Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory But it's a Horror Book

Chapter One 🍭 Golden Tickets

TW/ MENTIONS OF VERBAL ABUSE
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Charlie observed through the window of the sweet shop entrance. His stomach churned and flipped as he watched the children grab and thrash, stuffing their faces with various sweets and treats of luxurious delicacies. Gobstobber's were thrown into mouths and lollipops were licked until they were flat pieces of sugar on sticks. His mind screamed to join in on the fun, to eat and eat all the satisfactory sweets that sat on the displays and all the shelves. The marshmallow chocolates squished around in children's mouths, and he wanted to rip it from their hands and eat it all himself. The children tore apart caramel with their molars, and other children filled entire strips of licorice into their mouth. Children gnashed on chewing gum, blowing bubbles right into each others faces. Gummies were chewed on until all that was left was sticky torn up bits of coloured jelly in their mouths.

Charlie felt a pain tug at his stomach. All the images of hungry children eating like ravished animals made him hungry. Fortunately, he had his first paycheck, which he would celebrate when he got home. He bought a large loaf he could share with his family at the bakery down the road, instead of having that disgusting home grown cabbage soup. If you could call it that. It was more water full of maggots and soil than anything. Honestly, he wanted the bread just for himself, but he told himself that wasn't the right way to go. After all, his family were just as starving as him.

Oh, right! Home! He was late! Eyes wide, he dashed home with a loaf of bread between his arms. In his other arm, were the papers. As he passed houses, he threw the papers at people's doors, over fences, and even at people. He was rather lazy with his job and instead of just giving the people the news politely, he would throw them around instead. He knew people hated him for that, but really, he couldn't give less of a shit. It got work over and done with and that was a positive to him.

He passed the old antique looking factory, built with swirling patterns on the yellow and brown brick floors, and towers that almost reached to the clouds. Smoke and steam flew out from multiple chimneys, flying and disappearing into thin air. Ah, Willy Wonka's factory. The factory that produced the most luxurious and delectable chocolates and sweets. No one knew how he did it. He always managed to shock everyone with his new inventions, though. Everyone suspected that he was some sort of mad scientist because of his strange concoctions, and technically he was. Ice cream that never melted, bubblegum that grew to enormous sizes, chocolate eggs that were made from pure gold, cigarettes you could eat and would taste like fruit, flavoured water that turned your tongue any colour, and even more unbelievable treats. The building was overcast, dingy and seemed out of place in this small town, and to think that this was a place of joy and cheer was just ridiculous. It didn't seem to look that way. The place pretty much looked deserted. Charlie thought it looked like Dracula's. Or something like that. Thousands of people had tried to break in just to get a look and steal his recipes, mostly spies who used to work for him, but usually they were found due to the massive security system. The manifolds of camera's staring down at the floor, always keeping a lookout for any burglars or sneaky competitors. Breaking in would be a big deal, so Charlie tried his best to tempt himself not to. Plus, his mother wouldn't be so proud of him.

Charlie stared, grasping at the black gates at the front. On the top it spelt out 'WONKA' with swirls and cute little fancy designs ingrained in the metal. Wonka had never come out of that factory, and it seemed like his name imprinted over the place seemed like the closest Charlie could get to him. Well, he used to come out, but one day he just stopped. Charlie hadn't been born yet so he had never got the entire story. Only a few details told by his Grandparents, who were old enough to have probably seen the whole factory being built. Unfortunately, they looked down on his inventions since 'they made children fat and rude'. They were probably just jealous since they had no teeth left in their gums to eat them.