Willy Wonka x The Once-Ler

Cliche Coffee Shop One-Shot

Once-Ler strode down the side walk. His pink thneed lightly and guitar lightly bounced against his body as he marched to town. He saw a coffee shop and decided to grab a drink before he got to selling. Walking inside, Once-Ler crosses an arm over his chest. His other arm's elbow rested on his first arm as his index and thumb pinched his chin in thought. He silently thought and occasionally mumbled to himself as his blue eyes scanned over the menu.

Once he got up to the counter he told the barista his order. She nodded and hurried off to make his drink as he paid.

The barista came back with his order and placed it on the counter. She called his name and said that his order was ready. Once-Ler's head perked and he made his way to his drink. He grabbed it and took a small sip.

Once-Ler exited the coffee shop and turned to continue to town square. However, he collided with someone. Resulting in his new drink being spilled all over the stranger.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't see you ther-" Once-Ler began to apologize but stopped before he finished.

The stranger had bent down to pick up his goggle-like glasses that must've fallen off when they ran into each other.

They began cleaning their glasses as Once-Ler stared in awe at the person. LaWdY, tHeY wErE hAwT.

Once-ler stumbled over his words as he tried to say something.

"I- yo- sor- um- I'm- uh... you're hawt." Once-Ler muttered out.

The bob-haired person stopped cleaning off their glasses and looked at Once-Ler confusingly. His purple eyes then brightened.

"My, my. You're a good looking nut aren't cha. 🥵"

Once-Ler blushed. "I could say the same to you."

"The names Willy. Willy Wonka." Willy greeted.

"O-onceler." He introduces.

"Say there. I own a chocolate factory and make the finest chocolate. How would you feel about coming back to my factory and I'll give you my wonka bar. 😘"

"Oh. I would be delighted to go to your factory chocolate man." Once-Ler sighed dreamily.

Then Willy took Once-Ler back to his factory and tickled his pickle. The end.