Disclaimer: I don't own it. And in the case of my surprise crossover, I don't want to own it.
Warnings: product of a seriously disturbed, sleep-deprived mind.
Xander Harris was having a very bad day. Ever since his spectacular failure of a wedding, he had been looking over his shoulder, anticipating Anya's revenge. After all, one didn't lightly dump a (former) vengeance demon at the altar, most especially not the Patron of Scorned Women. It didn't matter that she'd lost her powers; Anya was feared most of all for the creativity of her punishments. This being the Hellmouth, chances were she could find a way to do some damage, even as a human.
A few weeks later, Xander had started to relax slighly. Nothing had happened, and he was beginning to hope that nothing would. Of course, that was the moment when the lightning struck. As his world went dark, Xander's last thoughts were of regret.
Bright. Everything was far to bright. Xander blinked as his vision swam into focus. There was a man standing over him, but he couldn't possibly be human. There was just such an unnatural quality to him, from his overly large, overly white teeth, to his shiny, chin length hair. His face was nearly vampire-pale, but with a glow of life that no vampire could hope to mimic.
The man smiled a sharklike smirk. In an overly chipper voice he said, "My name is Willie Wonka, and you, my friend, have come to the attention of Leslie, the Patron of Jilted Brides. She and I have a...little agreement, you might say. Welcome to my chocolate factory."
As the factory rang with eerie laughter, Xander shook with horror, coming to the realization that he had been shrunk into a tiny Oompa Loompa.
Author's note: This comes from a late night with no caffeine.I couldn't help myself. Willie Wonka comes off as seriously creepy to me, and the Oompa Loompas just bother me. I do not own BTVS or Willie Wonka.