On time (Willy Wonka x reader)

On time (Willy Wonka x reader)

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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞. □■□■□ Two friends, separated by distance, brought back together by chance. But friendship is often more feeble than we believe, and the time separated might just have caused all that was left of a man's compassion to wither away. □■□■□ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. □■□■□ TWs: bodily horror, gore, death, torture of minors, probably more I can't think of Reader discretion is advised □■□■□ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞!
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