Happy new year everyone. This is a little something for a story I have been working on for a very long time. I am rewriting Wonka Games with Indigo and Violet. I love the character too much to leave her in a mediocre unfinished story.

Lots of new characters and transformations along with inflations..


Prologue

Many years ago... 

Michael Bucket walked through the corridors of the Chocolate factory. He couldn’t believe he still had his job. Slugworth and Prodnose were stealing Richard Wonka inventions all over the place and the workplace was now depressing. As soon as they were designed and before they could even be copyrighted they seemed to be on the shelves. The Company had seen better days. There were changes afoot all over the factory.

Emily Goodwin was always flirting with him but he was happily married and was also a father. But she was a good friend and he would always have a soft spot for her.

‘Michael, hold up wait for me… how is Joe is he still sick?’

‘Yeah we caught a bug and won’t be to work for a few days. Do you know what the meeting is for?’

‘I think it’s just another scare fest. We have done all we can to stop, at this point he is just being cruel.’

The two walked together side by side as they entered the meeting assembly line. The room was filling up for what had become a weekly ritual of abuse.The factory was adding new floors, digging down and all the staff were surprised at the changes. It felt like a small city these days, almost self sufficient. Wonka was doubling down on his expansion. He was not running scared.

To make matters weirder, the lights were still on at night and when Michael came to work in the morning there were new machines and sections open and operating.

‘Have you heard about the restricted sections? I was walking towards the 2nd floor cafeteria and I was told I could go no further by a security guard. I saw him later on and he apologised and said he has a new supervisor he has never met and all the guards are ordered around on their radios’ Emily said.

‘Who is here at night? The late staff were the first to be let go. They were the ones who were blamed for all the leaks?’ Michael added.

Emily gave a blank expression in response. They joined the rest of the staff in the main assembly. Everyone was standing around in anticipation but Mr Wonka was nowhere to be seen.

 A curly haired young man walked out from a restricted door and walked towards the dais. He was joined by a leggy redhead who was smiling gleefully as she walked.

‘Is that Willy and Raina?’ Emily said.

‘Who?’ Michael asked

‘Mr Wonka’s kids, they were meant to child prodigies’

‘What do you mean meant to be?’

‘They had quite the mean streak. Let’s just say no schools would take them after the stories got out. They used daddies money to travel the world and apparently struck it pretty rich’.

‘Diamonds, Oil…Gold?’

‘Don’t know but they run a small tropical country that only a few western explorers have ever set foot on. Its meant to be filled with all kinds of new resources.’

Willy Wonka was very sombre looking as he began to speak :

‘Last night at 8.47 our father Richard Wonka died in a horrific accident in the Inventing room. He will be sorely missed…. But now on to more important matters, myself and my dear sister have decided after much thought that your services are no longer required. You have overseen the destruction of this factory and the once proud Wonka name…. Raina please… I cant…’

Willy stepped away and his sister took the dais. He looked tired and emotional as he composed himself and awaited his sisters words.

‘We debated how you should all be punished for your sins and then I decided no that would be to good for you. I want you to meet some of my creations they are here to usher in a new era… Where there shall be no forgiveness and well I don’t want to spoil all the surprises’.

Raina stepped down and Willy and her walked quickly towards the raised exit and the doors closed. There were three other doors to the room and they were sealed shut.

Michael felt Emily grip his hand and looked her in the eyes.

‘Why did they scare us like that? My hands are shaking… Michael what a way to lose your job, I have a good mind to sue them.’

‘You and the rest of us’ spoke another voice…

Michael was terrified.. They all thought this was a joke. It did not feel like one at all.

The rumbling and sounds of over 300 people suddenly began to quieten as a new sound started to come from behind the doors.

 

OOMPA LOOMPAS DOOMPADEE DOO

IVE GOT A PERFECT PUZZLE FOR YOU

OOMPA LOOMPAS DOOMPADEE DEE

IF YOU ARE WISE YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME

 

WHAT DO YOU GET WHEN YOU STEAL FROM YOUR JOB

EXPLOTING, EXTORTING AND CARRYING ON….

HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY PAY FOR SUCH CRIMES…

WE WILL JUST HAVE TO FIND OUT…

 

OOMPA LOOMPAS DOOMPADEE DOO

WITH NEW MANAGEMENT WE WILL GO FAR

UNFORTUNATELY THERE IS NO PLACE FOR YOU…

 

The doors opened and small muscled creatures poured into the room. They grabbed the women and carried them out of the room, to the sounds of pandemonium and screaming. Michael lost track of Emily as the crowd was shoved towards the back wall. As the minutes passed he was almost certain he heard her cry out his name as her voice was silenced as it exited the room. Michael Bucket was one of the last men alive in the room when they finally came for him.

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Interesting start. I would be curious to see where you take this.