Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (c) Roald Dahl
Original Fanfic GabbyWonka
Beta reader: Yva J.

Gabrielle was still deeply asleep when a loud voice from a loudspeaker awoke her suddenly.

“Good morning Starshine, the earth says hello! My dear workers it is time to start a new day.” The voice of Willy Wonka shouted from the speakers.

“Damn it !!” She jumped directly from the bed and abruptly hit the ground.

“Chest to ground!” She could cry in her sleep. “We are under attack!” Without warning, she was left cowering with her head resting in both hands.

At that moment, she heard someone open the door. It was Willy.

“HA HA do that again please! That leap was great!” Willy said with a big grin on his face.

Gabrielle, now on the floor raised her head and discovered Willy standing over her.

“Oh man! It’s only you! Why do you shout that loud through speakers and at this hour in the morning? Are you crazy or what?” She demanded as she got up off the floor and seated herself on the bed.

“crazy? No I don’t think so,” he said. “In fact I think that the only mad person here is you. You prefer to eat these horrible biscuits as opposed to trying my delicious meals.”

“Fine! Then surprise me and give me your best meal. Frankly, I don’t believe that could be as good as you say.” She stood up and looked him directly in his eyes.

“Uummm. I don’t know,” he said, but thought for a moment before crossing the room. “After all, you came here to kill me. I really don’t see the reason for you to be so condescending”

“It’s like I told you, I was only fulfilling orders, I would never kill someone for pleasure,” the young woman said.

“To me it’s the same thing. The point is, you could probably take every single opportunity that you were given to harm me,” he said severely.

“Wonka you don’t get it. I failed. I had to murder you the same day, and now to even try and kill you no longer makes any sense...” Her words emerged laced in sadness. Instead of speaking further, she sat back down on the bed and stared at the ground.

Faced with this truth, Willy tried to think wisely about why it was she even felt this way. “I’ll have my workers bring you something to eat,” he said as he drew the watch from his vest. Upon looking at it he continued. “Heavens, I’m late and I have a lot of work.” With that, he turned on his heel and left the room.

Shortly two Oompa Loompas entered the room. They were pushing a cart containing dishes, many of which were covered with a metal cover. This prevented Gabrielle from seeing or smelling the contents. Once the two Oompa Loompas parked the cart in front of her, they began to uncover each one of the dishes. There were five in total, and each one was better than the previous one.

The smell went directly to her nose, the scent indicating that the food was absolutely delicious. On one plate, there was something like shrimp that was covered with a creamy brown sauce. Another had a strange soup that was greenish in color. A third, had several rolls of varied colors. Next, there was something that looked like chicken covered in chocolate sauce. The last was a meat dish with melted cheese.

“Hey listen, this is a lot of food, I couldn’t possibly eat it all,” she said to the Oompa Loompas.

“Mr. Wonka said that you only should eat what you want,” said one of them.

“Ok,” she answered.

“If you need something else, please call us,” the Oompa Loompa said. They offered an expression of reverence before leaving the room.

Why is Wonka behaving in such a caring way after I tried to kill him? She asked herself as she returned her attention to the exquisite dishes that were placed in front of her. Dismissing this idea entirely, she began to test each of the dishes.

Everything was delicious, but what captured her attention was the color of the drink. Fearfully, she retrieved the glass and smelled the liquid. Each time she sniffed the substance, the color changed and it smelled like something different. First it had the fragrance of mango, then ten seconds later, grape, then strawberry, then pineapple.

The colors continued to change, the changes unceasing. Eventually, she took a drink, and tasted the mango. She waited after that for the colors to change and tasted it again, all the while discovering that the flavor was grape. She waited again before trying it and tasting the strawberry flavor.

“This is wonderful, amazing, and delicious,” she said all the while staring amazed at the liquid before her.

After eating everything she could, she had to make the realization that everything had been really delicious. She had come very close to finishing the complete set of dishes all by herself. This was something that she could hardly believe.

Willy Wonka had been right, the food was delicious. Once she had left the silverware on the plate, the Oompa Loompas once again entered the room and took everything away.

Once again Gabrielle was left alone in the room. She began to walk around inside as though in a daze. She was really bored, but as she walked, she suddenly felt a pain in her calf. She eventually returned to the bed, sat down, pulled up the leg of her black pants and saw a terrible bruise on the skin. It was probably from the blows she had received when the Oompa Loompas had thrown those strange balls at her. She was still examining herself when Willy entered to the room.

“Ouch! That must really hurt,” he said while closing the door.

“What did they hit me with?” She asked. “I’ve never had a bruise like this.”

“It is a sweet experiment that has not yet been refined. It is a candy that is supposed to last forever, but at this stage it is so hard and heavy that it is impossible for anyone to eat it without getting hurt. Ha-ha!” Willy explained happily.

“Yes, maybe that’s the same,” she said as she laid down on the bed.

For some time, neither of them said anything. She stared up at the ceiling instead of looking at him.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked.

“Shoot,” she responded without turning to look at him.

“Why?”

“Why what?” she asked.

“Why do you do this kind of work?” Willy asked, his gaze locked on her.

“Because ... I have to live doing something, right? This helps me earn good money.” She grew silent for several moments. “Well…the truth is, the pay is really good once all is said and done and if I don’t fail.”

“Why do you say that?” He asked, all the while approaching a wall and crossing his arms over his chest.

“When we fail... Like I did with you, then I am basically put out of the business.”

“Oh, and that’s why you no longer have an interest in killing me?”

“Something like that,” she responded but smiled slightly as a means to see what position Willy would take in this matter. “Even though you still have me detained here, I have no desire to kill you.” She remained where she was seated and offered a weak smile.

“Oh! Finally a smile! I was beginning to think that you had no emotions whatsoever.” Willy stood up straight. “Okay, I imagine you enjoyed the meal I sent you. I would like to stay here and talk more about murders and those things you like to do but it’s time to return to my work” With that, he exited the room.

Of course, just let me stay here while I drive myself crazy with boredom again, she thought. After all that, she was still Wonka’s prisoner and had no other choice in the matter. She went back over to the bed. What else can be done besides wait?