yeah, the title.
not saying that Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory isn't already a horror thing, cause I mean... it is... This was inspired by Wonky Willy, on YouTube. It's really interesting and has amazing special effects, you should really wa...
TW/ MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE I hope this isn't offensive to anyone and if it is, please tell me and I'll fix it. Remember that if you are going through any sort of abuse, please tell someone and get help. I hope you are all okay :)
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"Grandma's! Grandpa's! Mum!"
The family turned around to see the screaming child, waving something around in his hands frantically.
"Charlie! Calm down! What is it?" Joe yelled, and Charlie rushed to him to show him what he had found.
"The golden ticket it's mine!" Charlie shoved the ticket into his grandpa's hands. Oh, he would be so proud of him!
The whole family gathered around to see the gold foil. They're eyes were wide and jaws on the floor in awe and shock. Charlie waited for them to say something, smiling so widely that it seemed inhuman. The whole room was so quiet that Charlie could hear his pounding heart. He wished he could scream, to yell, to jump around and go crazy. Try and make some sort of noise and snap the family out of their trance. He had never felt so much thrill in his life. Honestly, he thought he would have a panic attack.
"Charlie, quit getting our hopes up," Mum said, sighing and crossing her arms. "This is a sick joke."
"No! No! It's real! Grandpa, read it!" Charlie pointed to the foil and squealed like a pig. Grandpa Joe took a few moments to react.
"Greetings to you, the lucky finder of this golden ticket. From Mr. Willy Wonka," Grandpa Joe said, looking dazed and hypnotized. The whole family listened in anticipation, fiddling and making sure to be quiet and holding their breath in. "Present this ticket at the factory gates at ten 'o' clock. The morning of the first day of October and do not be late. You may bring with you one member of your own family... And only one... But no one else."
The family gawked. Charlie was so happy that he felt hot tears almost spring in his eyes. He looked around to the shocked family, mentally screaming and having a party.
"Charlie, I..."
"Yes, Grandpa?"
...
"You're taking me with you."
Charlie stared at the old man, smile fading. He didn't want to bring him... No. He just thought he wanted him to get the ticket and... It was only because he wanted to go to a famous chocolate factory... To be on TV...
The grandparents grabbed the ticket and passed them around to eachother, mumbling and having their own conversation. Charlie stared blankly. He could grab that knife if he wanted to and stab him. He would love to do that. But he felt like he couldn't move in Joe's gaze. Joe grabbed his arm tightly, digging his nails into the poor boys skin. It was no longer a warning. It was a threat. Charlie slumped over. He knew Joe wouldn't take it lightly if he said no.
He thought back to chocolates and golden tickets rather than grandparents. His smile returned. How many chocolates he could taste and steal. He could feed his entire family with all that chocolate. His family would be so proud! Maybe even him and Joe could learn to get along!
"Sure!" Charlie nodded, and Grandpa Joe let go of him. Reluctantly, Grandpa Joe looked over to his family. He then slowly but forcefully put his feet on the floor. The family gasped in shock. He can walk now!
Charlie frowned. Did his family really think he was ill?
Joe pushed himself off the bed, pretending to stumble. Charlie tried his best not to roll his eyes. Joe grabbed onto the table by the kitchen, laughing and clapping.
"Look at me!" Joe laughed. Jumping up and down. His family gasped again, all except Charlie. Joe smiled and started to prance. "Why look! I can walk!"
The grandparents whooped and clapped. Everyone was smiling and cheering for grandpa Joe and Charlie's accomplishment. Mum followed him around, making sure he wouldn't fall and passing him a cane. "It's a miracle!"
"I've got a golden ticket, Charlie!"
Oh yeah, thought Charlie. Grandpa Joe has the ticket that grandpa Joe found. Alright. Sure.
Joe went to the box of shoes on the floor, throwing some behind him, not caring if it hurt anyone or if it made a huge mess. He reached to the bottom, pulling out a pair of decrepit leather boots covered with wrinkles and muddy stains. He laughed and put them on. "We have to get ready! We're going tomorrow! Brush your hair! Shine your shoes! Get your clothes!"
Charlie laughed at Grandpa's weak attempt at staggering and falling, Mum screeching and telling him he should calm down. "I've got a golden ticket!" He screamed again. If he yelled once more his vocal cords would explode. "Shoes! Clothes! Hats! Get all you need Charlie it's tomorrow!"
Charlie turned, rolling his eyes as he did so. He couldn't believe his family was falling for his tricks. He went upstairs, going to his trunk of sweaters and trousers. He pulled out a blue aged warm and wooly jumper. It would keep him warm in the freezing winter air. Then he pulled out some grey trousers. He would help his mum clean his and grandpa Joe's clothes tomorrow. Joe would definitely just sit and do nothing to help. The bastard.
Charlie looked outside his bedroom window. Or, rather, hole. He stared out at the palace like factory, watching smoke pour out into the dark sky. He watched as the lights spelt out as 'WONKA' lit up and light filled that area. Almost like it was trying to make itself look like the most important place in the city. Well, really, it was. He smiled, thinking about creamy chocolate, all he could eat sweets, new friends, golden tickets, good family relationships, and...
Willy wonka himself.
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