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...
Charlie had given up screaming for Wonka. He couldn't trust him at this point. Plus, he had already screamed enough times to scratch his throat to pieces. If he wanted to call for help he had to let his throat heal first. He doubted anyone would come, though. It just seemed like it was him and him alone. Except for Mr Willy Wonka. Where he was, Charlie didn't exactly know. But he doubted he was up to any good. And not in some trouble making cartoony prank kind of way. More of in a serial killer way.
Charlie ran through the empty room he had just broken into. He had left the room where Augustus had been made to a chemical liquid where fat was produced, now he was in some sort of plain white room with a cold metal flooring. Nothing interesting. Charlie wasn't looking for anything interesting, though. He was looking for an escape.
He went back to his Grandpa. Whatever had Grandpa Joe done except for being an asshole? He would've mourned him if Joe wasn't a bastard. Instead he was just shaken up. Well, a bit more than that. More fearful that he would share the same fate or something similar. And by the fact he had been so close to sharing his fate. Luckily the Fizzy Lifting Drink had worn off before he had the chance to be butchered and chopped to ribbons and had fallen down that sharp... Circle thing in the middle of the room. Whatever it was. However it lead him here, so that probably wasn't good news.
Absolutely nothing was in this room except for a hose in the corner and a door, right in the middle the ceiling. What kind of idiot puts a door on the ceiling? The room was about two stories high, so if he wanted to try and get out then he might as well just sit there and starve. The door was metal and had that same slide by the looks of it, and there were no other doors to escape. So Charlie just stood there, puzzled and fearful and quite obviously, boiling with rage. He would never get out of here.
However, there was a faint clanking sound coming from nearby. He looked around the room to see if it would help him and looked to where the noise exactly came from. Another pipe on the floor in the corner. Looked like an oversized hose. He walked up to it, examining it's insides. He realised it was just big enough for him to crawl through and he took the chance to make his way through.
It reminded him alot of the tunnel he had seen when they had just begun the tour. The one where he saw Mr Slugworth. Mr Slugworth! Gosh, Charlie had forgotten all about him during the tour? Charlie stuffed a hand in his pocket anxiously, checking if his everlasting gobstopper was still there. Thankfully, it was. If he was getting out of here at least he had enough money to feed the overworked poor family. He doubted he was getting out alive, though.
His surroundings turned completely black the deeper he went into the tube. Deeper and deeper. But then he decided against going deeper. He paused, holding in his breath when he heard it again. A gurgling noise. Louder than ever. Charlie noticed it got louder and louder and louder until it was all he could here, but before he could run away, boiling hot liquid was sprayed at him in every direction suddenly. He screamed out, or choked on boiling melted chocolate, burning any part of skin that had already hadn't been burnt. Charlie went tumbling out due to the fascinating amount of pressure, falling into the metal tiled floor he had found himself on. Chocolate covered his body and continued to pour through the large pipe, holding him under. He yelled out and tried to get himself away from the building river of chocolate smothering him. He thrashed and grabbed and pulled and threw but his restraints continued to pull him down.
The flowing suddenly stopped abruptly, and Charlie took the chance to get out of the chocolate river. He jumped up, boiling hot melted chocolate dripping off his blood covered body. He choked out the brown liquid, rubbing at his eyes to clear his blurry vision.
"Fuck! Fuck you Mr Wonka! Ack-"
Another river of Chocolate started to squirt out once again. The pressure pushed him right back to the ground. He swallowed up the albeit good tasting, but, I'll say this one last time, boiling chocolate splashed him right to the floor once again. Charlie fought harder this time. And this time he managed to get out of the current of chocolate.
The chocolate filled the bottom of the room, right to Charlie's ankles. Charlie had to figure out how to get out of this room without drowning. He definitely wasn't going back the recent room he went it. You know, with Augustus. But other than that he had no choice. Except the other door. Which was currently on the ceiling.
Charlie had no time to think before he was hit with another wave of chocolate. He screamed and screamed at the running chocolate pool got higher and higher. It paused, then the hose burst again. At this point, the hose was sinking itself. Charlie however wasn't sinking. He fought back, swimming to the top of the chocolates surface. Now the pool was nearly half way up the roof.
Another blast once again. A short one this time though, thankfully. Now it really was halfway up the roof. Charlie wiped away drying chocolate from his eyes, going higher and higher to the ceiling. Then it hit him. If he keeps swimming up higher and higher to the ceiling, he'll be able to reach the door! That was it right?
Although it was a struggle, Charlie thrashed and pushed himself higher up, anxiously waiting for the one moment he would reach the top. The hose kept shooting out chocolate again again and again, and gasping for air Charlie kept on swimming. Now it was nearly to the top. If Charlie could just reach out he would be able to reach the door. He screamed out, demanding another blast of chocolate go. Another blast almost instantly. He went higher and higher until he could finally grade the cold metal doors surface with his outreached hand.
Another blast and he grabbed at the door, thrusting it open towards him. He thrust on the handle angrily and fearfully, a boiling mixture in the deep of his stomach brewing. The door didn't open however.
Charlies chocolate covered eyes shot open to see the sudden problem, noticing the piano lock. He yelled out in a mixture of emotions. He frantically opened the slide and hastily played the tune. No click. Again, he played the tune more carefully this time, trying to make sure his fingers didn't slip. A click. He immediately thrust open the door and latched his hands onto the doors inside, almost slipping. Charlie hoisted himself up and a final blast of chocolate sent him up.
Charlie crawled through the door and shut it quickly. Although it was hard due to his slippery hands, he managed to shut it before chocolate could fill the room he was now in.
Speaking of the room he was in... What room really was he in now?
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