Chapter 1: Context
Chapter Text
Individual character bits. Similar to the context of one of my other fanfics- which is a chatfic- but with minor alterations to match the AU ALSO. based on the tour version of the musical primarily, but it doesnt, matter too much
Charlie Bucket: Charlie has been living a pretty good life since the factory. He is currently working hard alongside Wonka to produce new, exciting candy ideas and is living with his family comfortably at the factory.
Augustus Gloop: Augustus was fished out of the fudge-making vat, but received a great deal of burns and scarring up his limbs from the accident, and was made a new, prosthetic leg . His mom begrudged to cut down on the over nurturing and start being more careful with what she gives him.
Violet Beauregarde: Violet has not stopped chewing gum. She still has the same goals and aspirations she once had. She has been left with a severe purple undertone to her skin which is patchy in places, and visible scars swirl across it from where she was pieced back together, and is far more flexible than she once was.
Veruca Salt: She was sewn back together by the Oompa Loompas. Like the others- it shouldn't have worked and yet somehow it did. She has rather a great deal of weakness in her limbs, and a phobia of small animals.
Mike Teavee: Mike is still as tiny as he was when he was first Shrunk. When his mother attempted to flee the factory with him in her purse, she was stopped by an oompa loompa. Wonka suggests the taffy puller….but Mike is fairly sure that wouldn’t work. Wonka probably just wants to put a kid in a taffy puller.
Willy Wonka: Wonka is Alive and kicking Babyyyyyyyyyyyyy. He feels a certain level of guilt for how those children were left, and yet he is far too invested in his passions to let it weigh him down. In his mind, he warned those kids and it is their own responsibility that they chose not to hear it.
Chapter 2: Waking Up
Summary:
After Mike is left by an Oompa Loompa at Veruca's hospital bedside, he receives a rude awakening, discovering the state of the rest of the group, and even that they were alive at all.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The first thing Mike felt when he groggily started to wake up, was a large hand, grabbing him roughly around the waist and hoisting him unceremoniously into the air. He gasped in alarm, squeaking and cracking his eyes open- with memories quickly flooding his mind of being shoved into his mothers handbag and rushed towards the exit. He shuddered.
“MOM-” He cried out immediately, eyes adjusting to the light, expecting to see the reflections of her familiar unfashionable glasses leering down at him, but he paused and squinted when instead he saw a young face, with golden ringlets of now somewhat frazzled looking hair. There was a large grin on her face- and he could hear her giggling to herself. “HEY WHAT'S FUNNY- HUH-...” He blinked in confusion. “..Veruca-?”
The girl in question's laughter had immediately picked up as she heard Mike’s indignant yells, shaking him slightly in her hand and narrowing her eyes. “Privyet dollboyyy” She replied, beaming. Veruca was stitched up tight at each joint where her limbs connected to her torso, a dull pain throbbing at each connection, her hands shook ever so slightly naturally with instability, which she attempted to combat with her tight grasp around the angry looking boy in her hand.
“GAH- no shaking” He exclaimed in frustration when veruca actively jolted him, kicking his legs in response and squirming defiantly. “I thought you were meant to be dead.”
“Well I thought YOU were meant to be the tall one-... but..yeah… me too” She replied, excitement at the other’s predicament briefly faltering, and a frown forming on her face. “Those, funny little orange men put me back together somehow-”
Mike furrowed his brow at the girl, with little to no interest in her actual distress. He had asked more so out of curiosity than anything, and wasn't interested in listening to a sob story. “Yeh yeh that's great and all, but where are we, what happened-?” His question was met with an indignant scoff, as veruca shifted the boy to her other hand casually.
“Can you listen? Stupid boy-. The little orange men fixed me, of course we are at the factory.”
“But- my mom wa-”
“Oh yes yes we all saw!” Veruca teased, tilting her head. “She was a MESS! They basically had to wrestle you away from her caus’ she wanted to run off with you. She’s just as insane as she looked when I first saw her on the news”
Mike froze up slightly. He couldn't help but feel afraid of his mother for once, visuals of her prideful face flashing behind his eyes as he recalled the look she had first given him upon seeing what had become of him. He had practically felt the excitement radiating from her crazed eyes as she blatantly ignored his yells of anger and panic, practically claiming he was perfect now. “What uhm. What happened to her after they got me off her?” He asked, voice slightly hushed and urgent, he couldn't really see the rest of the room, vision cut off by the blue curtain around Veruca’s bed.
Veruca just shrugged unhelpfully, humming to herself. “Don't know, she's not in here though. S’just for the kids.”
Mike nodded slowly, before thinking to himself, speaking his thoughts aloud after a brief pause. “Did the other two survive?” He asked, curiously. One had EXPLODED, so he had his doubts, but at the same time, Veruca had no right surviving after being torn limb from limb, so who knew.
Veruca giggled to herself, opening her mouth to answer “no-” before the curtain was flung open to reveal a patchy looking girl with a stark purple tint to her skin, and a large, fatter boy with alot of bandages and visible burns, seated in a wheelchair. Violet, who had been the one to pull the curtain open, narrowed her eyes at Veruca. “YOU CANTTT just tell people we’re dead.”
Mike had jolted in alarm, turning as much as Veruca’s grasp would allow, to look at the other two. He was getting very quickly tired of the physical contact by now, shifting with discomfort and groaning as Augustus gave him a bright wave.
“Woaaa…. Violet you actually look kinda sick now- way more badass than before-”
Violet couldn't help smiling slightly, glancing away from Veruca to focus on the miniature boy in her hands but simply reaching out to tap at the side of his head like he was an action figure. She grinned to herself, chuckling. “He’s so SMALL NOW. What even happened to you two-”
“Nevermind you look TERRIBLE.” Mike replied in annoyance, groaning and leaning away from her touch, arms crossed in front of his chest, ignoring the question about what had happened. Veruca did the same, brief distress flickering behind her eyes, though she brushed it off. “Veruca put me DOWN-” Mike had reiterated, the moment he had the chance, looking back over to the girl in question.
“OH! he’s so squeaky” Was all he heard in response, voice coming from violets direction, with her reaching for a phone and taking a photo of him.
“DELETE THAT.”
“mmm.. no”
Notes:
This will probably end up being mainly sort of like, oneshot-y fics of the group getting better again. It wont be completely oneshots, but like. im not thinking ill have much of an overarching narrative iykwim.
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