Poppycock | Willy Wonka x OFC

Willy's lips set a hard line, then, finally, he spoke.

"Now, this, Veronica, is exactly why I swore off humanity for years. Yeah. I trusted you, I really did. There's just so much terribleness in the world right now that it's eaten all the terribleness inside of me. I can barely find anymore niceness. Poor little me."

A tactic, perhaps, of manipulation. "I want you to be honest with me, Mr. Wonka."

"Always have been."

I hesitated for a moment. "Would you ever even try to connect with people of our world? Romantically?"

"Well, no. I'd imagined I'd grow old, fashionable ... lovingly lonely."

At this point, nothing he said was such a shocker for me any further, even if he constantly contradicted himself. A glower from me must have been obvious, because I sensed a hint of fear from the slight twitch of his eyebrows.

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Remorse, grief and compassion. Just months after learning the importance of family, what would come of the disturbances Willy Wonka faces during a shortage of love? Does he need it, or is there such thing as too much love? Veronica Vance sits on the throne of humility through the Buckets until her enigmatic obsession twists her words...