#mr.bucket

Ivarr The Boneless x Female Reader:

Blood.

There was blood everywhere.

The floor, the walls, the ceiling, the furniture, everything was covered in your parents' blood. You could only watch helplessly as the macabre scene unfolded before your eyes. You weren't strong enough to be able to protect your parents. You had to live with their death on your conscience, but your brothers Sigurd and Eivor managed to ease the burden. Everything seemed to be going well until Sigurd decided to leave Norway to go to England.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Ect...

Mangle

King Rhodri decides to take revenge on Ivarr Ragnarsson by attacking the only thing he had the least bit of affection for: you.

Warning: mutilation, torture, nudity

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Ect.

charlie and the chocolate factory:

Willy Wonka x Female Reader:

Unlike your cousin Charlie Bucket, you hadn't had a chance in life. Your parents abandon you, leaving you in the hands of Mr. and Mrs. Bucket. As long as you can remember, you had to work hard to help them make ends meet. Like your cousin, you admired the famous Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, although you know that it was impossible for you to enter it. At least, that's what you thought.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Finish~

God Of War:

Young Kratos

Yandere Kratos x female reader:

Chapter One

Kratos x Female Reader:

Abandoned

Ragnarok is over. You agreed to follow Kratos and Freya across the nine Realms, but instead of helping them in restorative quests, you will have a completely different revelation.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Finish~

Tyr x Female Reader:

You had a happy life. A loving family and a devoted husband. But every idyllic setting had a dark spot. And you were going to learn it the worst way.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Out of series:

A Strange book

Vikings:

Ragnar Lodbrok and Daughter reader:

Being the eldest daughter of Ragnar Lodbrok and Lagertha is not an easy existence. Everyone expects a lot from you. But it's even less so when you can't stand your own father and his ways.

Chapter One

kuroshitsuji:

Undertaker x Female reader:

Madness part 1

Hellsing Ultimate:

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Jujutsu Kaisen

"Was it to the store, honey?" asked Madame Bucket, who was cooking her famous cabbage soup.

"Nothing out of the ordinary," you replied before going to hug each member of your family before sitting down next to Charlie.

The door was not long in opening on the father of the family: Mr. Bucket. The man greeted the family which was now complete. Mr. Bucket approached his wife to kiss her. She asked her husband if there was anything else to put in the soup. You felt your heart sink as you watched the smile disappear from your uncle's lips, giving way to an embarrassed expression, shaking your head slightly. Your aunt quickly replied that cabbage went best with cabbage, all while bringing down her chopper on the poor vegetable. The father of the family came to sit at the table, announcing to Charlie that he had something for him. He took caps of toothpaste from his pocket, placing them in front of the young boy who was more than happy to find the missing piece to complete his precious model of the chocolate factory.

"It's exactly what I need!" exclaimed Charlie, rushing to his closet to pull out his model.

"What's it, Charlie?" Grandpa Joe asked, trying to see what his grandson was doing.

Charlie put down his model of the famous chocolate factory, made entirely of toothpaste cap, to hang the last missing piece: the head of Willy Wonka.

"Dad fount it, just the piece I needed."

"What piece was it?" you asked, studying the model.

"A head for Willy Wonka," he replied smiling at you.

"Well! How wonderful!" said Grandma Josephine.

"It's quite a likeness," Grandpa Joe commented.

"You think so?" Charlie asked as he left your legs to walk closer to his grandparents' bed.

"Think so? I know so."

You took advantage of this moment to join your aunt in the small kitchen to prepare the bowls as well as the tray. Once the bowls were filled, you distributed them to the others before settling on the ladder, listening with one ear to Grandpa Joe's stories. You have heard them many times. You wondered what Willy Wonka looked like. Why did he never leave his factory? Where did all his ideas for his sweets come from? You quickly finished your soup to go to the room you shared with your cousin. You swapped your clothes for your nightgown, hole because of moths, and you slipped under the covers.

"I'd give anything in the world just to go in one more time... and see what's become of that amazing factory," Grandpa Joe said dreamily.

"Well, you won't," Grandpa George snapped, snapping Grandpa Joe out of his thoughts. "Because you can't! No one can. It's a mystery and i will always be a mystery. Even (Y/N) understood it. That little factory of yours, Charlie, is as close as any of us is ever going to get."

Grandpa George was right. It would take a miracle for anyone to set foot in the chocolate factory.

(o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o)

A sigh escaped your lips as you explained to the umpteenth customer that all the chocolate bars had been sold. Since this morning, people had become hysterical. You had learned from Bill that the great Willy Wonka had hidden five golden tickets to allow five people to visit his chocolate factory. Part of you wanted to find that famous ticket, but you knew your chances were slim, extremely slim.

"They were crazy before, but now it's worse," you say, carrying the last box full of Wonka bars.

"And again! Have you ever seen a new flavor come out?" Bill asked chuckling.

"I remember when the morning dew flavored lollipop came out for Valentine's Day. I've never seen so many women banging on it for simple lollipops."

Bill was laughing as you carried the box of Wonka candy into the shop. You didn't have time to open the box and put the goods away when people came tumbling into the store, their money in their hands and yelling at you to give them the famous chocolates. A crazy day in itself. At the end of the day, you were completely exhausted and sweaty. People had gone absolutely crazy.

"You did very well, kiddo," Bill said, ruffling your hair.

"Do you think this frenzy will last long?"

"Hey! Wait a bit when the first golden ticket is found. Here, present from the house." Bill handed you a Wonka chocolate bar.

You thanked your boss while unwrapping the candy. Bill was watching carefully as you removed the foil.

Nothing.

You shrug your shoulders and say you've at least won some chocolate for tonight. You said good night to Bill before leaving the store, biting into chocolate. You had to finish it before going home. You loved your family, but there were times when you wanted to keep certain things to yourself. You were already giving your salary to your uncle and your aunt. You had every right to be selfish from time to time. To be sure of that, you took a detour to finish your candy. You sat on a bench, quietly eating your chocolate and enjoying this moment of solitude. You finished the last square of the tablet. You threw the packaging in the first trash can you found, your attention was caught by the newspaper that was inside. You took out the trash so you could read the articles.

"Well, the employee unable to serve his customers is scavenging," commented a female voice.

You sighed as you turned to one of Bill's store customers. One of the hysterical customers who yelled at you when you told her Wonka chocolate was out of stock.

"And the unpleasant customer has nothing else to do with her evening?" you asked sarcastically.

"You little..."

"Everything's going good here?"

You jumped as you turned to the third person who had just arrived. You didn't hear it coming. Who was this guy? He was tall, slender, wearing a top hat and odd glasses, dressed in a red velvet jacket, wearing gloves and holding a cane. The disgruntled customer huffed and mumbled something incomprehensible before turning on her heels and leaving, leaving you alone with this strange man.

"Thank you, sir," you say, turning to the strange man.

"It's nothing. I wasn't going to let that awful thing go after you, Barley Sugar."

"Barley sugar?"

"My dearest apologies, I didn't ask your name."

"Sorry, but my family always told me not to talk to the stranger. Thanks for saving me anyway, stranger."

"Good night, Barley Sugar."

You moved away from the mysterious man to take the road and return to the cabin after another small detour to enjoy your well-deserved moment of solitude. Night had long since fallen when you returned. Your grandparents, Mr Bucket and Charlie were fast asleep. Only Madame Bucket was still awake, sitting at the table, a bowl of cabbage soup just waiting to be eaten. Your aunt was giving you a stern look as you closed the door and took off your jacket which you hung up with the others.

"Where were you? I was worried, you know."

"Sorry, aunt. It was a crazy day with that golden ticket thing. People almost scratched my eyes out when they saw they didn't have the ticket," you say while eating your soup.

"(Y/N). Your... your uncle lost his job. From now on... you are our only source of income, honey."

The sip of soup passed slowly down your throat. It had to be a bad joke. Was God punishing you for a stupid Chocolate bar? You sighed knowing what she was going to ask of you and it didn't take long to happen: working overtime at Bill's. You wanted to scream, to tell her that you were already giving away everything you earned and now they're asking for more. But you didn't say anything, you just smiled and nodded.

"No problem. I'll... ask Bill for more hours," you say, tightening your grip on the spoon.

"I'm sorry, honey. Everything will be okay, I promise."

"Willy Wonka," Charlie replied.

"That's the one. Here in the papers his new candies aren't selling very well. But I suppose maube he's just a rotten egg who deserves it."

"Yes."

"Oh really? You ever met him?"

"I did," Charlie replied, stopping to shine his shoes. "I thought he was great at first but then he didn't turn out so nice. He also has a funny haircut."

Hearing that, Willy quickly lowered the newspaper. Revealing in broad daylight.

"I don't."

"Why are you here?" Charlie asked, putting away his gear.

"I don't feel so hot. What makes you feel better when you feel terrible?"

"My family."

"Ew."

Charlie stood up seeing the chocolate maker's disgusted reaction. He asked him what he had against his family, which caused Willy to gag. Harry sighed, explaining that it was the concept that bothered him. The fact that people tell him what he has the right to do or not to do, that all that was a brake on creativity. Charlie shrugged, retorting that if the parents reacted like that, it was because they loved their children and it was for the proteges. What still made Willy wince who was not very convinced of this explanation.

"If you don't believe me you should ask," Charlie said.

"Ask who? My father? No way. At least not by myself."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"Hey! What a good idea!" Willy exclaimed as he left the seat to approach the glass elevator. "And you know what? I got-"

Willy paid no attention and crashed headlong into the glass elevator wall. The chocolate maker collapses, before the surprised eyes of Charlie. He stood up, adjusting his hat on his head, muttering that he should be careful where he parked it. Willy pressed the button, opening the doors. The two entered the flying elevator. Willy announced that he had to get someone from the chocolate factory before going to his father's house. Willy led the boy to the door of his apartment, telling him to wait in the hallway until he returned. You were perplexed when you saw Willy coming back. Had he already finished what he had to do?

"Is that okay with Charlie?" you asked, turning down the sound of the television.

"Charlie? Oh yeah! He's in the hallway right now."

"What?! Why did you bring her to the chocolate factory?!" you asked, getting up from the couch.

"Charlie had a brilliant idea! I have to go find my father and he's going to come with me," he said, moving closer to you. "I would very much like you to come with me there too."

"For what?"

"I can't do it alone. I know that with you, I will have the strength to face him. Please, Barley sugar."

"Okay, I'll come with you," you said with a sigh. "But only because you helped me and I owe you!"

"Yes sir!"

You rolled your eyes when you heard that. You grabbed your old coat, following Willy out of the apartment. Your gaze automatically fell on Charlie. Your cousin was surprised to see you with his idol. You nodded to him, following Willy to the glass elevator. The tension was palpable in the cabin. Willy was between you and Charlie. Your cousin was as uncomfortable as you. What could he tell you? He didn't know what to say, especially after what happened with his parents. Even you didn't know what to say to him. It was terribly embarrassing. The trip to Mr. Wonka's house was made in heavy silence. The elevator lands in a huge field where there was a house. There was nothing else around. The trio were closing in on the house. The closer they got to the house, the more nervous Willy became.

"I think we have the wrong house," Willy said as he climbed the stairs.

The gaze of the two cousins landed on a small sign that read 'Dr. Wilbur Wonka, D.D.S. Dental Practitioner.' Willy fell silent as Charlie pressed the doorbell. You put your hand on Willy's bicep, smiling at him to motivate him. The chocolatier nodded slightly, taking a deep breath when a stern-looking man opened the door, watching the trio intently.

"Do you have an appointment?" he asked.

"No, but he's late," Charlie replied, gesturing towards Willy.

Willy giggled, clinging more to your hand and muttering to you that it was a bad idea. You reassured him, telling him that everything was going to be fine. Dr. Wilbur nodded to the trio, inviting them to follow him. You had to drag Willy inside the house, taking the chocolatier to the cabin. Willy gave your cousin his glasses and his hat, and he gave you his long coat.

"I'll be fine," you said, smiling at him.

"Yeah."

“Get into your position,” Wilbur said sternly, pulling on his gloves.

Willy sat down on the armchair, allowing his father, who hadn't recognized him yet, to check his teeth. Your cousin and you took advantage of this moment to better observe the walls covered with newspaper articles talking about Willy and his chocolate factory. There was even a scrapbook with other items and wrappers of Willy's famous sweets. Charlie flipped through the album as your attention fell on a photo of a young man. Probably Willy before he got so fabulous. That was the only word that came to mind to describe him. You took the frame in your hands, you couldn't help but smile. It was obvious that Wilbur cared about his son.

"Be careful with this picture, miss," Wilbur said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Sorry, sir," you say as you put the frame back on the fireplace.

"Heaveans, I haven't seen bicuspids like these since..."

Wilbur fell silent upon realizing that the man standing with him was none other than his son. He withdrawing his instruments, depositing them on the table. He couldn't believe it. Willy greeted his father, straightening up.

"All these years and you haven't flossed," he said, dropping his stern mask.

"Not once," Willy answered.

Wilbur smiled. After all this time, he finally saw his son again. The two men hugged each other awkwardly. You nudged Charlie lightly, nodding him towards the door. The two cousins left the room, leaving Willy and Wilbur alone the time of their reunion. You went to sit on the stairs as Charlie leaned against the wall next to the door, facing you.

"He's lucky," you say, playing nervously with your fingers. "His dad loves him. It shows."

"Yes, he just wanted to protect him from the ill effects of candy," Charlie said with a shrug.

"Yeah," you replied with a sigh. "How's it going... over there?"

"It's gotten… weird since you left," he said, shifting awkwardly to his feet. "You... you're not going to come back, are you?"

"I can't Charlie. Not after what happened with Uncle Bucket."

"I understand. I'm sorry."

"Charlie. Listen. You don't have to apologize for anything your father said or did. What Uncle Bucket told me is unforgivable. I could never forgive him for treating me the way he did it. I shouldn't have lost my temper in front of you. You shouldn't have seen this argument. Believe me, I'm sorry about that, but I'm not sorry that I left the house. ."

Charlie looked down, biting his lip. He was doing his best to hold back his tears. You sighed, dropping the coat on the stairs to get up and move closer to him. You put your hand on his shoulder, catching his attention. You hugged your cousin, hugging him.

"Charlie. Just because I'm leaving the house doesn't mean I love you less. You'll always be my favorite cousin. If you have any problems, you can come see me. I'll always be here for you, I'll promise."

Charlie nodded slightly, burying his face in your chest as he hugged you. You end the hug when you hear the door to the medical room open. Willy and his father leave the room. It seems that their discussion went well. Willy approached you and Charlie, asking if you were ready to leave. Your cousin and you acquired. You gave him back his coat and Charlie gave him back his glasses and hat when Wilbur asked if he could talk to you privately. You looked at Willy who told you that he was waiting outside with Charlie, because he had to find the glass elevator. Willy and Charlie left the residence, leaving you alone with Father Wonka.

"I wanted to thank you for coming with Willy, miss. He explained to me that you hadn't been there, he wouldn't have had the courage to come and see me," he said looking down at you.

"It...it's nothing, sir. Your son helped me. So it's only fitting that I reciprocate," you said, playing nervously with your fingers.

"I haven't been the best father to him. I know that. But I love my son. I've always followed his work. What worried me the most was that Willy didn't have no one to rely on. And when he talks to me about you, I see that he has a lot of affection for you. I know I have nothing to say, but I just want to ask you to watch over him."

You didn't expect this. It was the first time someone asked you such a thing. To you, the poor girl that everyone looked down on. You nodded slightly, agreeing to watch over Willy. You joined Willy and Charlie. The two were waiting in the glass booth. You joined them quickly, entering the elevator which started. Willy liked you? It was true that the chocolatier had shown tender gestures towards you, but at this point? Was it even possible? Come to think of it, Willy was always kind to you. He had offered you beautiful clothes, he had given you special attention during the visit to his chocolate factory and he was hosting you without asking you for anything in return. He had affection for you.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Charlie asked, looking worried at you.

"Y-yes. Why?"

"Your face is red."

"Do you feel good, Barley sugar?" Willy asked, taking off his glove to put his hand on your forehead. "You have a fever?"

"N-no. I-I-I'm fine!" you exclaimed, removing Willy's hand. "I… I'm just tired. I just want to go home."

Willy and Charlie looked at each other surprised by your behavior. You had become silent and you were mumbling to yourself. You nervously played with your fingers. What was going to happen once you go back to the chocolate factory? What were you going to tell him? What were you going to do? What was he going to do?

"(Y/N)?" Charlie called.

"I'm fine!" you say quickly, glaring at Charlie.

"Um... we're back at the chocolate factory."

"Um? Ah yes. Um...I'll walk Charlie to the gate."

Charlie joined you in the elevator, greeting Willy. The doors closed and the car moved quickly, carrying you and your cousin to the entrance hall. The boy looked at you puzzled as you exited the glass booth and made your way to the door.

"Are you doing well?" Charlie asked, looking worried at you. "You've been weird since we got back from Doctor Wonka's house."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I… I'm just thinking about something," you say, running your hands over your face. "It's...it's really nothing, Charlie. I... I'll ask Willy so you can come see me once in a while. How about that?"

"That would be nice," he said smiling at you. "Good. Is it ok to get home? Do you want me to come with you?"

"It'll be fine, don't worry."

"I'll at least accompany you to the gate."

You accompany Charlie to the huge gate. You opened the door for the workers, asking him if he was sure he wanted to go in alone. Your cousin smiled at you, telling you that it was not the first time that he had come home alone without being accompanied. You smiled, reminding him to be careful. Charlie hugged you, telling you he missed you before he left. You watched him walk away, making sure he was okay until he disappeared from sight. You went back inside the chocolate factory, returning to the apartment. Willy was in the kitchen area, finishing making hot cocoa. He was smiling at you, asking if Charlie got home okay. You nodded slightly, moving closer to him. You watched him melt the chocolate in the milk, which was warming gently on the stove.

"It was...a rather strange day," you say as you prepare the cups.

"Yeah, but strangely... I'm happy with the result," he said, smiling at you.

"Yes," you say, leaning on the counter.

"I wanted to ask you. Can Charlie come by here once in a while?"

"Of course. He is welcome here."

"Great. He'll be happy."

Willy removed the pan from the heat, pouring the chocolate liquid into the cups. You took your steaming cup, thanking the chocolate maker before going to sit on the couch with him. The silence that settled was restful after this eventful day. To tell the truth, it was more restful than the other days. A weight had been lifted. You still had Charlie with you and Willy had made up with his father.

"This last days were really strange," you say, taking a sip of the sugary drink.

"Yeah, I never thought all of this could happen," he said, also taking a sip of his drink before setting the mug down on the table to remove his gloves. "And I still want to thank you for coming with me."

"I owed you that. You helped me a lot, I owed you that," you said smiling at him.

"You didn't have to," he said slipping his hand into yours. "And I can't thank you enough for that."

"And I can't thank you enough for letting me stay with you."

Your eyes met Willy's. He squeezed your hand gently your hand in his. He passed his free hand over your cheek, smiling fondly at you. You couldn't help but think back to Wilbur's words. Willy would really like you. You would be lying to yourself if you said otherwise. You put your hand over his, looking him in the eye. It was a strange, exciting and terrifying feeling. Willy brought his face closer to yours, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was sweet. It was strange to kiss someone. Willy pulled back, breaking the kiss.

"You really do care for me then," you said, looking at him awkwardly.

"Of course. The first time I met you with that pissed off woman from the service," he said, chuckling lightly. "I knew that... that you were worthy to come here, that I had to show you around the chocolate factory, that I had to get to know you. I loved every day that you stayed with me and I don't want to not that it's over."

"To hear you, it sounds like a confession."

"Are you disturbed?"

"No, I'm happy," you said, smiling at him.

Willy was smiling, kissing you again when someone knocked on the door. The chocolatier had no choice but to part with you. He stole a last kiss from you before walking away from you to open the door for one of his Oompa Loompas. You were watching him chatting with his employee when you saw his expression become bored. Willy came back to get his gloves.

"Sorry, trouble with one of the new treats," he said, putting his gloves back on. "I'll be right back, Barley sugar. I love you."

You looked at Willy surprised when he left the apartment to go as quickly as possible to the Inventing Room. Did he just tell you he loved you? You couldn't help laughing, wondering how long it would take the chocolate maker to realize what he had just told you.

"You're so beautiful," Charlie said smiling at you.

"A beautiful young woman" commented Grandma Josephine.

"Maybe you'll finally find a man for a husband," joked Grandpa George.

"Pop," growled Mr. Bucket.

"Come on kids. We gotta get going before we're late," Mrs. Bucket said as she picked up the coats. "Let's go! Let's go!"

You kissed your grandparents who wished you a good day. You were uncomfortable when you kissed Grandpa Joe who patted your back. He refused to talk to you or even look at you. It wasn't your fault it was also your dream to meet Willy Wonka. You were wishing your grandparents a good day, leaving the cabin with your uncle, your aunt and Charlie. The boy was more excited than you, literally making you run to get to the chocolate factory as quickly as possible. Your excitement subsided when you saw the crowd gathering in front of the gates. You showed them your golden ticket. The police let you pass and put you in line with the other families. Charlie took your hand looking shyly at the other children. Beside them, you were doing a bit of a task. Augustus was eating his chocolate with his mouth wide open, Violet was chewing gum loudly, Mike was tapping his foot nervously and Veruca was ordering her father to move the clock forward so he could go inside.

"Badly behaved children," you thought as you pulled Charlie closer to you.

You and Charlie turned one last time to see Mr. and Mrs. Bucket waving at each other and blowing kisses. At ten o'clock sharp, the gates of the chocolate factory opened. Your hand tightened around Charlie's.

"Please enter!"

The group entered quickly, passing the huge gate.

"Come forward"

The group advanced to the huge gates.

"Close the gates!"

The gates closed with an ominous creak as the group continued to advance to the doors.

"Dear visitors, it is my great pleasure to welcome you to my humble factory. Who am I? Well..."

The group stopped in front of the huge doors that revealed huge red velvet curtains, which opened on a musical puppet show that sang the glory of Willy Wonka. Your gaze fell on Charlie. The boy was looking at you as perplexed as you. The other parents and children were also perplexed, except Mrs. Gloop and her son. The end of the show was ludicrous, a firework was triggered which set fire to the puppets, melting them and making their eyes pop out of their sockets. The music distorted before finally shutting up. What had just happened? The group was snapped out of their minds by hearing someone giggle and clap frantically. All eyes fell on the man who was smiling with all his perfectly white and perfectly aligned teeth. Your eyes widened when you saw that the excited man was none other than the strange man who had helped you and offered the clothes you were wearing. The man was quickly climbing the stairs, carefully observing his guests.

"Who are you?" Violet asked with an unpleasant tone.

"Willy Wonka," you say in a small voice.

"Really?" Charlie asked under his breath.

Willy observed his guests with a huge smile, his breathing was noisy. His gaze met yours. You quickly looked away, preferring to focus on your new shoes. God, that was terribly embarrassing.

"Good morning, starshine! The Earth says hello!"

The guests watched Willy Wonka in awkward silence. Seeing this, the famous chocolatier rummaged in his coat to pull out small cards.

"Dear guests, greetings. Welcome to the factory. I shake you warmly by the hand," he said, holding out his hand to his guests when he realized he shouldn't have said that line. He quickly retracted his hand. "My name is Willy Wonka."

"Then shouldn't you be up there?" Veruca asked, pointing to the throne that had appeared during the show.

"I couldn't very well watch the show from up there, now, couldt I, little girl?"

"Mr. Wonka," Charlie called, taking a step forward. "I don't know if you remember, but our grandfather worked in your chocolate factory."

"Was he one of tose despicable spies who every day tried to steal my life's work and sell it to tose parasitic copycat candy making cads?" he asked in a harsh and threatening tone.

By reflex, you put your arm around your cousin, drawing him towards you, glaring severely at the chocolatier. Willy lifted his head slightly, meeting your eyes (Y/E/C). You held his gaze, daring him to go after your Charlie.

"N-no, sir," Charlie replied shyly.

"Good! Say hello to him," Willy replied cheerfully. "Let's get a move on, kids!"

Willy turned his back on his guests, rushing into his chocolate factory at a rapid pace. Seeing this, everyone quickly caught up with the famous chocolatier. Augustus asked him if he wanted to know their first name. To which Willy replied that he didn't see the point before changing the subject, saying that they had a lot to do. The group arrived in a huge corridor and were struck by the sweltering heat.

"Just drop your coats anywhere," Willy said pulling off his long red velvet jacket which he threw on the floor along with his weird sunglasses.

"Mr. Wonka. It sure is toasty in here," Mr. Teavee said, removing his jacket.

"What?" asked the chocolatier, turning to the man. "Oh! Yes! I have to keep it warm in here because my workers are used to an extremely hot climate. They just can't stand the cold."

"Who are the workers?" Charlie asked curiously.

"All in good time," he said before looking at you. "Now..."

You felt your cheeks blush when you saw his eyes for the first time. He was looking you up and down, a proud smile stretching his lips. The chocolatier started walking, crossing the huge hallway when Violet hugged him. Willy tensed, grimacing in disgust.

"Mr. Wonka, I'm Violet Beauregarde!" she said while loudly chewing her gum

"Oh... I don't care," he replied with a small forced smile as he continued on his way.

"Well, you should care! I'm the kid who's gonna win the special prize at the end."

"Well, you do seem confident, and confident is key."

You looked at Willy perplexed. He didn't seem convinced of what he had just said. On the other hand, mrs. Beauregarde was delighted. Veruca rushed in front of the chocolatier who was forced to stop, his expression distorted by another grimace.

"I'm Veruca Salt. It's very nice to meet you, sir," she said with a small bow.

"I always thought a verruca was a type of wart you got on the bottom of your foot."

You couldn't help but giggle. Willy looked at you out of the corner of his eye, a slight smile appeared on his lips when his attention was drawn to Augustus Gloop, his face covered in dry chocolate and crunching a piece of chocolate with his teeth.

"I'm Augustus Gloop. I love your chocolate!"

"I can see that. So do I. I never expected to have so much in common," he said halfheartedly before turning back to Mike. "You. You're the little devil who cracked the system. As for you two... you're only lucky to be here. And the rest of you must be their-"

Willy was gagging trying to say that word. Mr. Salt said the word parent, which made Willy laugh nervously.

"Yeah! Moms and dads," he said before his eyes clouded over. "Dad? Daddy..."

"Mr Wonka?" you called passing your hand in front of the chocolatier who came out of his trance. "Are you doing well?"

"Sure, Barley sugar. Let's move along."

Willy turned his back on the small group, advancing to the door which was at the end of the corridor. You couldn't help glancing at Willy out of the corner of your eye. You would never have believed that this extravagant man ran this world-famous chocolate factory. Was this guy making fun of you? He had listened to your complaints against your family, he had offered you his clothes that you dreamed of having. Your fingers twitched thinking of something. Willy knew you had won the day you found the golden ticket. When you first met, he must have thought you looked grotesque in Grandma Georgina's old clothes and he didn't want to be ashamed in front of the reporters. Willy Wonka bought you his clothes to avoid public humiliation. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Charlie's hand tug on your sweater. You realized that the hallway was shrinking more and more. The adults had no choice but to crouch in front of the tiny door. How were they going to get into the room?

"Important room, this," Willy said, pulling out a big bunch of keys. "After all, it is a chocolate factory."

"Then why is the door so small?" Mike muttered.

"It's to keep all the great big chocolate flavor inside! haha!"

This answer was strange. Willy inserted the key in the lock, slowly unlocking the tiny door. The chocolate maker slowly reached for the door, the leather of his glove making a creaking sound, to push the double door wide enough to let the group in. The smell of chocolate and sugar penetrated your nostrils. The ground was covered with grass and some strange plant you had never seen, there was a chocolate waterfall and a river running through the huge room.

"Now, do be careful, my dear children. Don't lose your heads. Don't get over excited. Just keep... very... calm," Willy said calmly.

In shock, Augustus dropped his bar into the grass. You carefully observed the surroundings, not hearing Charlie whisper that this place was magnificent and Willy's gaze resting on you, affirming the words of your young cousin. You didn't notice the glare Madame Beauregarde left you either.

"Every drop of the river is hot melted chocolate of the finest quality," Willy began as he walked into the room, followed closely by his guests before turning to them. "The waterfall is most important. Mixes the chocolate. Churns it up. Makes it light and frothy. By the way, no other factory in the wolrd mixes its chocolate and waterfall, my dear children. And you can take that to the bank. "

The chocolatier started walking again, leading the little group into the room. All of his sweets made your mouth water, but there were so many things you didn't know where to start. The group was crossing a small bridge, passing over the chocolate river when your attention was caught by a strange machine, flying above your heads.

"People!" Willy called, catching the attention of his guests. "Those pipes suck up the chocolate and carry it away, all over the factory. Thousands of gallons an hour. Yeah. And do you like my meadow? Try some of my grass. Please have a blade. Please do. it's so delectable and so darn good-looking."

"You can eat the grass?" Charlie asked, clinging to your arm.

"Of course you can! Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children. And is, in fact, frowned upon in most societies."

This Willy Wonka had a pretty weird sense of humor.

"Enjoy!" he exclaimed, separating you with a wave of his hand. "Go on! Scoot! Scoot!"

The group quickly separated to run for the sweets they were craving so much. Charlie let go of your arm to go to his side. You were getting closer to a plant made entirely out of some sort of chocolate bulb. You withdrew one of the bulbs uncertainly before bringing it to your lips, crunching the candy. The taste of the chocolate was exquisite and the cream soft. It was the best chocolate you had eaten.

"Delicious, isn't it?"

You jumped when you heard your host's voice. You turned to Willy Wonka. The strange man had his Cheshire smile on his lips as his hands gripped his cane.

"I knew this clothes pulled beautifully, Barley sugar. You look lovely," he praised, smiling at you.

"T-thank you," you say uncomfortably, running your free hand up your skirt. "I thank you again for this gifts, mr Wonka."

"Mr Wonka makes me look old. Please call me Willy, Barley sugar. I would love to know your name too. Now we are no longer strangers."

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"(Y/N)," he said dreamily, testing her name on his lips. "It's a very nice name. So (Y/N), do you like the visit?"

"Yes, this piece is extraordinary," you say, smiling. "There are so many things to taste, but it's impossible to know where to start."

"This way!"

Willy grabbed your wrist, dragging you to the edge of the river where there were flowers whose petals looked like pale pink crystals. The chocolatier picked one of the flowers. He took out a petal and brought it to your mouth. Your cheeks began to blush, you parted your lips, slightly sticking out your tongue, allowing Willy to lay the pale pink petal there. The candy melted on your tongue, the taste was so sweet. Could the morning dew have a taste?

"Morning dew?" you asked surprised.

"Yes, a delicate candy, isn't it?" he asked, picking up a new petal that he was examining before eating it. "So fragile and refined. Kind of like you."

Hearing that, you had a hard time swallowing the candy. Why did he have to say such an embarrassing thing? You were about to ask him why he hadn't told you who he was when you got home, but Willy stuffed the candy into your mouth preventing you from asking any questions.

"Later, Barley sugar," he said in a low, deep voice, running his fingers over your cheek. "We have plenty of time."

"Daddy, look over there! What is it? It's a little person! Over there, by the waterfall," Verruca exclaimed drawing the others' attention.

Everyone was closing in on the little girl, staring at the oddly short man who was working to harvest the sweet plants. You were taken out of your contemplation by feeling someone push you, forcing you to step back. Your gaze met that of Mrs. Beauregarde. She looked you up and down before chuckling. You felt your heart sink when you saw her laughing at you. You nervously played with your fingers, unaware that the other adults had noticed several other identical little men and the story of Willy in the land of Loompaland.

"Augustus, my child! It's not a good thing you do!" growled Mrs. Gloop.

All attention was now on Augustus. The boy was on the other side of the bank, he plunged his hand into the river to drink the chocolate.

"Hey, little boy," Willy called as he approached the edge of the river. "My chocolate must be untouched by human hands!"

To everyone's surprise, Augustus lost his balance and fell headlong into the river. Mrs. Gloop gasped in shock as Willy rolled his eyes, annoyed at what was happening. The boy's mother rushed to the chocolatier telling him that her son could not swim. Despite the urgency, Willy remained impassive. His gaze rested on the pipes which were getting dangerously close. The corner of his lips quirked up as the pipe dipped into the chocolate and began sucking in the liquid. Your eyes widened as the power of the suction began to swirl, pulling poor Augustus in. The boy disappeared into the chocolate before reappearing in the pipe. The pressure from the machine increased, propelling the chubby boy into the pipe.

"There he goes," Violet said in a monotonous voice.

"Call the fire brigade!" exclaimed Mrs. Gloop panicked.

"It's a wonder how that pipe is big enough," Mrs. Beauregarde replied, ignoring Mrs. Gloop's panic.

"It isn't big enough," Charlie replied. "He's slowing down!"

"He's gonna stuck," Mike continued.

"He's stuck," Mr. Teavee said as he saw Augustus plug the pipe.

"He's blocked the whole pipe," said Mr. Salt.

Your attention was drawn to the Oompa Loompas. They had begun to hum and move in rhythm.

"What are they doing?" Veruca asked.

"They're going to treat us to a little song," Willy replied with a huge smile. "It is quite the special occasion. They haven't had a fresh audience in many a moon."

The Oompa Loompas began to sing a song about Augustus and his gluttony, all while dancing a suspicious choreography. At the end of the song, poor Augustus was sucked into the container before the "flying saucer" left the room. Willy was the only person to applaud the performance of his employees.

"Bravo! Well done!" he congratulated. "Aren't they delightful? Aren't they charming?"

"I say that all seemed rather rehearsed," Mr. Salt said suspiciously.

"Like they knew it was going to happen," Mike continued mumbling.

"Oh, poppycock," Willy replied as he walked towards the next post before being stopped by Mrs. Gloop.

"Where is my son? Where does that pipe go to?" she asked, pointing to the pipe that was pissing off her poor boy.

“That pipe, it just so happens to lead directly to the room where I make delicious strawberry-flavored chocolate-coated fudge."

"He will be made into strawberry-coated chocolate-flavored fudge! They'll be selling him by the pound all over the world?"

"No. I wouldn't allow it. The taste would be terrible! Can you imagine Augustus-flavored-chocolate-coated-Gloop? Ew! No one would buy it."

"You surprise me," you muttered.

Charlie clapped his hand over his mouth to keep from chuckling at your comment. You thought you saw Willy looking at you with an amused smile before making a strange cry. An Oompa Loompa arrived in front of his boss, eyeing him stoically. He was so small.

"I want you to take Mrs. Gloop to the fudge room, Okay? Help her find her son. Take a long stick and start poking around in the chocolate-mixing barrel, Okay?"

The Oompa Loompa nodded slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. Willy made the same gesture. The Oompa Loompa uncrossed his arms bowing in front of the chocolatier before approaching Mrs. Gloop. He tugged at her skirt, urging her to follow him. Mrs. Gloop left the room, leaving the group behind. The room had become silent.

"Mr. Wonka?"

"Huh?"

"How would Augustus' name already be in the Oompa Loompa's song, unless-?" Charlie asked.

"Improvisation is a parlor trick. Anyone can do it," Willy replied before turning to Violet. "You, little girl, say something. Anything."

"Chewing gum," she replied without hesitation.

"Chewing gum is really gross, chewing gum I hate the most. See? Exactly the same!" he said looking at new Charlies.

"No, it isn't," muttered Mike.

"You really shouldn't mumble. Because I can't understand a word you're saying," Willy said looking down at Mike before sighing and smiling. "Now, on with tour?"

The group stood in front of a tunnel entrance. A drumbeat rose through the air. A boat, resembling a candy pink seahorse was approaching. The sugar ship stopped in front of the group and the drumbeat ceased. The Oompa Loopams laughed like idiots as they eyed the group.

"What's so funny?" Violet asked irritably.

"I think it's from all those doggone cocoa beans. By the way, did you guys know that chocolate contains a property that triggers the release of endorphins? Gives one the feeling of being in love," he says as he lays his eyes on you .

You looked away, nervously clearing your throat as you put your arms around Charlier's shoulders. The boy was looking at you puzzled before his gaze landed on Willy Wonka. The atmosphere was strange. The moment was broken by Mrs. Beauregarde.

"You don't say," she said in a sultry voice.

Willy was ill at ease seeing the lustful look given to him by Mrs. Beauregarde.

"All abouard," he said nervously, motioning the group up.

The last three parents came up quickly, accompanied by their offspring. Charlie got into the boat first, settling on the last bench. You were about to get on when Willy held out his hand. You swallowed, staring at the chocolate maker who was smiling at you.

"Some help?" he asked, smiling at you.

"Yes thanks."

You took Willy's hand and climbed into the boat. You sat down next to Charlie, who snuggled up against you when he saw Willy settling down next to you. Your cousin brought his lips closer to your ear, placing his hands so no one else could hear what he was saying.

"I think Mr. Wonka likes you," he said before stepping back, chuckling.

"Stop talking nonsense," you say, shaking your head slightly.

"Onwards!"

The Oompa Loopam resumed beating the drum, setting the pace for his fellows. The boat resumed sailing, towards the entrance to the tunnel. Willy pulled out a candy pink ladle from under his seat, dipping it into the chocolate river and giving it to you.

"Here. Try some of this. It'll do you good. You look starved to death."

You took a sip of the chocolate before handing the ladle to Charlie.

"It's delicious," you say, glaring at Willy and smiling.

"That's because it's mixed by waterfall," he says smiling at you before looking at the others. "The waterfall is most important. It mixes the chocolate up. Churns it up, makes it light and frothy. And by the way, no other factory in the world-"

"You already said that," Veruca cut in, giving the chocolatier a bored look.

Willy was upset that he got cut like that. He slowly curled his finger, the leather making an unpleasant noise. The chocolatier's expression had grown stern as he looked at the children one by one.

"You're all quite short, aren't you?" he said, completely changing the subject.

"Well, yeah! We're children!" scolded Violet, continuing to chew her gum loudly.

"Well, that's no excuse! I was never as short as you."

"You were once," Mike replied.

"Was not! Know why? Because I distinctly remember placing a hat on top of my head," Willy said as he adjusted his hat on his head. "Look at you short, little arms. You could never reach."

"Do you even remember what it was like being a kid?" Charlie asked curiously, clinging to your arm.

"Boy, do I!" Willy laughed when his eyes grew cloudy and his smile faded. "Do I?"

You looked at Willy puzzled. He seemed to be reliving a painful memory. You put your hand on Willy's forearm, exerting a slight pressure that brought him out of his trance. The chocolatier turned his head towards you, his gaze boring into yours. Were you dreaming or were his eyes purple? Did he wear contact lenses? Your hand slid down his forearm, reaching for Willy's hand.

"Mr. Wonka? Mr. Wonka! We're headed for a tunnel," Charlie said.

You jumped when you realized what you were doing. You withdrew your hand from Willy's, avoiding his gaze, preferring to look at your new boots.

"Oh! Yeah," Willy replied. "Full speed ahead!"

The Oompa Loompa hit faster and the others rowed harder. The boat accelerated entering the dark tunnel. You couldn't see anything.

"How can they see where they're going?" Violet asked puzzled.

"They can't," Willy answered. "There's no knowing where they're going. Switch on the lights!"

The lights came on, illuminating the tunnel as the ship rolled forward. You couldn't suppress a terrified cry as you felt the boat being carried away by a much too fast current. On the first wave, you grabbed Willy's forearm. The chocolatier looked at you, an amused smile appeared on his lips when he saw you terrified. The boat was suddenly slowed down. You caught your breath when you realized you were holding Willy's forearm firmly. You excused yourself quickly, letting go of the chocolatier's hand, who was content to smile.

"People. Keep an eye out! We're passing some very important rooms here," Willy said looking at some strange doors.

You looked at the doors that seemed worthy of keeping safes with neon lights. Everything here was so strange. Mrs. Beauregarde's attention was drawn to a door where it was written "hair cream." Violet's mother turned to Willy, blinking.

“What do you use hair cream for?”

"To lock in moisture," the chocolate maker replied, laughing and lightly patting his hair.

You rolled your eyes, bringing your attention to the other doors. Your attention and that of Charlie was drawn to a room, the door of which was wide open, revealing Oompa Loopam whipping a cow who was quietly ruminating, not disturbed by the blows.

"Whip cream!" you say at the same time.

"Precisely!" laughed Willy, looking down at the two cousins.

"That doesn't make sense," Veruca replied, turning to the chocolatier and rolling her eyes.

Willy's smile disappeared as he turned his head towards the infamous girl.

"For your information, little girl, whipped cream isn't whipped cream at all unless it's been whipped with whips! Everybody knows that," he said with a smirk.

Veruca was shaking her head, turning her back on the chocolatier. It moved slightly, cracking the back of its neck. The interaction with Veruca had pissed him off, but he was trying to hide it. The sound of the drum grew louder and faster. Hearing that, Willy turned to you, taking your hand in his. You were watching the puzzled chocolate maker as the boat took a second steep descent. You closed your eyes clinging to Willy's arm when the ship made a complete turn on itself before slowing down abruptly.

"Stop the boat!" Willy ordered before looking at you. "I want to show you something."

"W-what?"

The shop fell silent at this announcement. You stared intently at the screen where an image of a chubby boy appeared with dried chocolate on his face. You winced in disgust when you saw that. Why didn't his parents take the time to clean him up? You leaned on the counter listening to the waiter explain how he had found the ticket. He had bitten into the chocolate bar without looking, he was perplexed when he smelled the unusual taste of chocolate. He had found the golden ticket by biting into it. A reporter asked Augustus how he celebrated. The boy replied that he ate more chocolate bars. No sooner had he finished his sentence than he took out a new bar which he quickly unwrapped to bite into a piece that was too big for him to eat with his mouth closed. The boy's mother commented that she knew her son was going to find a ticket with all the tablets she bought for him. The chubby woman grabbed her son's wrist to show the cameras the ticket, all while posing with him.

"He's disgusting," you say, glaring at Bill.

"I'm not telling you, kiddo," the man replied, turning off the TV.

People had become even more determined to find a golden ticket. Some had tried to get into the back room. Luckily for you, Bill had a gun license and the customers quickly calmed down when they saw him pull out a shotgun. The day passed quickly and it was almost time for you to close the shop. With the golden ticket frenzy, Bill had decided to keep the shop open overnight, to avoid being robbed. You sat in the back room, turning on the little TV to watch the paper. In case anyone found another golden ticket. Now that the first ticket was found, it was going to be madness.

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A sigh escaped your lips, you were exhausted by his long days of endless work. You barely extended a greeting to your family. You preferred to fall on your aunt and uncle's bed instead. The Bucket family members looked at you with concern and pity, which you preferred not to see. Charlie was the first to come over to help you take off your shoes and coat.

"Was it overnight?" Charlie asked as he went to hang your jacket with the others.

"Yeah...long and boring...," you said with a sigh. "His assholes are going absolutely nuts."

"A filthy young boy found a ticket," said Grandma Josephine.

"I know," you say, straightening up to sit on the edge of the bed. "Bill put the newspaper in then and it was a frenzy afterwards. Some were asking for a refund after seeing that their tablet had no tickets in it."

Another sigh escaped your lips as you ruffled your tangled hair. Charlie turned on the small TV to watch the paper. No sooner had he put on the chain than the reporter announced that the second golden ticket had just been found in Buckinghamshire. The sizzling image showed a middle-class family trying to look perfect. The little girl holding the golden ticket had an angelic smile proudly showing her ticket, her mother had her hand resting on her shoulder, showing her ring which must have cost a fortune and the father began to explain how he had found the object to be coveted by his darling granddaughter: Veruca Salt. Clearly, this man had exploited his poor workers to fulfill the desires of his darling little Veruca.

"This guy is worse than the fat guy," you say, laying back.

"I don't think that was really fair" commented Charlie sitting on his grandparents' bed. "She didn't find the ticket herself."

"That's why I hate the rich. They think everything is theirs. This kid is so spoiled that she won't do anything later," you say, glaring at your cousin. "Remember that, Charlie. No good ever comes from spoiling a child like that."

No sooner had you finished your sentence than the door opened on the Bucket parents. Charlie hurriedly turned off the television as your aunt and uncle stood in front of the grandparents' bed with huge smiles on their lips. You saw your cousin's gift roughly wrapped in newspaper. Like every year, the poor boy was only entitled to one Wonka bar.

"Charlie. Mum and I thought...maybe you wanna open your birthday present tonight," Mr. Bucket said.

"Here you are," said Mrs. Bucket, handing the famous gift to her son.

You couldn't help but envy your cousin. Even if you loved him, you hadn't had the chance to know about the birthday presents. Before he was born, you understood that your uncle and aunt kept every penny for food and other useful things. But when Charlie was old enough to receive gifts, you couldn't help but wonder why he was entitled to them and you weren't. After that hit you, you couldn't compete with Charlie. After all, he was the real child of this family. You were a parasite who paid to stay a parasite. From afar, you watched the family gather near the hero of the day who opened his gift: a Wonka Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight chocolate bar. Everyone waited impatiently for the boy to open his tablet.

"Maybe I should wait till morning," Charlie said nervously.

"Like hell," replied Grandpa George.

"Pop," growled Mr. Bucket.

"All together, we're 381 years old. We don't wait," said Grandpa Joe kindly.

Charlie plucked up his courage and started unwrapping the chocolate. All eyes were on the chocolate. Everyone was hoping, not you. What were the odds Charlie got a ticket? One in a million? Maybe more. Grandpa Joe seemed to be the most impatient of them all. Charlie removed the wrapping and unsurprisingly there was no golden ticket inside.

"Well," you say moving closer to the grandparents bed "That's that."

"We'll share it."

"Oh no, Charlie," Grandpa Joe said. "Not your birthday present."

"It's my candy bar, and I'll do what I want with it."

Charlie began cutting up chocolate chunks, handing them out to his grandparents and parents. Noticing that there was only one carrer left, you tell Charlie to eat it and that you were too tired to eat chocolate. You said good night to the Bucket family before going up to your room and Charlie's to get some sleep. Bill had given you a well-deserved weekend after this days of more than exhausting work.

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"The third ticket was found by Miss Violet Beauregarde."

It's making the headlines. You threw the newspaper on the table to finish drying your soaked hair, listening with one ear to Violet's interview. Hearing the tone of that voice, that kid must have been obnoxious. You sat between Grandpa George and Grandma Josephine, facing the fireplace so your hair would dry faster when you heard the reporter announce that the fourth golden ticket had just been found by a boy named Mike Teavee. Violet's interview was cut to show the Teavee family. The boy's parents stood awkwardly in front of the reporters as Mike royally ignored them, continuing to play his loud video game. The boy explained how he found the ticket easily by following directions that you couldn't understand and that at the end of that, he only had to buy one tablet. When a journalist asked him what it tasted like, Mike replied that he hated chocolate. This simple sentence enraged Grandpa George who began to insult the boy of all names. Luckily, Mr. Bucket had quickly placed his hands over his son's ears, letting his father spit out his venom. Grandpa George was absolutely right. It was a waste to let such a kid visit a chocolate factory if he hated chocolate. It didn't make any sense. You threw your towel over your shoulder, leaving your seat to turn off the small TV. Mr. Bucket took his hands away from his son's ears to go back to sit and continue his book and Mrs. Bucket returned to the kitchen to continue the soup.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Charlie?"

"Why aren't you at work?"

The whole house froze at Charlie's question. You watched your uncle out of the corner of your eye as you tightened your grip on the television.

"Oh! Well, the toothpaste factory thought they'd give me a bit of time off," Mr. Bucket said uncomfortably.

"Like summer vacation?"

"Sure. Something like that."

They hadn't explained anything to Charlie? You took a deep breath as you put the TV away before going to your room. Now that you were the only person bringing in money, everyone was counting on you. You still remember how embarrassed they looked when you told them that Bill made you take a whole weekend off to rest after a whole week of night shifts. But now that you were well rested, you could go back to work.

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"Only one more ticket, kiddo. Only one!" Bill said as he finished cleaning a section of his little shop. "It would be great if it was in my shop!"

"Don't get your hopes up, Bill. What do you have? One in a billion chance?"

"But I still have a chance."

You smiled, shaking your head slightly. The frenzy of golden tickets was calming down. Now that there was only one tablet left, people were losing hope of finding it. Night had just fallen, you were putting new tablets on the display when you heard the chime sound. You turned to the late-night customer who was strange. This person was two heads taller than you, wore a long trench coat and a hat that didn't show his face.

"Good evening," you greeted uncertainly. "I can help you?"

The person said nothing. He just reached for a Wonka chocolate bar and put it on the counter. You went behind the counter giving the price to the person who handed you a twenty dollar bill. You opened the cash register to put the note in and give change to the strange man. But to your surprise, it had disappeared leaving the bar on the counter. You went out into the street, looking for the man. There was no one on the street.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" Bill asked, watching you go back behind the counter.

"Yeah, just...a weird guy who bought a chocolate and left it with all his change," you say, putting the change back in the box.

"Oh, (Y/N)! Do you have a secret admirer?"

"No way."

"Keep the helm if he hasn't touched it."

You stuck out your thumb to say you understood. You went to put the bar in your locker, deciding to save it for later. The passing night had been calm.

A new day was beginning for you. You were saying hello to the Bucket family on your way to Bill's shop. You passed a clothing store. The window has been eyeing you for a while. One of the models wore a cream-coloured wool sweater, a long pale pink skirt decorated with a brown braided belt and flat-heeled lace-up boots. You dreamed of buying your clothes. You dreamed of having beautiful clothes. But it was impossible.

"Did you see that some kid in Russia found the last golden ticket?"

"Yes, it was in the paper this morning."

A sigh escaped your lips. The last golden ticket had been found. You were walking away from the store to get to work. Luckily, the day was calm. A customer was quietly reading the newspaper and two others strolled through the shelves. The chimes were ringing, the fourth customer was none other than your cousin Charlie.

"Hey you," you waved, leaning against the counter.

"Hi (Y/N). Can you give me a Wonka Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight bar, please?" he asked, handing you a ten dollar bill.

You took a Wonka tablet which you gave to Charlie before taking the ticket. You excused yourself from Bill to reach the cash register. You put away the note and prepared the change which you returned to Charlie.

"Russian ticket a fake. The nerve of some people," commented the customer who was reading her newspaper.

"It's not even surprising," you say, leaning against the counter.

"Forging a ticket. Come on," Bill commented back. Hold on. If the Russian ticket is a fake. That means there's still a chance. You watched Charlie unbox his tablet. But bad luck for him, there was no golden ticket. You were ruffling your cousin's hair.

"Aren't you disappointed?" Charlie asked looking at you.

"No," you say straightening up. "Because I know there's very little chance I'll find a ticket. At least you have the chocolate."

Charlie nodded slightly as he leaned against the counter to eat his chocolate bar. When you saw it, you remembered that yours was waiting for you in your locker. You went to have the Wonka chocolate before going back to your cousin. You were unpacking the candy in front of everyone. By removing the aluminum, you saw a golden glow emanating from your candy. You froze when you saw the gold leaf glow under the store's neon lights. It must have been impossible. Seeing your surprised look, Charlie asked you if you were okay. With a trembling hand, you slowly removed the golden paper on which it was written roughly: Golden Ticket.

"That's...," Charlie began in surprise.

"That's a golden ticket," Bill said when a huge smile formed on his lips. "You found the last Wonka Golden Ticket! In my shop!"

You giggled as you gaped at Charlie. You must have been dreaming. You hadn't slept properly the last few days. You pinched your forearm, but the pain confirmed that you were beautiful and wide awake. Charlie was rushing over to you when the man browsing the shelves rushed to the counter, offering to sell him your ticket for fifty bucks and a new bike. The second woman in the store was screaming that he was completely crazy and that she was giving five hundred dollars for the ticket. She was smiling in a way that wanted to be reassuring, but it made her feel scary. She looked like a witch.

"Enough! Leave her alone!" Bille growled, calming the customers who were devouring your ticket with their eyes. "Don't let anyone have it (Y/N)! Hurry back home!"

"Thank Bill!" You grabbed Charlie's hand and ran out of the store.

You and your cousin were running as fast as you could, under the curious gazes of passers-by. A huge smile stretched your lips. You couldn't believe you found the last golden ticket. You came running to the little cabin, Charlie shouted to his parents, working in the garden, that you had found him. You stormed into the house, waking up your grandparents. Mr. and Mrs. Bucket returned in their turn, arms full. You handed the ticket to Grandpa Joe who strained his eyes to see the ticket. His eyes widened when he realized what you had just given him. "

Yippee!" yelled Grandpa Joe before jumping out of bed to start a dance of joy.

The whole house watched Grandpa Joe dance as he handed the ticket to his son-in-law, who dropped what was in his arms, asking him to read aloud what was written on it. Your uncle took the ticket to read the instructions aloud.

Greetings to you,

The lucky finder of the Golden Ticket, from Mr Willy Wonka. I shake you warmly by the hand. For now, I do invite you to come to my factory and be my guest for one whole day. I, Willy Wonka, will conduct you around the factory myself showing you everuthing there is to see. Afterwards, when it is time to leave, you will be escorted home by a possession of large trucks, each one filled with all the chocolate you could ever eat. And remember: One of you lucky five children will receive an extra prize beyond your wildest imagination. Now, here are your instructions: the first of February, you must come to the factory gates at 10 am sharp. You're allowed to ring one family member to look after you. Till then, Willy Wonka.

"First of February? That's tomorrow!" you cried, looking at Charlie.

"Then there's not a moment to lose, Charlie!" exclaimed Grandpa Joe, looking down at his grandson. "Wash you face, comb your hair, scrub your hands, brush your teeth, blow you nose and..."

"And get that mud off your pants," joked Grandpa George.

Your excitement melted like snow in the sun seeing that the attention of the Bucket family was focused on your cousin. Wait. They all thought it was Charlie who found the last ticket. He had however said that it was you who had found him. Not him. A nervous laugh escaped your lips, which caught Charlie's attention. The boy nervously played with his fingers as he heard his parents discussing who was going to accompany him to the chocolate factory, to which Grandpa Joe announced that he was the one who would accompany him. Your blood boiled when you heard that.

"Okay," you say, approaching your uncle and aunt to take the golden ticket back from them. "Okay stop there now."

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" Grandma Josephine asked, looking puzzled at you.

"Am I okay?" you asked nervously, clutching the ticket in your fist. "I look fine?! Guys! I found that golden ticket! It's not Charlie's, it's mine!"

The joy in the cabin was fading. You bit your lip ruffling your hair. You wanted to cry. It was always the same. Everything had to go to Charlie, the biological and desired child. You saw Grandpa Joe sit back on the bed with a bruised expression, as if you had told him that you had just killed someone. Mrs. Bucket was nervously fiddling with her fingers, mustering up her courage to talk to you.

"(Y/N), honey."

You were mentally pleading that she wouldn't ask you that.

"It would make...a wonderful gift for Charlie and Grandpa Joe..."

"Mom!" Charlie exclaimed.

A nervous laugh escaped your lips. You shook your head as you backed out the front door. Charlie was asking you to stay, but you preferred to leave for now. Otherwise, you were going to say things you were going to regret. You left the cabin, running through the deserted streets of the city. You had to get as far away as possible from that cabin, from the Bucket family. You stopped in front of the gates of the Chocolate Factory. Your breath was erratic, tears blurred your vision and streamed down your cheeks. It was always the same, you had to sacrifice yourself for Charlie's sake. Your well-being came second. You hid the golden ticket in your coat pocket, you leaned your back against the wall, letting you slide down to the floor. You didn't care if the melted snow soaked your clothes, you didn't care if you were out late at one o'clock. You didn't care about anything now. You wrapped your arms around your legs, the pantyhose against your chest. You rested your forehead against your legs, crying silently. Your uncle, your aunt and your grandparents knew that you dreamed of visiting the chocolate factory and meeting Willy Wonka. All the stories Grandpa Joe told you made you want to work in a chocolate factory, but you didn't have a degree and because of your shabby old clothes, no one wanted to take you on as an apprentice. Bill was the only person who was kind enough to hire you. You heard the snow crunch under someone's feet. You ignored the person, thinking he or she was going to move on.

"Such a pretty young woman should not be left alone in the street at such a late hour."

You look up to see the man who saved you from an argument with a disgruntled customer. You quickly wiped away your tears as you stood up and rubbed the back of your pants, brushing the snow away.

"I… I needed some fresh air," you say, your throat tight as you fake a smile.

The man approached a neutral air and observed you attentively, which made you uncomfortable. The man held out his leather-gloved hand to your face, wiping away a tear that had managed to escape your eye. You looked at the man surprised by feeling the leather caress your cheek.

"You cry."

"It's nothing," you said quickly, taking a step back and giggling. "The last few days we've been crazy about the golden tickets."

Saying that, you took the crumpled golden ticket out of your pocket. Seeing that, a delighted smile stretched her lips.

"You got the last golden ticket! Congratulations, Barley sugar!"

"Yeah," you say looking at the ticket with some contempt.

"You don't seem very pleased."

"That's not it," you say, sighing loudly and leaning against the wall. "I was excited when I found the ticket, but..."

"But?" the man asked, leaning against his cane.

"My family thought it was my cousin who found it when I gave it to them. They were talking about how it was going to be my cousin and my grandpa Joe going to visit the chocolate factory. When I told them said I was the one who found him, I felt like I had told them that I had killed someone. All their joy had melted like snow in the sun and my aunt had the nerve to asking me to let my grandpa and my cousin visit the chocolate factory."

"She dared to do such a thing?"

"Yes, and it's not the first time. It's always been the same. My cousin's happiness comes before mine."

You felt your throat constrict and the tears that threatened to flow again. You bit your lip as you leaned against the huge wall surrounding the chocolate factory. You didn't have to crack. You had to change the subject. Your gaze rested on a shoebox and a bag from the store that had been eyeing you for a while.

"I didn't know the clothing stores stayed open this late," you say, forcing yourself to smile.

"They're not," he said, holding the shoebox and bag out to you. "Congratulations again on finding the last golden ticket, Barley sugar."

You took the bag and the box looking at the puzzled man. Was it a gift? Why had he done that? You opened the shoebox where the flat-heeled lace-up boots you had seen were. The most surprising thing was that they were your size. You closed the box to check the bag that contained the clothes you dreamed of buying. You looked at the surprised strange man while this one smiled.

"Wear them tomorrow, Barley sugar," he says before turning his back on you to disappear into the night. "Good night."

"Go-good night," you gape. In shock, you returned to the Bucket family cabin. You ignored your family who asked you about the packages you had. You went up to your room, joining Charlie who was sitting on the bed. The boy looked at you embarrassed.

"(Y/N)...I'm sorry about earlier," Charlie apologized in a low voice and playing nervously with his fingers.

"You had nothing to do with it," you say in the same tone. "I shouldn't have reacted like that. Maybe I overdid it."

"You're the one who found the golden ticket. I would have been mad too if someone had done that to me," he said when his attention fell on your packages. "What is it?"

"A guy I just met gave me a present," you say, showing your cousin the clothes and boots. "Look. I'll wear this tomorrow to visit the chocolate factory. You may also have some nice clothes for tomorrow."

"You mean that..."

"You seriously thought I was going to visit the chocolate factory without you?"

Charlie stood up suddenly, jumping for joy on the bed before jumping into your arms. You both laugh until Mr. Bucket comes up to the bedroom to see what's going on and to tell you to mute your grandparents. Charlie was apologizing to his dad as you put your clothes under the bed. You slipped under the covers, next to Charlie who was smiling smugly.

"Sleep, Charlie. We have to be in good shape for tomorrow."

"How do you know, Mr. Smarty Pants?" Willy asked, glaring at Mike. "This isn't just an ordinary up and down elevator, by the way! This elevator can go sideways, longways, slantways, and any other ways you can think of! You just press any button and, whoosh! You're off!"

Willy pressed a random button. The elevator doors closed and the cabin moved suddenly, tripping the group. Because of the jolt, you fell on Willy. You had to cling to him to keep from falling. Surprised, Willy wrapped his arms around you, keeping you from crashing to the ground. You felt your cheeks heat up as you met Willy's amused gaze. The chocolatier helped you to your feet, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"You should be careful, Barley sugar. You shouldn't hurt yourself," Willy said smiling at you with all his perfectly white teeth.

"S-sorry."

"Oh! Look! Look!" Willy suddenly exclaimed.

The elevator entered a dome. You were surprised to see the glass cabin pass over a mountain. Oompa Loompa were climbing the mountain, collecting the ingredients.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fudge Mountain!"

The glass elevator continued on its way, leaving the dome and entering a room with candy pink sheep being shaved. You cast a puzzled look at Willy who tensed slightly, saying he didn't want to talk about this room. The elevator left the sheep room and entered a room for the badly burned welcome show dolls. Willy giggled, commenting that this piece was relatively new. You couldn't help but roll your eyes as the elevator descended into the administrative department. The chocolatier greeted a woman named Doris who greeted him back. The elevator started again suddenly, arriving in a huge dark room. The sound of cannons and fireworks was deafening. It was all strange, but oddly enough, you and Charlie liked it. But Mike was unimpressed. He even seemed bored by all this.

"Why is everything here completely pointless?"

"Candy doesn't have to have a point. That's why it's candy," Charlie replied, which made Willy smile.

"It's stupid! Candy has a waste of time!"

You felt Willy's grip tighten around your waist. You turned to the chocolatier. His eyes were lost in the void. He seemed, once again, reliving a painful memory. Mike groaned as he turned to Willy.

"I wanna pick a room," the boy growled.

Willy shook his head slightly, snapping out of his thoughts. The chocolatier was smiling, showing all his teeth. His smile made you feel uncomfortable.

"Go ahead," he replied in a deceptively soft voice.

Mike turned to the buttons. His gaze was drawn to a button leading to the TV room. The elevator stopped short, before heading off in another direction. You looked at Willy out of the corner of your eye, the chocolatier had become silent, swallowing painfully. You didn't have time to ask him if he was okay when the elevator suddenly stopped. Willy quickly let go of you, rushing out of the cabin to put on some weird glasses.

"Here! Put these on quick, and don't take them off whatever you do!" Willy ordered, putting his weird glasses on your nose. "These lights could burn your eyeballs out of your skulls! We certainly don't want that, now, do we?"

He finished his sentence by pressing his finger to your nose before turning his back on you.

"This is the testing room for my very latest and greatest invention: television chocolate! One day it occurred to me: Hey! If television could break up a photograph into millions and millions of tiny little pieces and sent it whizzing through te air then reassemble it on the other end, why can't I do the same with chocolate? Why can't I sent a real bar of chocolate through the television all ready to be eatent?" Willy explained as he walked towards the checkpoint.

"Sounds impossible," replied Mr. Teavee.

"It's impossible!" Mike cried, following Willy closely. "You don't understand anything about science! First off, there's a difference between waves and particles, duh! Second, the amount of power it would take to convert energy in matter would be like nine atomic bombs!"

"Mumbler!" Willy shouted, turning to Mike. "Seriously, I cannot understand a single word you're saying."

The chocolatier's body was tense because of the little hacker. Mike hated being contradicted and having no one follow his point of view. You hated that kind of person. Even if you put all the evidence in front of him, he would still tell you that you are wrong. Mike might be smart, but he wasn't going to last long in the real world.

"Oki Doki! I shall now send a bar of chocolate from one end of the room to the other by television! Bring in the chocolate!"

Oompa Loompas entered the room with a huge Wonka chocolate bar. It was the biggest bar you had seen in your life. The little men put the huge chocolate bar on a pedestal. Willy explained the fact that the bar had to be huge in order for it to come out of the television at a normal size. That it was the same basic basic as when a camera filmed a tall person and he came out normal sized. Willy pressed a button. The pedestal rose, to your surprise, the chocolate started avoiding it, a huge glass tube joined the pedestal, holding the huge bar of chocolate as a strange camera pointed at the candy. A flash illuminated the room. The bar had disappeared.

"It's gone!" exclaimed the two cousins.

"Told you. That chocolate is now rushing through the air above our heads in a million tiny little pieces," Willy explained smiling at the two cousins before rushing over to the television. "Come over here! Come one. Come on. Come on!"

The group followed the ecstatic chocolatier. They stood in front of the television, blocking the view of the Oompa Loompa settling into his chair. The screen image showed howling monkeys. It only took a few seconds before the chocolate bar appeared. Willy had succeeded? It was surreal.

"Take it," Willy said, jostling Mike slightly.

"It's just a picture on a screen," replied the young hacker, unimpressed by what had just happened.

"Scaredy-cat," Willy replied before turning to Charlie. "You take it. Go on, just reach out and grab it."

Charlie looked at you puzzled. Should he? You nodded slightly before nodding at the television. Charlie took a deep breath, moving closer to the screen, slowly plunging his hand into it. Your cousin's hand entered the screen, grabbing the chocolate bar he pulled out of the television.

"That's great," you breathe.

"Eat it. Go on," Willy said, catching Charlie's attention. "It'll be delicious. It's the same bar, just got a little smaller on the journey, that's all."

Charlie slowly opened his tablet, a little perplexed. His gaze rested on Willy who bit into the void, encouraging him to bite into the chocolate. Your cousin bit into the chocolate bar before smiling at his idol.

"It's great!"

"So imagine!" Willy exclaimed, stepping away from the group, facing them. "You're sitting at home, watching television and suddenly a commercial will flash onto the screen, and a voice say: 'Wonka's chocolates are the best in the world. If you don't believe us, try one yourself.' And you simply reach out and take it. How about that?"

"So… can you send other things? Say like… breakfast cereal?" asked Mr teavee uncertainly.

"Do you have any idea of what breakfast cereal's made of?" spat Willy in disgust. "It's those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners."

"But could you send it by television if you wanted to?" you asked, eyeing the chocolatier.

"Of course I could," he replied, shrugging.

"What about people?" Mike asked suddenly.

"Well, why would I wanna send a person? They don't taste very good at all."

"Don't you realize what you've invented?! It's a teleporter!" Mike exclaimed, frustrated that no one thought like him. "It's the most important invention in the history of the world! And all you can think about is chocolate!"

"Calm down, Mike. I think Mr. Wonka knows what he's talking about," said Mr Teavee, trying to calm his son.

"No, he doesn't!" Mike spat angrily. "He has no idea! You think he's a genius, but he's an idiot! But I'm not."

Mike suddenly runs towards the checkpoint, jumping over the chair and pushing Oompa Loompa out of his way.

"Hey, little boy. Don't push my button," Willy warned.

Unsurprisingly, Mike didn't listen to anyone. He pushed the button, jumping over the checkpoint to land on the pedestal. Mr. Teavee runs ahead of Willy, helplessly watching his son's stupidity. Mike began to float in the air. The arrogant boy began to dance before waving at Willy. The chocolatier was rolling his eyes when a flash lit up the room before disappearing. Mike had disappeared.

"He's gone," said Mr. Teavee under his breath.

"Let's go check the television and see what we get," Willy suggested as he walked back to the screen.

The rest of the small group moved closer to the television, watching the screen intently. Looking for Mike who was slow to appear.

"I sure hope no part of him gets left behind," Willy muttered, bad luck, Mr. Teavee heard him.

"What do you mean?!"

"Well, sometimes only half of the little pieces find their way through. if you had to choose only one half of your son, which one would it be?"

"What kind of a question is that?!" cried Mr. Teavee, turning angrily to Willy.

"No need to snap. It's just a question," Willy muttered before turning to the Oompa Loompa. "Try every channel. I'm starting to feel a lillte anxious."

The Oompa Loompa picked up the remote, beginning to zap. An image of a reporter Oompa Loompa appeared on screen with Mike, miniaturized, materializing on his desk.

"There he is," you say, pointing your finger at Mike.

"Mike..."

The Oompa Loompa began to sing about Mike being in front of the television for far too long; that it was rotting his brain and driving him crazy. The boy was always close to dying crushed under the tenderizing hammer of a cook, under the drumsticks of a drummer, a boxing game and under stab wounds which he managed to dodge before ending flattened under the papers of the Oompa Loompa journalist, startling the small group.

"Ew! Somebody grab him!" Willy exclaimed.

Mr. Teavee ran his hand across the screen, grabbing his son, now tiny and speaking in a high-pitched, unpleasant voice. You couldn't help but feel sorry for Mike, even though it was deserved for playing with fire. But you didn't wish that, even on your worst enemy.

"Oh, thank heavens. He's completely unharmed," Willy commented without being truly relieved for Mike.

"Unharmed?! What are you talking about?!" exclaimed Mr. Teavee, placing Mike in his hand.

"Just put me back through the other way!" Mike ordered.

"There is no other way. It's television, not telephone. There's quite a difference," replied the chocolatier.

"And what exactly do you propose we do about it?" asked the father between his teeth.

"I don't know. But young men are extremely springy. They stretch like mad. Let's go put him in the taffy puller!" Willy finished with a huge smile.

"Taffy puller?!"

"Hey, that was my idea," Willy replied before looking at Mike. "Boy, is he going to be skinny. Yeah… taffy puller. I want you to take Mr Teavee and his… little… boy… up to the taffy puller, okay? Stretch him out."

The Oompa Loompa rose from his seat, tugging Mr. Teavee's pants a little. He followed the little man out of the room, leaving Willy with you and Charlie. The light went out, allowing the people in the room to remove their strange glasses. The trio tossed their glasses into a small bin on their way to the elevator.

"There's still so much to see! Now, how many children are left?" Willy asked, turning to the two cousins.

You and Charlie looked at each other for a few seconds. You cleared your throat, looking nervously at Willy.

"Willy...Charlie's the only one left," you say, putting your arm around your cousin's shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

Willy was surprised by your words. His gaze fell on you, then on Charlie before scanning the room, looking for other children.

"You mean...you're the only one?" Willy asked softly.

"Yes," Charlie answered with a slight nod.

"What happened to the others?"

You didn't know what to answer to that. With everything that had just happened in this strange chocolate factory. It was a miracle you and Charlie were still together.

"Oh my dear boy, that means you've won!" Willy cried grabbing Charlie's hand, shaking it frantically. "Oh, I do congratulate you. I really do. I am absolutely delighted! I had a hunch right from the beginning! Well done! Now, we mustn't dilly, or dally. We have an enormous number of things to do before the day's out. But luckily for us, we have the Great Glass Elevator to speed things along-"

As he spoke, Willy let go of your cousin's hand, heading for the elevator. But to your surprise, and Charlie's, the chocolatier collided with the glass doors before collapsing to the floor. Willy sat up quickly, putting his hat back on his head, an embarrassed smile on his lips.

"Speed thing along," he finished pushing the button, opening the doors. "Come on."

You took Charlie's hand, stepping into the glass elevator. Willy entered in turn, looking for a button before pressing a button labeled: Up and Out. Charlie asked which room it was, to which Willy told him to hang on with a huge smile. The elevator moved, going up faster and faster. You felt your heart race, especially hearing Willy say that the cabin had to go a lot faster if he wanted to get out.

"I've been longing to press that button for years! Well, here we go. Up and Out!"

"Do... do you really mean?" you asked terrified, hugging Charlier to your chest.

"Yeah! I do!"

"But… It's made of glass! It'll smash into a million pieces!" you exclaimed horrified. "Stop it!"

Unfortunately for you, Willy just laughed like crazy. You looked at the ceiling, seeing the device approaching at full speed a huge window. The glass elevator passed through the window. With the impulse, the elevator rose high in the sky before plummeting. Charlie was burying his face in your chest, not wanting to see what was going to happen. The cabin was passing between the chimneys when Willy pressed a button, activating the reactors. The glass elevator suddenly froze. You slowly let go of Charlie when you saw the device floating in the air. It wasn't more reassuring, but it was better than being in free fall. The cabin began to move, flying above the entrance to the chocolate factory. The trio could see the children, punished, going out. Augustus was covered head to toe in chocolate, Violet was back to normal size, but she was still blue and had become extremely flexible, Veruca and her father were covered in filth and trash. You noticed the spoiled girl looking in your direction before talking to her father. Probably to request a flying glass elevator. As for Mike, he was now taller than his father and as thin as a sheet of paper.

"Where do you live?" Willy asked, leaning slightly towards Charlie. Charlie smiled before turning to look around for his house.

"Right over there. In that little house."

Willy pressed another button. The elevator started up to the little house. You were about to tell Willy to land in the garden, but the elevator went through the roof, landing in the only room in the house. Your uncle, aunt and grandparents looked at the trio surprised by their sudden entrance. Charlie was smiling broadly, greeting his mother. The elevator doors opened. Charlie rushed into his parents' arms, you followed more calmly, leaning against the table. Willy walked slowly out of the elevator. All eyes fell on the chocolatier.

"Mr. Willy Wonka," Grandpa Joe said with a huge grin.

"He gave us a ride home," you say, smiling at the chocolatier.

"I see that," your aunt commented looking at the hole in the ceiling.

"You must be their-" Willy yawned trying to say the word.

"Parents?" Mr. Bucket asked puzzled.

"Yeah. That," he replied with a forced smile.

Under the puzzled gaze of all, Willy began to search the house. Opening all the cupboards and closing them quickly.

"He... he s'ays Charlie's won something," you say, turning to your family.

"Not just some something. The most "something" something of any something that's ever been," Willy said, turning to you with a huge smile. "I'm going to give this boy my entire factory."

"You must be joking...," you say under your breath.

"No, really. It's true. Beacause you see, a few months ago I was having my semiannual haircut and I had the strangest revelation. In that one silver hair, I saw reflected my whole life’s work. My factory, my beloved Oompa Loompas. Who would watch over them after I was gone? I realized in that moment: I must find a heir. And I did, Charlie. You!"

"That's why you sent out the golden tickets," says Charlie excited by his award.

"Uh huh! I invited 5 children to my factory and the one who was the least rotten was the winner," Willy explained before stopping his digging to turn to Charlie with a huge smile. "So, what do you say? Are you ready to leave all this behind and come live with me in the factory?"

"Sure. Of course. I mean, it's all right if my family come too?"

"Oh! My dear boy! Of course they can't!"

This announcement throws a chill in the dilapidated little house. You couldn't suppress a nervous chuckle, tucking hair behind your ear. Maybe you heard wrong. Willy couldn't say such a thing.

"You can't run a factory with a family hanging over you like an old dead goose. No offense."

"None taken. Jerk," Grandpa George muttered.

"A chocolatier has to run free and solo! He has to follow his dreams! Gosh darn the consequences!" Willy continued, ignoring Grandpa George's insult. "Look at me. I had no family and I'm a giant success!"

Your nails dug into your arms, you wanted to cry, to scream, to run away. Why was he doing such a thing? Was it just a cruel game for him? A big joke? The news of the chocolatier had considerably dampened Charlie's joy. The boy's gaze fell on you. You had curled up on yourself, refusing to look at Willy.

"So… if I go with you to the factory, I won't ever see my family again?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah! Consider that a bonus!"

You couldn't help but shake and lower your head, cupping the bridge of your nose between your fingers. You didn't have to cry. You shouldn't be cracking up now. You turned your back on the chocolatier, going into the small kitchen.

"Then I'm not going," Charlie replied with a neutral expression. "I wouldn't give up my family for anything. Not for all the chocolate in the world."

"Oh... I see. That's... weird. There's other candy too besides chocolate," Willy tried.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wonka. I'm staying here," Charlie replied.

Willy hadn't expected such an answer. Why Charlie refused to leave everything behind to live in his marvelous chocolate factory? His gaze fell on you, trying to find support, but you turned your back on him, refusing to look at him. The chocolatier felt his heart sink when he saw that you were upset. So it was going to end like this? Without an heir and without being able to talk to you anymore?

"(Y/N)?" Willy called, taking two steps towards you.

"Leave me alone!" you growled without turning to the chocolatier.

"Okay... If you change your mind Barley sugar, my door will always be open to you."

Willy returned to the elevator, stunned. It was a surprising turnaround.

"Wow... well, that's just unexpected and... weird. But I suppose, in that case, I'll just... goodbye then," he said, pointing his finger at a button before stopping, looking one last time at Charlie. "Sure you won't change your mind?"

"I'm sure"

"Okay. Bye." Willy pressed a button.

The doors closed and the elevator left through the hole it had made. Once the chocolate maker left, the house fell silent. You couldn't hold back your tears any longer. Charlie was the only one to come and console you while the others preferred to look away until Grandma Georgina spoke.