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teaveeobsession · 3 months

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#sad ant meme #i love him

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teaveeobsession · 5 months

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SHES SO CUTIE PATOOTIE

mrs gloop&newspaper zombie

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teaveeobsession · 5 months

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bro doesn't know lore

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teaveeobsession · 5 months

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Can you blow my whistle baby whistle baby lemme know

#charlie and the chocolate factory #mike teavee #catcf fanart #charlie bucket #willy wonka #catcf 2005 #catcf

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teaveeobsession · 6 months

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teaveeobsession · 6 months

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Some art and my version of the catcf characters!

#charlie and the chocolate factory #mike teavee #catcf fanart #charlie bucket #violet beauregarde #willy wonka #veruca salt #augustus gloop #oompa loompa #goosebumps

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teaveeobsession · 6 months

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Broadway Mike & Ethel. Also a Marvin Prune drawing I did last night.

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teaveeobsession · 7 months

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CAT VIOLET

this would definitely happen

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teaveeobsession · 7 months

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octoling mike 🐙

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teaveeobsession · 7 months

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Game mike and book mike art REAL….

#mike teavee #charlie and the chocolate factory #willy wonka #catcf 2005 #catcf fanart #catcf #Catcf book

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teaveeobsession · 8 months

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Argumentative

A/N: hi there! I wrote this based on an idea @nuttycrunchsurprise had on @nalascat’s catcf discord server! A few of us are writing this with the same prompt of Mike being insensitive.

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Some days, Charlie just needed someone to listen. Grandpa Joe’s passing had hit him hard and unexpectedly. It was the first time he realised how fleeting the time was that he had to spend with his grandparents and the first time he had experienced the passing of a loved one in his short 14 and a half years of life.

Home never felt like home again for Charlie. When he came home, he never failed to notice the glaring absence of Grandpa Joe’s janky voice filling their shack.

Charlie was lost.

It was like being underwater, the way the sound of the outside world is muffled around your ears. The way the water blurs your vision and the way in which you feel completely and utterly isolated with just the thoughts in your head to keep you company. That was precisely how Charlie a Bucket felt and he needed an outlet, friends who he could tell.

The Golden Ticket competition hadn’t just brought him the factory, but was also a second blessing in disguise. He gained four new friends, bound together by their solemnity and their trauma at the chocolate factory. The tour was an experience that only they would understand, as surreal it had seemed at the time.

It was only a year after he had won that he decided to reach out and invite them back to the place where it had all begun.

And they had come, moving permanently into the factory, each in their disfigured, broken bodies, scarred from their tour and each instilled with the acute awareness of where they went wrong.

Violet was the first to come, her skin still held on to a faint violet pigment that had never quite gone away. Then came Augustus who had lost a significant amount of weight since Charlie had last seen him, and Veruca who had broken so many bones in her fall that she could no longer dance. Mike, still as tall as a doll was the last of the ticket winners to come to the factory after months of much convincing from the others.

Somehow, the very factory that turned them into what they had become had become a safe space that they reclaimed as their own. There, behind Wonka’s excellent security system and iron wrought gates they had the chance to heal in private, away from prying eyes that poked and mocked them as though they were animals at a zoo.

“Shouldn’t you be over this? He’s been dead for months.”

There was a tensely grim silence that fell over the golden ticket winners. Vaguely, Mike registered the look of shock that was soon replaced by a more hostile glare.

“What do you know? You’re being an arsehole. If you’ve got nothing good to contribute then you can kindly shut up. Or leave. Preferably both.”

Venomous, he noted with slight amusement. Violet never minced her words.

Mike, reclined lazily on the miniature bench hardly batted an eye. “What? It was bound to happen.”

“It’s been yesterday’s news for a long time.” he snorted sarcastically. “What kind of fairytale are you living in?”

“It’s called being a decent human being.”

“I’m just stating the facts, Violet. You can’t cushion him in bubble wrap forever. At least he died in a chocolate paradise.” His hollow laughter echoed across the room. Something was wrong.

“You don’t get to tell people how to feel. He’s grieving, for goodness sake, can’t you see that? Pick on someone your own size.”

“Well, I’m not the one hurling insults am I?” Mike spread his arms wide in a mock bow, eyes searching for any sign of confirmation from the others, but there was none, only the hacking sob of Charlie which interrupted the void he had created.

“Please. Just go.” Charlie, whispered quietly from between his hands.

“I SAID GO.” There was a certain unwavering rage that burned in Charlie’s eyes then. Mike had never seen him angry and the sudden shift in energy scared him.

He knew better than to provoke him further, but the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Well if you’re so sensitive, then why’d you invite me to live with you? You brought this on yourself you know.”

“Come on, let’s go somewhere else. He’s not worth the energy.” Augustus goaded Charlie quietly, not knowing what else to say as he pulled him toward the door.

Veruca, who had lost her dreams in the process of the tour took his hand in her own and said nothing as if she was trying to communicate her mutual understanding his grief in the space between their intertwined fingers.

“How could you ever understand? You don’t even feel anything.” Charlie hissed. “Maybe that’s why your mother liked you better small, because nobody loves you the way you are!”

“You’re always bitter, you’re always cynical and passive aggressive like you’re so high and mighty. I bet that’s why no one wants to be your friend!” Charlie followed up swiftly, not giving him the chance to rebut his arguments. He felt completely and utterly raw and humiliated, not just for the attack on his family but for the attack on his personality that Mike had presented him with.

Mike however, hardly seemed to be listening or so it seemed. He checked his nails meticulously as he waited for Charlie to finish, taunting him with his indifference.

“I’m sorry then! Happy? That’s all you wanted to hear wasn’t it?” Mike spat out with indignation as he rolled his eyes. A small, sadistic part of him wanted to see just how far he could take this, to see how long it would be until Charlie truly snapped. That was the worst part of it; he never knew when to stop once he started.

“You’re not being sincere about it.”

“Since when could you get your cake and eat it too? Ever heard of capitalism?”

“APOLOGISE.” Violet’s loud voice interrupted his tirade.

“No, why should I apologise for stating the facts?” He said smugly, a wide grin on his face.

“Friends don’t treat each other like this.” Augustus said with disgust marring his grimace.

“He’s not a friend. He’s a bad friend.” Veruca confirmed.

Between the three of them they managed to pull Charlie out of the room, letting the door click shut with finality. The sound was somehow worse than hearing it slam. There was no anger, just the clarity of solemnitude that Mike had condemned himself to willingly.

All alone on his little bench, he felt that sudden regret. The type that made him feel as brittle as the glass candies that lined the windows. He filled the silence with his own uncontrolled rage as he took it out on his surroundings, choosing rather the sound of anger over that of understanding.

But what kind of damage can a boy the size of a doll do after all?

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teaveeobsession · 8 months

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