Title: Everything He Always Wanted
Spoilers: 1971 film
Timeline: Post-1971 canon
Summary: After handing his factory over to his young apprentice, Willy Wonka disappears. But now Charlie is alone, and he isn't prepared for the task ahead.
Disclaimer: Charlie/Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory is the property of Roald Dahl and others holding ownership rights. No infringement intended.
Author's Notes: I've never written something this short or pointless in my life. Hope you like!
EVERYTHING HE ALWAYS WANTED
That was always how Charlie thought of the factory now, although it was still filled with Oompa Loompas. But the factory was so immense, he felt as small as an Oompa Loompa when he went walking around. He was about the same size as Willy Wonka now, maybe even taller; Mr. Wonka had never been especially tall, but he had never looked small as he strolled through this place, Charlie remembered. He had looked like a king, eccentric but still elegant, confident and perfectly at home in his domain.
Charlie just felt like that awestruck little boy who'd arrived at the gates all those years ago. He had never been able to stop calling his mentor "Mr. Wonka," although he had repeatedly told Charlie that he could use his given name. But he wasn't Mr. Wonka's equal; he would never be his equal. He must have been insane to let Mr. Wonka leave the factory to him; he was totally lost without his mentor's firm but subtle guidance.
It was nearly two a.m., but the factory had no working hours. Mr. Wonka had been known to wander in at four or five in the morning, just to meander around. Usually he went to the Chocolate Room, which was where Charlie was going now.
It never failed to amaze him. He would close his eyes and push open the door, taking in the sweet scents before he looked around. Then he would walk along the river, or just lie on the spearmint grass and stare up at the unchanging cloudless sky. Tonight he took a seat and munched a cherry berry idly, looking around.
"Close your eyes. Make a wish. Count to three."
Maybe if he sat here long enough, something would come to him. Maybe…
…maybe he'd come up with some new revolutionary candy. Maybe…
…maybe Mr. Wonka would come back.
Charlie opened his eyes. He was alone.
- Fin -
Author's Notes: Sorry if it wasn't very good; I wrote it at about one a.m. and decided, what the hell, let's post it. Hope you got at least some entertainment from it.
Oh yeah, I know that line wasn't exactly the same as the film, but I cheated for the sake of the story. Anyway, I thought it sounded like something he'd say.
I'm considering making this into a longer work where all the (former) children reunite, but I'm not sure. It wouldn't all be in this nauseating, overly sentimental style, I promise. Please let me know what you think.
Thanks for reading!