The Path Back: Wonka

 The Magician and her Hat

There was a discussion about Showmanship. Bonnie and I were talking about what Scott would need to get things started and survive as a creator. Anyone can be creative. Yes. Anyone. Every person has passion. (There was a short Ted talk on Passion.  It's bullshit. Every magician and showman can pull 'passion' out of his hat. That means the trick of passion on stage is pointless!) The necessary stuff is a recipe of different stuff. Business savvy and showmanship go along way to sell the dream of the magician. There's no better showman than the over-the-top real people that I knew. These culminated into a singular character archetype that we all know as Willy Wonka.

So, two real life people and two fictional characters entered the discussion. Men who are mad and completely off their rockers for their time period. Completely sold on their own personal vision of success. P.T. Barnum from Leavenworth, Ks. There's a Carousel Museum that showcase's Barum's contribution to the town and entertainment in general. Barnum's barbie pink house still stands on Broadway Street to this very day. (Although privately owned) Barnum was showman who defied social conventions to rise to achieve his vision of success. The other real-life showman was a young man we will call, The Boatman. He was young and in 2013 was trying to sell vacations. Constantly had a head of dreams that saw him as the CEO of a business empire. Always striving for the 'bigger, better deal' but constantly broke. The two fictional characters were Willy Wonka and The Great and Powerful OZ. Both inventors, entrepreneurs, showman, and savvy businessmen. Both characters over-the-top, defying social conventions, and pushing boundaries. Many could argue the good, the bad, and the ugly sides of these characters, never truly deciding whether they were heroes or villains.

Scott objected. He said he wasn't confident enough for that.

That's when we struck a deal, sealed with a pinky promise. He agreed to supply me with a lifetime of chocolate, and I would teach him what he needed to know. That's when Noodle was born. Bonnie and I stood there, and with a heavy dose of pure imagination, gave him the outline to Wonka. Not the whole thing. Good chunks, big pieces. The Chocolate Cartel, Flamingos, Ballons, jazz numbers. Scrub scrub, Apple strudel, an illiterate business man, and a contract with an enormous amount of fine print, invented Orphan Syndrome, added some Muppet show/Laugh-in sets, and some ommpa pa polka. We envisioned faces on characters, remembered Horrible Histories, and made Mr. Key's waistline grow. We gave Mr. Tiddles a wonka washy machine, milked a giraffe, and burned down a candy shop. And we imagined Mr. Dahl singing of the worlds hidden inside books when reuniting Noodle with her mother.

All that improvised and pulled from a hat while standing in line at a comic con. (Oh there was more)

But what I remember most was giving Scott the secret of chocolate. And directly after that, the Secret of Five Nights At Freddy's.

Which is why MatPat is Toy Bonnie, so I can't tell you! Sorry for the lead up. It would give way too much way, duncha know!

The Magic created that day is all summed up in the movie Wonka. This is why I keep telling the fandom they are looking for theories in the wrong places. The lore doesn't exist soley in Scott's FNAF because that wasn't the only thing created that day. Let me give you something more since you came all this way.

Why does a Chocolate Cartel have a computer in the vault, under the cathedral? Did you miss the old computer in there? The cartel kept their information in books. What's the computer for? And Why does it resemble the computer found under the pizza plex in Security Breach? Perhaps, maybe, in a world with a Night Road or a Man dressed in Purple driving a Vampiric car could rip open the fabric between worlds and travel right through. Could you envision such a thing? How about if I lent you my Pure Imagination? Could it be possible, that a color of magic could, maybe, just maybe, squeeze through the fibers and leave a mark?

Perhaps that's just a theory or maybe you need more proof. 

Wouldn't that be interesting tho?