Disclaimer: I do not own anything. References are borrowed from both versions of the story and a couple of fics such as Willy Wonka Meets the Health Inspector, a fabulously written fic I might say so myself.

Chapter 1- Welcome to the Factory!

Willy Wonka walks about the chocolate room listlessly. He gazes at the chocolate waterfall sullenly. The room and its contents inspires nothing within him. Wonka walks over the small bridge and nearer to the door leading to the outside world. An oompa loompa comes up and starts making hand motions. Wonka watches then signs back. The oompa loompa puts his hands across his chest, bows, and then leaves. Wonka is alone again and heaves a sigh. He trudges around the large room slowly and emptily staring at his life’s work. He grows bored and walks toward the main lobby hallway with a red carpet going to down its short length.

He goes over to the left side of the wall and pulls on his black coat atop the burgundy one, and adjusts the top hat he is always seen with. Wonka steps out into the small courtyard where he can be seen from the gates, Nerds cane and all.

Wonka stands there nervously wondering if he should go out beyond the gates. Purple gloves can be heard making squeaking noises in the dead silence as he deliberates. It was about 1: 00 AM in the morning and nobody else was in sight. The air was cool and crisp and the sky was a dark blue, almost purple. Wonka looks at the sky then gives a small shudder and his eyes take on a thousand mile stare as a flashback bears down upon him.

A woman walks by as he stands there stock still. She sees the figure and pauses first wondering what the person is doing standing there absently…’In Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory!’, ‘Is that Mr. Wonka? The man is dressed extravagantly…’ She gets nearer to the gates and takes in the clothing of the foreign man. She sees black fancy shoes with and a large overcoat, black, Victorian style, or was it Edwardian? Underneath the coat seems to be another long frock coat and, under that was a dark colored shirt. The exact colors were obscured, as the figure was standing in the shadows. The man also bore a top hat and stranger a cane that seemed to be filled with, ‘Nerds!’. ‘The man must be Mr. Wonka himself!!’.

“Hello?” she calls out. There was no response. The supposed figure of Willy Wonka didn’t stir.

“Hello?!” she calls louder.

Wonka gasps and turns his head only to gasp again at the sight of another human being. She is startled by his strong reaction unaware that Mr. Wonka had just come out of a flashback.

“Are you okay?” the woman asks him. The man before her was strange and the expression on his face earlier was one of pain and terror.

“Who are you?!” he asks quickly. Nervously.

“My name is Erin, are you Mr. Wonka?” 'What does he have to be nervous about?!'

He looks at Erin, she is slightly shorter than himself he notices and has brown hair that has been bleached in the sun, turning it multiple shades. Her clothes were tattered and he drew the conclusion that she was homeless.

“Yes, maybe, no. What are you doing here? I need to go help Mr. Wonka invent more candy.” Wonka tells her hoping, praying with all his gum drops that she will leave. The lady is making him uncomfortable.

“You’re Mr. Wonka aren’t you?” Erin asks with a more determined face this time. She takes in his features: The first thing she notices is how pale he is, than notices the purple, latex, gloves.

“What are you doing here?” Wonka asks again ignoring her question.

“I could ask you the same thing, odd to be out at 1:00 AM in Mr. Wonka’s factory.”

“I work here.” He replies with an adopted plastered smile. Then he curses himself for giving away his identity. “Gobstoppers!”

Erin grins, “I’m here to sleep,” she says.

“Sleep? Here? It’s much too cold. You'll get the Chillywompers!” He says which is surprising that he even could tell considering all the layers of clothing he wears.

“It’s not too bad.” She lies not even trying to ponder what chilly whats-its were.

Wonka’s gloves are squeaking again. He didn’t like people around him but didn’t want one freezing to death outside his factory. After all Mr. Wonka was not a bad person. She stares at him and his gloves waiting for him to speak.

“You know…,” he starts nervously, “if you need a place to sleep you can come inside for the night.”

She just stares at him and he begins to get even more nervous and decides to run. He walks briskly toward the door eager to be alone regretting opening his mouth in the first place. 'Keep you mouth shut and behave.' Is what his father had always told him.

“Mr. Wonka!” He turns around and slowly turns around.

“I’d really like to stay here for the night.” She says. Her excitement almost exceeded how grateful and lucky she was. 'Inside Willy Wonka's factory!'

“Great! Follow me!” he says with a fake smile on. Wonka opens the gate to let her in. She looks up at the looming smokestacks in awe. Dang….he built this!

They enter the giant hallway with a long carpet. Wonka takes his purple coat off to reveal a red, burgundy coat beneath that one. Erin thinks that’s extremely odd, especially since the temperature had increased dramatically.

“Why is it so hot in here?” she asks. “Doesn’t the chocolate melt?”

“No way Starshine!” he says in a high voice. She gives him a confused look that he doesn’t notice.

“I have a second bedroom that you can use. It has a shower to wash up in and there’ll be some clothes for you too.” Wonka says, leading her to the end of the hall where he pushes a button on the wall.

She assumes it’s for an elevator but notices that there are no door to keep a person from falling down the elevator shaft escept a bar across it. Erin hears a rushing sound and sees an elevator descend at a rapid speed and halt to a stop. Wonka walks in and she hesitates.

“Come on! It’s perfectly safe!” he exclaims.

“It’s made of glass!!” comes the reply. “Are you crazy?! It’ll smash into a million pieces!”

“Of course it won’t silly! And this isn’t just an ordinary glass elevator, it goes sideways, longways, slantways, AND even corkscrews!”

“Corkscrews?!”

“Don’t worry, the trip to your room doesn’t involve that.”

Erin nervously steps inside and the elevator shoots off to the left. She falls to the floor with a thump and looked in disbelief, denial, then amazement at Wonka who has somehow managed to keep his balance.

Once they arrive to their destination the elevator made a ring like any other normal elevator and Wonka steps out with Erin following in a shaky fashion. Wonka leads her to her room and opens the door.

She steps inside and gazes around. The room had the same style like his clothing, Burgundy, dark red, and purple. The furniture is round including the bed and there is a desk with a lamp including a chair to write with. The odd and slightly depressing thing she notices about the room is that there aren’t any windows.

“It’s beautiful.” She says despite the lack of outside view, “Thank you!” There was no reply. “Mr. Wonka?”

Erin turns around to find Wonka had gone into a flashback, though she didn’t know it.

“Mr. Wonka?!” she calls again, “Mr. Wonka!!”

He snaps out of it, “I’m sorry I was having a flashback.”

Before she could say anything the strange smile comes back. “And I’ll be seeing you tomorrow to show you around, Good night!” He rushes hurriedly to the elevators and out of sight.

‘How odd…’ she thinks.

(A/N): I apologize for the seemingly constant switching between POV and present/past tense.