Bucket- Michael Teavee

The broom inside the locker slowly stepped out and brushed long white hair out of its eyes. It was the longest broom she had ever seen, and had arms and legs, and it wasn't a broom but a man. He was wearing a blanket that had been cut up and stitched back together as a crude robe. Arms fell from holes on its sides and pooled together on the floor like bunches of long coiled rope.

His body was flat. His face was stretched down and his eyes were misshapen.

He moved slowly and deliberately, and Marama heard his body creak. The arm coils unraveled and reached behind them, pulling a small bottle out of a box. He took out a handful of pills and moved them to his mouth, swallowing them without water. His neck was flat enough for Marama to see the pills sticking out of his skin as they slowly traveled down.

"Hello," he said. His voice sounded the way good chocolate suffered. He had a strong American accent. ...

"You're... from that silly chocolate contest, back all that time ago. The boy who was stretched. You're Mike Teavee."

"No," said the man. "I am not Mike Teavee. Mike Teavee died when he was a child. For the crime of curiosity."

"He didn't," said Maruma. "He left the factory, people saw him. He was interviewed."

"No," he said. "I did. I was. His death was my birth. I am not the original. Teleportation, he dubbed it. Wonkavision. I call myself Michael, but it is wrong of me."

"I remember the video of you walking out of the factory," she said. "You weren't… you were bad, but it wasn't like this."

"My body did not know it had grown," said Michael. "It kept trying to grow as if I was what he was before the stretching. I thought it was fun, at the time. Being tall, getting taller by the day. But the aches started, and my body began to fail… by sixteen I could no longer bend my knees. I have not sat once in all that time. It would kill me. My body has not left this locker in years."

- Chapter 20, Nothingface, Violence, Track 11