Hello children....Mr Wonka isn't here right now...
                         But Charlie is........
Wonkas POV:
It has been ten years since Charlie moved into the factory and signed to be the heir to the factory and business. Those years I spent with the Buckets in their run down house in his factory. Things soon changed, for me. I was getting old and yet I wasn't happy at all my passion for chocolate making died away. Now I desire to have Charlie to take my place sooner than later. He sure is growing wonderfully; he is at least twenty years old now. I told him if I’m gone he must reform my identity and keep the factory going. It was sad day when his grandparents died leaving him with his mother and father. I tried to teach him everything and that soon taken its toll on myself. I harbor a deep dark secret I desire more and more. I spent days hidden away in a secret lab working on a candy that will only be used upon myself. I hate being old. All the years I missed, I couldn't be out in the world making myself one with the people. That is what I desire right now.... freedom.... immortality.....

It was after midnight I was lurking in my lab alone. Charlie and his family were sleeping not to notice my absence. I already planned my will intestiment. Charlie must inherit my name and my identity, so the world can accept the new "Willy Wonka" with open arms. That I handed to them for keeping. I told my personal helpers and dearest friends the oompa loompas of my decision. Sure they spoke nothing but they could see what I plan to do was a cruel blow and trick to the world for my own benefit. Yet I forced them to stay quiet and go through with it. They still fear that I might not make it. I refused the option of risks, this was something I don't do but now I will. I stood dressed from head to toe in black. It seems so artificial I looked like a gothic doll standing still staring at a small red pill in my gloved hand. My mind was thinking over and over reminding me why I’m doing this.... freedom... get your youth back and live a life like you wanted before. Experience what it is to love a woman...to be carefree and hopefully raise and wonderful child.

"This is it" I said to him. I couldn't stand there any longer my time had come. My hair no longer so glossy, I let it grow so long yet the grey starting to show. Its wavy dark brown with grey, my tired purple eyes don't shine so well anymore. I hoped this pill and the antidote I trusted in the hands of my oompa loompas, to give to me when no one is looking. I raised my hand with the pill in it to my lips held it there for a second and stared off into space. It was then my pale lips parted and the pill slipped into my mouth. I stood as I worked my way to swallowing it. It slid down my throat and into me. The taste started to revel itself I made it sweet so it wouldn't have such a nasty after taste but the stingy of the toxicant I placed into it was burning. I could slowly feel it crushing through my blood stream as I remained standing. I could feel my legs loosing feeling. Yet I struggled to stay upright but it was impossible. The pain and the burning surge through me quickly and soon enough my eyes clamped shut as I fell lifelessly to the floor. Everything went black.... I laid there wondering if they will find me and bury me in a wonderful ceremony. A satin lined coffin buried six feet deep underground. My tomb stone should be extravagant I planned ahead. A statue of me will be erected over my plot. I know I won’t die... as long as the antidote is given to me.......

End POV
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Charlie slept soundly until he was shaken and poked. “Uh what..." Charlie said as he sat up to see the oompa loompas surrounded his bed. He looked at them half sleepy before he rubbed his eyes to gain better focus. “What’s wrong?" Charlie asked. They didn't say a word; they kept pulling him out of his bed. Charlie soon realizes something was wrong and climbed out of bed. The oompa loompas kept pulling on his pajama pants Charlie soon motion them away as he grabbed his dressing gown and slippers. From there he followed the little works out of his house. He looked back to see his parents still asleep, he wish he could wake them up but he decided to follow the men. One came and tugged again on his dressing gown and he soon followed them along through the candy land. It seemed creepy at night time though the daylight never floods into there cause no windows. He wondered why there wasn't a window or skylight in this factory for the day light to filter through.

He kept close to them as they rushed along on their little legs. Charlie had to break into a slow jog as they ran through the factory to the glass elevator. All of them piled into there as Charlie squeezed in amongst them. The doors soon slammed closed, one motion to a button labeled strangely. Charlie could read what it said due it being not in English yet foreign language.
"What is it?" he asked them. Still no word they kept pointing to the button. He soon pushed it and they were whizzing off down the shaft. Charlie kept himself upright as they whirled and flew through the darkness of the factory. Eventually the elevator slowed down to a dark tunnel tucked away from the main routes. Charlie looked at the metal door weary as the elevator opened. They stepped out onto the platform. He pressed the button next to the door which soon opened to the dark low lighted laboratory. “I don't recall seeing this" Charlie said as he walked through the room it was then he stopped short and stared down in horror. There Mr. Wonkas' body laid dead. The oompa loompas surrounded the body as Charlie knelt down and touched Mr Wonkas' pale face. The flesh left cold and inanimate, tears wield up in Charlie's eyes to feel no pulse at all. He couldn't do CPR it been too late for him.

“No...Mr Wonka... can’t... be dead" Charlie wept as he choked on his tears. Some fell onto Mr Wonkas' face not making him wince at all. He maybe twenty years old but he was a boy with emotions that flow like a river. From there it went slowly and painfully. “I’m alone...yet Mr Wonka had faith in me to fill in his shoes" he said to himself.
“I guess we better notify the world that Mr Wonka... is... dead" Charlie's words echo about the darkness. Charlie had the horrible job of announcing the change over in the company. Like the will stated and his winning of the factory Charlie must fill and be renamed as Mr Willy Wonka. From there a funeral service was arranged the next morning along. Charlie felt terrible along with his family at the large loss. Then again they knew he wasn't going to be around forever. The signs of him loosing his insane happiness faded away he was turning colder. The news spread quickly as news reports and media chewed on the devastating loss.

The next morning came, Charlie was still in tears. His mother and father were sad as the looked upon Mr Wonkas' body that lay in the coffin he had made. “I hope to keep everything going" Charlie said. “Its ok son you still have us, you will do wonderful" Charlie's' father said to him. He turned and walked away from the coffin. The oompa loompas lurked behind the ceremony. They had held in the cemetery and hundreds of people had come to wish the chocolateer good-bye.
" Well he is gone..." Charlie said. The crowd soon depleted away after the ceremony was done. Eventually the coffin was being lowered into the plot. Charlie and his family watched as the coffin were disappearing before their eyes. Behind the tomb stone the oompa loompas waited for distraction to happen. He along with some others has plan to try and wake Mr Wonka up from his slumber. The grave diggers were about to shovel the dirt into the plot until the notice the oompa loompas with their shovels.
“Hey you give us those back" one cried as they raced after the little men away from the burial plot. Charlie and his parents had left the scene but notice the oompa loompas were outside the factory. This shocked Charlie as he rushed after the little man.
" Where did they come from?" Charlie thought as he raced after them.

Back near the plot the oompa loompas went to work quickly. He used the pulley that lowered the coffin in and begun to hoist it up fast as he could. But that failed due to the weight. From there he decided to fasten himself onto the pulley, lower himself down and pry open the lid. Charlie kept racing after the grave diggers and the oompa loompas. His parents followed in tow as they tried to catch them. “Hey oompa loompas stop right now" Charlie cried. The men soon surrounded the little men. Charlie joined them “Ok you two give the shovels back to the men now" Charlie said. Soon the shovels were dropped on the ground and the men looked at Charlie and his parents. “I may be now the new Mr Wonka according to the will you must obey me" he said. The oompa loompas looked at the ground looking sad. “What you’re the new Mr Wonka" one of the grave digger said looking at Charlie. “Yes. Since I am made to look like the original man. I’m now known as Mr Wonka to everyone else" Charlie said.

“Its true... he is now Mr Willy Wonka" His mother said. The oompa loompas remained looking at the ground feeling dishonest to their new leader. “I’m sorry gentleman... I take them away you return to burying the late Mr Willy Wonka" Charlie said. The men took the shovels and headed back towards the grave. Charlie looked at the two oompa loompas and sighed. Back at the plot the grave diggers arrived and started burying up the plot. Though the coffin was now empty.  Meters away from there and man stood in the shadows of a crypt. His purple eyes shone and his hair was dark brown. His skin was flawless with no lines as he watched the grave diggers bury what presume to be his body. He smiled remarkably he had fangs sharp against his white teeth. He was alive and what he desire to be. Mr Wonka had drunken the liquid from the oompa loompas, which reacted to the pill he had. That caused a miraculous transformation he never accepted. After he woke up he immediately fed off the oompa loompas and tossed his body into the coffin.

“I’m alive....though this isn't what I expected" William said to himself. He flexed his leather clad gloves he looked at the ring he wears now as matter of survival. “For now on... I'll be called William Von Sommers" he hissed as he moved from the crypt away from the scene. Charlie and his parents took the oompa loompas back to the factory though it seems one was missing.
“Are we missing someone?" Charlie asks as he looked at his parents. “Not that I know of it’s hard to keep track of the loompas" his mother said. “That’s true they all look the same" his father added. “Well lets just go then I think everyone is here" Charlie said scratching his head. “Well Charlie I guess it’s up to you now to run the factory, make sure the chocolate and candy sell well" his mother said. Charlie put his top hat back on his head and climbed into the back of the limo. His mother and father went up front leaving Charlie along with the workers.

“Be nice if you talked to me" Charlie said looking at the sad workers. The limo continued driving away from the cemetery though William watched it disappeared. “I’m free....now I must seek revenge" he said as he continued along his dash through the tomb stones. “After years and years of spies ripping my ideas off, ill pay them all an unpleasant visit" he said.