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

Chapter Twenty One 🍭 Voilet Baureguarde

A/N: hi bitches I lost my creativity so sorry if this is shit 💅✨
Also don't ask about the audio above its just what my brain sounds like ✨💅

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Logically, he would've just left the room and try and get out of this god forsaken factory like anyone else would. But Charlie was curious, no matter how bad the consequences of his curiosity was. He wanted to learn things, to probably make things for his own. And currently he was looking at little machinery of a mechanical wonder. Something that looked exactly like... Oh, what was it called? The gum machine? Obviously one of Wonkas contraptions. Or maybe a torture device.

Despite the past events, Charlie carefully placed some small candies on his tongue. They were blue, tiny, round little things. Extremely sweet as well. The outside was rough, hard and sour, but within the ball of sweetness was a refreshing blue substance. Charlie recognised it as blueberry. Or something fruity.

He only tasted one, since he didn't want to test his luck. If he remembered properly he had just tried to eat a human foot. Who did it belong to anyways? Certainly wasn't Augustus, he only had two feet. Not twenty.

"I suppose we're not the only ones who have been in here" Charlie said aloud. Sure, it sounded like a cheesy horror movie line but it was true. Some other people had been killed here. Not exactly sure who, though. Maybe the Oompa Loompa's? No, they're skin was orange... Other children? Surely not. He hadn't heard of any children who had gone missing in his area, except of course his victims. The man with the trolley? He mentioned workers and spies... Whatever happened to the workers?

Charlie paused, blueberry gobstopper seconds from popping into his mouth. He had been told by the trolley man that workers had been fired before Wonka had gone into a complete shut down. Something about them spying. Spies coming in and taking his recipes, was it? He wasn't sure. Maybe the trolley man was lying.

'Up the airy mountain, down the rushing glen. We dare not go a-hunting for fear of little men. You see... Nobody ever goes in... and nobody ever comes out!'

Oh. Now Charlie remembered.

Charlie put the gobstobber down hesitantly and moved over to the other sweets. One thing he noticed was that every sweet here was blue. He also noticed the wet substance all over the walls. Sticky too, apparently.

Back to his thoughts, though. He had been told that workers had come here to, well, work. But others had different intentions. Spies were coming in and out disguised as workers. Especially Slugworth. They were stealing his recipes, claiming them of their own and selling them in their own shops. Apparently, Wonka panicked and of course went shit down the factory. Ever since then he hadn't been seen. Until now.

Why had he panicked so much that he had to shut down the place. Surely he was overreacting. Then Charlie remembered the dead children and parents currently scattered around the factory. Okay, maybe he wasn't overreacting.

Did the trolley man have anything to do with this, Charlie pondered. If he knew about the little men, then he knew about the Oompa Loompa's. And if he knew about the Oompa Loompa's then that meant he surely had gone into the factory before. So if he was in the factory, why on earth was he carrying around so many knives?

This place was making him question anything, and it was really getting to his small undeveloped brain.

He moved along a conveyor belt that was shooting out blue square objects. Plain and boring. Nothing Willy Wonka would make. Beside of it was another machine that was bubbling with some sort of blue liquid. Then there was a string hung up off the ceiling to the floor that was being cut up with a guillotine like knife from the the top to the bottom. Then there were sticks moving along a metallic frame, sticking into, surprise, blue liquid. Perhaps it was making lollipops?

Snapping back into reality, he looked for a door. He needed to get out of here. He sped up, dashing off into the bright blue room full of machines.

It was surprisingly easy to find. He expected there to be some sort of trap or... Something like that. Rather instead the door was just at the end of the room. One thing he noticed was the tube connected to the ceiling to the white metal tiles. Through the glass, was a visible blue slime pouring down. Some strange blue... Paper came through as well through a sliding door. The pipes ran along the walls and into machinery. So that what where that stuff was coming from. Didn't explain the stuff on the walls.

Oh well, just another one of Wonkas contraptions. Or torture device. Whatever you want to call it. Charlie took one last look behind him, thanking the gods that he didn't die during his exploration, and wondered into the metal door only meant for workers.

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