~*articulate what forever smoulders*~

The sustainable glass door wasn't even locked. There were no cameras, nor any sign of security. Perhaps this place had been abandoned. Well it's worth a try anyway. You stepped on inside. Midgits, orange in colour wearing green clothing were producing chocolate at the other sides of the building. It was well lit up and a chocolate river separated one 'island' from the others. A man sat down on a candy chair, that you assumed was 'Willy Wonka.' Stood up in greeting. You simply shrugged him off and feasted on the candy flowers that stood on the grass, which you also assumed was also used for eating. Wolfishly chomping everything that stood in your path, you lay down. Famished.


Willy seemed to despised of your presence. But you didn't care. His name was Willy for God's sake, how does he expect anyone to take him seriously. He was just a man that was able to produce the best luxury chocolates in the world. Not only that, but the best candy you could ever come up with. Whether that's a good thing or bad thing. You don't give a shit. You just like his candy.


What to devour next?