Thread: ~Charlie Bucket and the Amazing Chocolatier~

He smiled and danced with the oompa loompas when they sang for the second time that day. They were obviously prepared to show off for the visitors and had choreographed some before they had arrived. The younger Teavee was driving him nuts and he was just becoming more and more irritated you know, you really shouldn't mumble, I can't hear a word you're saying he said, interrupting him loudly to get him to shut up before hearing Charlie speak up. Do I ever he replied softly, being sent back into a flashback of his childhood. His head was wrapped in wires that connected to the inside of his mouth that pulled and pushed his teeth. It was terrible being a dentists son, especially when you wanted to be a chocolatier and your father was basically forbidding you from doing it. Every Halloween he would have to watch all the candy he had collected go into the fire, never being able to taste a single one. One year though, a small piece of chocolate had escaped the flames and he pulled it out, unwrapping it and maneuvering it carefully into his mouth, relishing in the taste and it was then that he was hooked. Chocolate was his cocaine and any money he got he would spend it on chocolates and candies, trying everyone that he could so that he could taste them all. He got in an argument with his father one night and threatened to leave, and actually doing so but when he came back, true to his word, his father had left. From that point he had hated his father and hated the thought of parents in general, regretting the relationship that he had never had with his father. They had reached the end of the hall and words from Mr. Salt snapped him out of his own mind I'm sorry, I was having a flashback Do these flashbacks happen often? Mr. Teavee wondered. Increasingly, today he said softly, opening the door and hearing a large amount of cracking and small, chattering noises. In front of them was a huge system where nuts would fall down in front of a squirrel and he would tap it against the counter in front of him, if it pleased him he would crack it apart and toss the shell, letting the nut go down a tube where it was sent to another part of the factory. If the noise displeased him then he would toss the entire thing down the huge chute in the middle of the room. He said nothing, thinking that the sight was explanation enough when he heard a little brat complaining about not having enough pets and wanting another. He told the father flatly that she couldn't have one and there she went, running down the stairs Don't touch that squirrels nuts! He'll go crazy! he warned her, though it didn't do any good. They swarmed. Squirrels were all around the girl, holding her down as one ran up to her head, tapping and listening. He even tapped her again and chittered something to the others, causing them all to move, tossing her down the chute. He looked slightly amused I guess she was a bad nut he said as a small man ran up to him oh good, the incenerators broken so there should be about three weeks of garbage to break her fall he said, watching as the father ran and dove headfirst into the garbage after his precious daughter. Three naughty children gone and only two good little children left he commented at seeing the two boys left. Well I suppose we can take the glass wonkavator he said, telling Mike that he could pick a room, not surprised when he picked the television room of startling white.