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

Chapter Thirteen 🍭 I Want It Now!

A/N: Willy Wonka is just creepy throughout this entire scene. I mean, look how calm he looks and how calm he is when she literally falls into the furnace. Idk about you but he's definitely a serial killer. Also I will be doing that fizzy lifting drink part after this one. I hope that's okay??? Love you all :)

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"I'm sorry for the wait, my friends," said Wonka as he strolled into the room with fruit flavoured nursery walls. "Just had to talk with the Oompa Loompa's!"

The children stopped licking at flavoured stickers of exotic fruits and turned around to Wonka. The whole room was a tiny hallway with a large metal door at the end, which Charlie assumed was the next room. There was nothing that facinating about this room, surprisingly. All except for the walls which tastes like fruits when you liked them. Tasted dirty though. Like people had been rubbing their unwashed hands all over the wallpaper. Also tasted like glue.

Wonka smiled and patted Charlie on the head. "Those silly Oompa Loompa's," he said through giggles. Charlie nodded happily.

"Oompa Loompa's," muttered Mr Salt, rolling his eyes.

"Well, my children? Who would like to see the next room?"

The room filled with noises of yes's and me's, but the parents weren't so enthusiastic. They looked frightened, shaking and fiddling. Also seemed a bit awkward as they just stood there silently. Just like how Grandpa Joe was the entire tour.

Wonka nodded, smiling. " Great decision. You're going to be wild about this room."

The children followed the tall man through the large metal door right next to the nursery walls. On the door was written 'THE GEESE ROOM' in large bold font. Underneath it had a red warning sign that spelt out 'STAY FAR AWAY FROM GEESE'. Charlie's eyes widened and his brows raised. What on earth did birds have to do with Chocolate? Wonka was always full of surprises, he reminded himself.

When Willy Wonka opened the door, the tour group entered a white pristine room, coloured with a little purple, yellow, and green here and there. There were tables where Oompa Loompa's rubbed on large golden round objects with colourful cloth. But that wasn't the most amazing thing. On the ceiling were small platforms of hay, and on the hay lay collosal sized geese. Their feathers quivered in the slight breeze that whooshed through the factory and their beaks were snapping away at hay. The teeth on their snouts were sharp, menacing and vicious. Threatening to chop someone up in a single bite. The overgrown beasts honked at eachother and the tour group gaped in awe.

"What on earth-"

"I know what you're thinking... They can't be doing what they're doing. But they are. They have to. I haven't met the Oompa Loompa yet who could do it. These are the geese that lay the golden eggs. As you can see, they're larger than ordinary geese. As a matter of fact, they're quadruple size geese which produce octuple size eggs. They're laying overtime right now for Easter."

"But it's not Easter!" Mike corrected.

Wonka grabbed the boy by his jaw, rather harshly placing a hand over his mouth and nose. The boy struggled to get out of his grasp but failed. Not surprising. Mike was half of Wonka's size, and Charlie couldn't see a nine year old fighting a middle aged man half his height. Wonka hushed the little cowboy. "They don't know that... I'm trying to get ahead for next year..."

"What happens if you drop one, Wonka?" Mr Salt asked him.

"An omelet fit for a king, sir."

Veruca butted in. "Are they golden eggs?" She asked.