'why is ... like a.... desk' until he saw the source of the words. A tall man with a pale face and bright, orange, curly hair was walking in circles. He was wearing a brown coat, a colourful bow tie and a large hat with a peacock feather attached to it. Willy Wonka liked his look. The man didn't notice him and kept talking to himself while walking 'why is a raven like a writing desk... why is a raven like a writing desk'. Willy Wonka coughed loudly. The man looked up, he had beautiful big yellow eyes, or maybe they were green, it was hard to say 'why is a raven like a writing desk?' This time he asked it directly to Willy Wonka. He had to think about that for a minute 'I suppose' he said slowly 'they're the same because you can spill soup on both of them, did you know I invented chewing gum that tastes like soup? Among other things..' The green or yellow-eyed man smiled in surprise, it was a beautifully mad smile. 'Yes, yes!' he called out 'soup, that might be the answer indeed!' He extended a hand 'Hatter' he said 'named after my father, his name is Zanik' Willy Wonka shook his hand 'Willy, Willy Wonka' he said 'but you can call me Bob. Actually don't call me that, because Bob isn't my name. Just call me Willy Wonka. Do you know where I am? Yes' Hatter said 'you are right here of course!' Willy Wonka nodded 'yes that is true! True indeed yes....' He paused for a second 'But I meant what place, city, land, mountain, moon village or city haha! Oh' Hatter said 'Well Alice would say Wonderland!'