Veruca studied him for a moment, realizing who he was quickly enough. “Hello Mike,” she said in the same tone that she’d used for Violet. She ran her fingers through her long hair absentmindedly. “Now we’re just waiting on Augustus.” She glanced at the clock and narrowed her eyes. He was probably late.
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"S'pose he's probably late," Violet said, not really paying attention to what she was really saying, just letting the thought pour out of her head, but nothing else. There wasn't much else to do, and she wasn't the best at starting conversations, so she just let the group fall back into an awkward silence, waiting for Augustus to arrive and break the silence.
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“Probably,” Veruca agreed, eyes still narrowed. She had been told that she had a bit of resting bitch face, and her looked even meaner when she was annoyed, like now. Her death glares were practically legendary among her schoolmates, though she hadn’t displayed that yet today. “Why am I not surprised?”
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(fuckkk. im sorry !!!)
Gus runs in, knowing he's late.
"I'm sorry. But I'm here now!"
He sits down next to the door trying to catch his breath. A shiver goes down his spine as Veruca deathstares him.
"I said I was sorry!"
Mike stared at Augustus as he rushed in, before turning his gaze to Vercua. "We're all here. What do you want to talk about?" Mike asked Vercua. In a weird way, Mike had always looked up to Vercua. Sure, she was entitled and greedy, but she knew what she wanted and went for it. Something he didn't do.
Veruca huffed a sigh of annoyance at the three of them, though it was mostly directed at Augustus. He definitely looked different than the last time she had seen him, even more so than the others. At least he’d started to clean up a bit.
She cleared her throat, throwing back her silky brown hair over her shoulders. “Thank you all for coming, even if some of you were late,” she began, her voice steeped with annoyance and an underlying layer of urgency. If it was possible to have a resting bitch voice, she had that as well. “As you know, things have been, well, different since we all visited the factory.” She didn’t have to elaborate; they all knew what she meant. “I’m sure you noticed how Wonka tried to kill us; four innocent, if annoying, children. Well, I’ve heard from the grapevine that we went through was just a test run of his true plan. He means to take over the world, and we are probably the only ones who can stop him. Any questions?”
Mike sat their for a minute, prossesing the information he was just given. "I wouldn't call us innocent," He said eventually. "But I don't think anything that happened to us was right either. How did you find out about this anyway's and how do you know it's true?"
Mike started rubbing his thumb across a large stretch mark on his hand, a habit he had fallen into after the incident.
Veruca pursed her lips as he spoke, expecting this question. “Well, I talked to some people about it on the internet and before you say that’s not a reliable source, I also talked to some people in person and on the phone. I wouldn’t have called this meeting unless I had sufficient information that would warrant not only all of us trying to take him down, but also me calling the three of you.” She wrinkled her nose as that, making it obvious just how much of a last resort this was. While it was true she disliked these three—to put it mildly—Veruca also didn’t want them knowing that she’d gone to the factory on her own for no good reason not too terribly long ago. “If you want exact names, addresses, and what they told me, I have screenshots on my phone and notes that have all of the information. Anything else?” Her determined look practically dared the others to contradict her.
Mike frowned as she explained everything. If it was happening to other people then that was a problem. "May I see the screenshots?" He asked quietly as he took off his hood, revealing a head of messy hair, which he quickly fixed with his fingers.
Veruca nodded, opening her cracked phone. It wasn’t the latest model, but it was decent. She was a bit embarrassed about it, as it wasn’t the opulence the others were used to from her. She slid the phone across the table to Mike, one of the photos pulled up. “You can go through all of the photos if you want,” she said coolly, folding her arms across her chest.
Mike grabbed the phone, raising an eyebrow at the condition of the phone but not saying anything. He flipped through the screenshots and photos. All of them looked real, and not photo shopped or edited. "Do any of you remember what happened to Charlie?" He asked as he looked through the pictures.
Violet stayed silent for awhile, nodding in agreement when necessary. After a bit, she spoke up, asking to see the phone as well. She was interested in these photos Veruca were talking about.
(oh god that's so short i'm so sorry, i've missed so much this last day because of the fact that i was unknowingly connecting to the wrong wifi on my phone jlksdf)
(it’s ok!)
“Not really,” Veruca responded. “I remember hearing rumors about him being chosen as Wonka’s successor, but I’ve also heard rumors about him being Wonka’s idea of a perfect child so the creep wanted to study him, like in a lab. Charlie was better than all of us, and I fear that he’ll have the highest price to pay.”
Mike nodded before handing the phone to Violet. "I agree, but what can we do about it? You know what Wonka can do. We can't tell the press." He asked as he ran his fingers through his hair. "What are we going to do? Break into the factory?"
Veruca shrugged. Now this was the part where the plan was a bit blurry. “Well, I’m not exactly sure, but that seems like the best way to do this,” she admitted. “Unless one of you has a better idea?” She raised a judging eyebrow at this.
"Of course it doesn't seem like a great idea, but it does seem like that's our only option. If we must break into the factory, we should make a plan. A good one, though. We wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?" Violet's voice was light, as if she was speaking about some everyday "normal" thing.
Mike frowned. He didn't like the idea of going back to the factory but if Wonka's cruelty made it to the outside world, then he wouldn't like the world. "I'm in. Whatever plan you guys make, I'll do it." He spoke up.
Veruca actually smiled a bit at their smiles, her eyes lighting up with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. “Good,” she exhaled, obviously a bit relieved. Only one person left to convince now. She just hoped that Augustus would agree with the others. “I’ve started a basic plan, but I knew that I would need you three to be successful.”
(im sorry im not very active. if you want someone else to do this i dont mind. but i really enjoy this !)
"Alright."
Gus said while staring just behind the three.
"What do we do?"
“We infiltrate the factory, of course, but the real question is how,” Veruca responded, eyes lighting up. Funny how things like this could excite her. “But we do need a solid plan before we actually attempt anything. There are no maps of the factory, so if any of you know how we would find a floor plan, that would be a huge help. And I’m going to talk to one of Wonka’s ex-friends who supposedly knows a lot about him and his batshit craziness, if one of you would like to come along with me on that. We can go two and two. Two to whatever way there would be to find a floor plan and two to talk to Mr.Black.”
"I'm sure I could get my mother to help find a floor plan, but of course I won't tell her anything. She'll do anything, if she thinks it's a competition, so it won't be too hard to convince her to hunt around for a way to get ahold of the floor plan," Violet nodded in understanding.
Mike nodded along with the plan. "I can go with you to meet this old friend of Wonka." He volunteered with a raised hand. "Who is this ex-friend though?"
“I heard about him from some weird online forums, because you find almost anything if you look hard enough,” Veruca answered Mike, taking her phone back from the others. “He only goes by Mr.Black, very mysterious. And he, uh, doesn’t exactly know we’re coming to talk to him.”
Mike stared at Veruca for a moment before a smile broke out onto his face and he starred to laugh. "So are we going to break into his house, stalk him, or what?" He asked, the warm smile not leaving his face.
Veruca rolled her eyes. “We are not going to stalk him or break into his house. God. We’re just going to ring the doorbell, like nice, normal people, and then have a chat.” She paused for a moment, before adding, quickly, “And if that doesn’t work, then maybe we’ll do those other things.”
Mike shrugged as his smile faded into a neutral face, instead of a frown like before. "I'm fine with both plans." He said. "When will we meet this Mr. Black?"
“Today, if you’re up for it.” Veruca said the last part almost like a dare. “I’m ready whenever you are.” She crossed her legs and arms almost simultaneously.
Mike stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder. "Ready. Shall we go, Miss Veruca?" Mike said with a slight smirk.