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

Chapter Four 🍬 Third Finder and honey combs

TW/ CHILD TORTURE AND EMETAPHOBIA

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Hi, folks, Sam Beauregarde here, Square Deal Sam to you, with all of today's great giveaway bargains. The finest values you'll get anywhere in the entire country. Now this little number right here's a four door sedan-"

"Shut it, Dad! Here it is, golden ticket number three and it's all mine!"

"Tell us how it happened, Voilet."

"Well I'm a gum chewer normally, but when I heard about these ticket things of Wonka's I laid off the gum and switched to candy bars instead. Now of course I'm right back on gum! I chew it all day except from mealtimes when I stick it behind my ear-"

"Voilet-"

"Cool it, Mother! And this piece of gum here is the one I've been chewing on for three months solid! And that's a world record! It's beating the world record held by my best friend, Miss Cornelia prinzmetel... And boy was she mad! Hi Cornelia, Hiya sweetie!"

Charlie watched the TV in the class. He watched as a familiar man whispered into the chewing gum girls ear. God, all these children kept rubbing in how he had no food. He just wish he could kill them too and take all their sweets and golden ticket. All his...

"Charlie," Said the teacher. Charlie woke up from his dazed state, staring right at him. "Do you mind showing the class how you do it?"

Do it? Charlie thought, confused. He looked down to the baking soda and bottle of vinegar. Oh, right! "Yes, sir," Charlie said. He grabbed the baking soda and started to pour small bits of it into the vinegar. Suddenly, the glass of vinegar started to bubble, and next thing Charlie knew there was a mixture of vinegar and baking soda almost filling the bottle.

The class didn't have much of a reaction. In fact, they just blankly stared at their own bottles with their happy smiles. They were always smiling. Always. They were so happy.

"Well done, Charlie!" Said the teacher. "That's a star for you! Usually the first try it goes completely wrong. And you see children, this happens because of a chemical reaction. A chemical reaction is..."

Charlie could just stare. His mind began to think it's own thoughts with its own clogs and wires. He thought back to sweets... Candy canes... Cotton candy... Caramels... Lollipops... Licorice... Gobstoppers...

Suddenly he craved sweets.

And blood.

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The little boy walked silently, the bag of honeycomb crinkling in his hands. He took a few bites before turning a corner into a dark alley at the end of the road. The only light was a street lamp with an orange glow lighting up his way. The night was glacial, and seemed even colder in the alley, so he wrapped the winter coat around him tighter. The sun had begun to set and rain clouds had covered the dark greyish blue sky. The little boy had never seen such a dark colour in the sky before. It was often sunny and bright, but he supposed summer was coming to an end. He continued to walk until he heard a whimper. Curiously, he turned, and behind him was a boy. The boy was probably older than him, probably eleven years old. He was stumbling, grabbing his side and making that sad whimpering noise. He also had a surprisingly large backpack he carried. Judging by his appearance he seemed healthy. A little starved but healthy none the less. However, his limp said otherwise.

"Hello..?" The boy looked up to see the little boy. He started to limp forward a little faster than before.

"Please! Help! I-I'm hurt!" Said the boy. He had blood gushing from his side which he grabbed. The little boy's eyes widened.