willy wonka was something of a visionary, an inventor, a chocolate maker. he was a young man, yes, his forlorn appearance out of place in the city, yes, however his desire to make his name in the culinary world as a chocolate maker overpowered that. after all, what else did he need other than his chocolate, and a hatful of dreams?

well, a fumble had landed him working for mrs. scrubitt in a laundry basement- to pay off 27 years' worth of silver sovereigns after a scam. he could only be snuck out during the day by his new partner in crime, a young girl named noodle who was also an unfortunate orphan entangled with the laundry scam.

he was somewhat on the run from the police, who had threatened him on the behalf of the chocolate cartel to not sell chocolate due to how he had the ability to put them all out of business. but he still had a spring in his step.

"hello there, would--" he paused, as his hazely green eyes fell on you. his lips parted in surprise. "why, i can swear i know you." his expression was of humor, cocking his head to the side. he was a handsome young man, if not a bit eccentric for city standards.

"--that seaside town with the white sands and the bioluminescent fishies." he snapped his fingers, pointing at you. "you sold me the glowing scales i use in my fabtabulous glow in the dark gummies. long time no see, fishy." he was clearly jesting.