-Tony (intro)
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FWOOM!
The lightning stuck again in the lifeless night, the flash of light illuminating the walls around him. It was another dreary working weekend for Tony; he decided to switch shifts with another security guard for this weekend so he could get a change of scenery instead of the industrial estate down the road. .
BOOM!
The lightning boomed again as Tony swung round the corner, the flash from the bolt casting light onto his destination. A huge towering factory, painted in a ghastly clash of purple and yellow. At the front hung a huge rusted sign stating the words âWilly wonkaâs chocolate factoryâ in a similar colour scheme to the building.
âI wished for a change in scenery, but this is ridiculous!â Tony thought to himself as he approached the rusty, towering gates. âHmm... unlocked, Iâm sure that isnât supposed to be like thatâ he pondered as he slammed the gates shut behind him and strolled towards the main doors. He went to knock at the door, but in the first bash, the door reacted by creaking open slightly, he pushed it open with his hand. âOpen as well? Iâm not sure they should be hiring us if they leave the place so openâ¦â
WHUZZAT???
The croaky voce shot down the long hall like a bullet. âits me, Tony, Iâm switching shifts with a friend!â Tony replied, not really having to raise his voice as it travelled down the hall with ease. âoh, come on in then, and close the door now if you donât mind.â The figure replied. Tony quickly slammed the door shut, the crack echoing down the hall.
âSo, decided for a change, I see?â stated the figure as Tony entered the staff room. âYeah, not really inspiring going in circles round factoriesâ¦â he replied. âWell, you ainât gonna get a more inspiring place than this, I can assure you that much.â The man replied as he lent back in his seat, plucking the coffee mug from the table with ease. âyeah, I can already see that, speaking of which, why did you leave the door open?â Tony asked âI needed some air, it gets awfully stuffy in here with no windows or air conditioningâ the figure replied âbut what about the gate? Surely that doesnât need to be left openâ¦â Tony asked in a confused manner âthe gate was open? Well I didnât leave it like that and it wasnât about five minutes ago, I wonderâ¦â
GOMMMM!!!
The mighty bellow shot through the room like a shockwave, the floor trembled from the sheer power. âBah, I betcha its one of those damm machines again, lemme go check them out, you stay here and keep the doors under watchâ The worked replied, then slammed his mug down and prepared his torch, before briefly departing the room and disappearing into the workroom.
âat least I could walk with the old factories, doors tend not to do muchâ¦â Tony thought to himself and he stared at the hall of doors.
Noâ¦ive just ate, pleaseâ¦mffâ¦AARGH!!
The scream caught Tony by surprise; he stumbled and knocked his head on the wall as he got to his feet. âWhat the hell was that? Sounded like the other guy⦠guess Iâll go check it outâ Tony thought to himself, then quickly pulled another torch from the desk and ventured into the workroom.
âgommâ¦â
The familiar noise could be heard even though the buzz of the rather dangerous looking machines around him.
âgomm..Gomm...GOMMâ¦.â
The sound seemed to get louder, but from all around him as if it approached him from all angles. âDamm⦠this is creepyâ¦AH!â Tony suddenly stumbled off his feet and careered into the ground headfirst with a loud thud, as he lifted his head from the concrete floor, rubbing his head, he thought to himself âGeez that hurt, what the heck was that?â he lifted himself to his feet and turned around to see what I was. As he peered into the dark ground he could just make out what it was in the dark. A shoe. âPhew, I was expecting something worse than thatâ¦â he clicked his torch on and aimed it onto the black shoe. As the eerie glow from the torch beamed down upon the shoe. He saw a leg, as he worked his way up, he saw it was the other security guard, only he seemed he had been force fed large amounts of a food of some kind. He picked up one of the crumbs from the floor as examined it. It was a muffin crumb
âGommâ¦.â
The voice behind him sent chills down his spine like freezing water, suddenly his old torch decided it could take no more and shut itself off. Slowly Tony peered over his sholderâ¦
âBOOOH!!â
The shriek knocked Tony off his feet, knocking his head on the corner of one of the nearby machines, stunning him temporarily.
âEat mah muffins!â the overwhelming creature bellowed as he pulled a handfun of muffins from his sack
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-Stewie
EEAAARGH!!!
The scream echoed through the drizzly midnight streets.
âFor Christâs sake, will people keep quiet? Children are trying to sleep!â The small figure shouted back. Another clap of lightning cast more light onto the small figure. He was no more than 1â4ââ and had the figure of a one year old, yet he talked with fluency like no other. The tag for his red overalls hung out, on it, scrawled with biro was the name âStewieâ.
âright, downing streets just a few blocks... Willy wonkaâs chocolate factory! I wonder if they have any samples goingâ¦â Stewie thought to himself in delight âreally, if Iâm going to take over the world, Iâm going to need some supplies, guess Iâll go in and help myself, surely they wont deny a charming man such as myself a few free samples?â
As Stewie ventured to the gates, he noticed that the gap below was large enough for him to crawl under, as he did, he also noticed the main door was still ajar, Swiftly he led himself inâ¦
âLights...On...Activate!!!...â
âDonât these people have such primitive technology as a sound recognition system installed? Curse them...now whereâs the chocolate storageâ Stewie pondered to himself as he examined the guide board on the wall.
âWhere⦠is⦠the⦠chocolate store?â
Stewie questioned the board, with no reply. âDamm these insolent fools! Iâll have to find it by myself then!â Stewie grunted under his breath as he ventured towards the only door left open, the workroom.
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-The muffin Man
âBleh, nobody ever says how lubblah mah muffins areâ¦â The muffin man moaned to himself as he lifted and dropped the lifeless arm of Tony. âmeh, Wheres beh the stuff! I want to make some willy muffins with it!â the muffin man thought to himself with glee at the words âwilly muffinsâ. âdem muffins beh the bestest!â he said as he romped towards the rest of the machines.
Finally he came across the last machine, the everlasting gobstopper machine. Its bright lights and whirring spinners left the muffin man in awe for a second, then briefly he threw a nearby brick into it. Slowly the machine died, spluttering its final gobstoppers with its last moment. âGomm! Pretty thingies!â the muffin man squealed to himself with glee as he pulled out his mighty swag sack and started to fill up on the eternal treats.
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-Willy Wonka
CRASH!
The sound was only too familiar to Willy wonka himself; the sound of breaking machines was all he heard throughout his life here at his own chocolate factory. Briefly he donned his jazzy suit and plucked his cane from the wall stand and ventured down to find out what broke his machine this time.
As he came to the workroom back door, he could hear a crunching sound beyond the door. âHumph, must be the gobstopper machine playing up againâ he reassured himself before entering the door.
WHUMP
As soon as he opened the door and blindly ventured through, he was knocked down to the ground by something soft. As he looked up, he could see the behemoth of a belly that could only be owned by the muffin man. âMy god, youâre here to steal my secretsâ¦GUARDS!â Willy wonka shouted down the hall, but was only answered by his echo in the shadow. âhewwo!!â The muffin man realised who it was âi need sumfin new for the shop! Your tastah yummahs will do just lubblah!â the muffin man stated. âWait my gobstoppersâ¦if you use those in your devious treats, anyone who will eat them will never eat again!â Willy wonka started to realise the scale of this robbery now. âwhee! And you get to testeh the first batch!â the muffin man quickly pulled out a muffin and jammed a bunch of gobstoppers into it. âNo! I donât want to die now!â Willy wonka shouted in fear. "Open wide!". Those where the last words he heard.
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-All
Stewie felt a squelching noise below his shoes. As he peered into the darkness, he saw one of the torches that the guards lost; he picked it up and examined the muffins. âMuffins? in willy wonkaâs factory? Possibly a new treat heâs making for me? Must be first to eat it!â Stewie pondered over the possibilities as he ventured further into the workroom, not paying attention to the pair of dead guards slumped onto the ground, whose faces were crammed to the maximum with muffins. Stewie started a small sprint as he ran round the corner to the gobstopper machine, not noticing the obstruction. Suddenly he stopped as was propelled onto the ground, as he looked up, he thought to himself âwhat an ass I amâ¦â then he noticed what he collided with, 300lbs of pure arse. The size that could only remain on the muffin man. âDear lord! Is this behemoth of lard alive?â Stewie thought to himself and he pulled himself away from the sack of lard. The muffin man slowly realised someone made contact with his rear, slowly he turned around and noticed who it was. âBEBBAH!â the muffin man bellowed, Stewie almost being pushed away with the sheer force
âare you human?â Stewie franticly replied âwith a rear like that, how can you get in here!â Stewie shouted as he got back to his feet. The muffin man was insulted by the comment as he slowly turned himself around âIts all me! Nasteh bebbeh, get in mah bellah!â The muffin man roared as reached out to grasp the small Stewie with his greasy, stumpy hands. âoh noes!â Stewie screamed as he franticly crawled under one of the broken machines âyou wouldnât have the guts to eat a kid, though you could stomach an elephant with thatâ¦thing!â Stewie tried to reason with the annoyed baker. âyou made fun of the bum bum! Now you bes the bum bum!â the muffin man roared as he started battering the machine with his towering body. The machine couldnât take the stress from the repeated blows and started to topple, Stewie thought to himself, pulled out his personal lazergun and released a shot between the legs of the muffin man. The shock sent the muffin man topping backwards holding his crotch. Stewie scuttled up a set of ladder behind the wrecked machine. âAgain!, again!â the muffin man laughed as he heaved himself back up. âHey, crap sackâ Stewie called to the lard wagon below. Within his grasp was a hose that led to the emergency fire point, briefly he activated the switch, but instead of water gushing out, a foam of some sorts sprayed upon the muffin man, where it landed, it solidified into a rock solid airtight cap. This system was possibly installed because the machines where not normal and fires were unpredictable. Once the muffin man was coated in the foam, Stewie stopped and ventured down the ladders to peer at his work.
âLets see the mammoth work his way out of this oneâ Stewie gloated for a moment, not noticing the cracks forming throughout the foam.
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A horrificly complex piece, but i couldnt help but delve a little deeper into what actually brought the combatants together and why the factory was empty, which could only be done with a multi-perspective story. whomever wins, the next round is gonna pwn :O