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

Chapter seven 🍭 Princess, Cowboy, Fat, Chewer, Poor, and the Chocolatier

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Augustus Gloop sat on the side, stuffing a dusted donut down his throat. He didn't take time to chew, but it didn't look like he cared. His mouth opened and closed over and over again rhythmically. His mother smiled and waved to crowds and cameras. She wore layers and layers of eyeliner and eye shadow, an almost neon red lipstick staining her lips and a deep pink blush. Charlie noted that she wasn't good at hiding her wrinkles. She wore German like clothing, small gold buttons embedded into her coat. Actually, her son wore something similar. He looked just like her really... Just younger and a boy.

Next was Veruca Salt, the spoilt russian princess. Well, she liked to think she was anyways. She wore a bright red dress, obviously trying to catch peoples eyes. Over it was a mink coat that probably cost more than whoever made them would ever see in there life. She smiled, waving at camera's and scowling at her dad at times. Her dad looked tired and miserable, but was obviously trying to seem happy and proud of her daughter's achievement. Well, his workers achievement anyways. Mr. Salt actually ran a peanut company, but he had to shut down the place for a while, making the workers open chocolate wrappers for barely a cent a day. He made them work until their fingers were bruised and bleeding, or, well, until they found the golden ticket. His dark eye bags hung low and he sulked as his daughter commanded him to get the cameras on her. Charlie could just feel bad for him.

Next was Voilet Baureguard. She wore all blue, except for a red ribbon holding her brown hair back. That was the first thing Charlie noticed about her. He had never seen such a deep blue before, but he shrugged it off. She waved at crowds, holding her chewed up gum in the air to show everyone. Her dad politely waved too, smiling at people and talking to Mr. Salt. He seemed like a formal man, wearing a simple grey suit with his hair slicked back. It looked like Mr. Salt and him were getting along just find, having a laugh here and then. A nice man, Charlie thought.

Next was the cowboy, Mike Teavee. He yelled things at camera's, talking about how he was on TV. He pulled out his toy gun, playfully shooting at crowds and cameras. His mum seemed completely ordinary, wearing formal clothes and a coat. Like everyone else, she waved and smiled.

Charlie sat with his Grandpa, trying to make conversation but only getting small answers. Joe seemed stuck in his head, anxious. He fiddled around with his suit, tapping his foot on the ground rapidly. Charlie didn't bother him, rather just sitting. He would've liked to talk to the kids if they weren't so occupied. Cameras flashed and people recorded him. He smiled, knowing he was on TV. He wanted to look polite, no matter how much of a bad person he was. He had been teaching himself how to seem innocent and like a normal eleven year old, and he was putting it to use.

They waited for about thirty minutes before a bell started to ring. The crowds of people looked up to the clock on one of the tall towers.

Ten o'clock.

Charlie grasped at Grandpa, unable to take the excitement. He squealed in delight, and it seemed the other winners thought the same. Everyone was silent, waiting for the moment Willy Wonka himself would pop out. It was so quiet that the sounds of everyone's breathing seemed to be muted. Even the tweets of birds. The sound of camera's and the sound of feet on the floor. Everything had just paused. It even seemed like the clouds stopped moving.

Then a door clicking open could be heard.

Out came a wobbling skinny figure. The crowds wailed and clapped until they realised the strange person walking towards them. He had crazy messy hair full of dead ends, and wore an odd colourful suit. He was quite lanky and tall. The man looked about forty, his faced slightly aged and wrinkled. The man limped, dragging his right foot on the red carpet that led to the gates. He held a cane and his shoulders lifted everytime he took a step. He look to the floor miserably, whimpering everytime he took a step. He took antagonizingly long to get to the gates, but just before he could, his cane got stuck in between the brick floor. He hobbled over, and slowly began the fall. The confused audience gasped, but when they saw him do a flip and stand on his two feet, they cheered.

Charlie already liked him.

He opened the gates, beckoning the children to come to him. Veruca pushed Voilet over, running to him. People clapped for her, and a familiar scar faced man held out his thumbs up.

"Miss Veruca Salt," she said. She held out a hand. Wonka proudly took it and firmly shook it.

"Why, hello there, dear Varuca," Wonka said, taking her ticket. Charlie never thought he would be able hear his voice. "Well, what a lovely coat! I hope it doesn't get ruined, dear."

"I've got three at home!"

Wonka nodded and asked her and her father to stand next to him. Voilet was next. She handed him the ticket, giving him a teeth grin.

"Voilet Baureguard, number one gum chewer," she said as she handed him her ticket.

"I've heard. How long have you been chewing that gum?"

"Nearly a year, sir!" She proudly announced. Wonka laughs and motions to her to stand with Veruca.

"Augustus Gloop," said the German boy. He handed him the ticket and shook his hand.

"My, my," Wonka said. "It's lovely to meet you. And in such a good shape! Why don't you stand with the rest, Augustus, my dear."

Wonka wiped his hands on his purple frock coat. He saw the little cowboy heading towards him and smiled widely. "Well howdy there, cowboy!"

"Here's you're ticket, pal," Mike said. He pulled out his toy gun and pretended to shoot at him. "WHAM! You're dead!"

Wonka pretended to grab at a wound then swiftly grabbed his ticket from him, giggling to himself. Mike went over to the other winners himself. His mother followed, shaking Wonka's hand as she did so.

Then it was Charlie's turn. Charlie felt he could barely walk under his gaze, but Grandpa Joe pushed him towards the tall crazy looking man. The chocolatier smiled widely at him, just as he did with the other children. Grandpa Joe was the first to shake his hand, rather hardly.

"You're his grandad, I presume?" Wonka asked. He shook Joe's hand just as hard as he was shaking his. Joe shook his head eagerly, grabbing Charlie by the shoulders and pushing him towards Wonka. "And you're Charlie Bucket?"

"Y-yes sir." Charlie mentally kicked himself for sounding so timid and shy. He tried to calm himself down, but when Wonka grabbed his cane and started to walk the children off, all his worries left him.

He couldn't believe it.

He spoke with Willy Wonka himself.

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