The Truth

by HeroineOfHeroes

This is the true story about Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. (Both movies tie in) Charlie Bucket follows in the footsteps of his beloved teacher, and becomes a pyschopath. He loses his sanity to the dark world that awaits him. The little blond boy named Charlie Bucket, is no more. (Overall dark and not for the faint at heart)

1. Chapter 1

(A/N: This story is based off of many theories I've heard of about both movies. This is my very first horror sorry...So yeah. I don't support these theories, since they are theories. But they are interesting, and make you think. Mostly I just laugh (not in a mean way!) at them. Anyway, I'm working really hard on this, and I hope I can get the rest of it uploaded soon. Sorry this chapter is so short, I've been busy and typing on my tablet is horrible... To me anyway.)

As you know the story goes, Charlie Bucket wins the chocolate factory. That may have been the only good thing to happen to Charlie. Since you know...What happens to him. The little blond grows up to...What, wait. No strike that, reverse it. Anyway, what do you mean you don't know? That's why you came here for, to find out? Why are there so many questions? Well, fine, here we go.

Seven years went by since Charlie won the factory. One would assume that life would be dandy. For Charlie, it was anything but. He was eighteen now. Experiencing life more than he ever had. Charlie still had to do schooling, work in the factory, and help his family. It was hard for him to juggle all of this, and still be able to worry about himself. He lived in two worlds, one in reality, the other in imagination. Everyday that passed, Charlie seemed closer to giving up. Although the day of Charlie's winning was far gone, there seemed to always be a person to remind him. They would tease him, and laugh. They questioned him about Wonka and the factory too much. Some asked if Wonka killed the kids, or why Wonka picked Charlie. Most of the time, Charlie would ignore them. When he went home, however, the memories of that day would haunt him. He remembered each child being whisked away to what torture lied at the end of their death. The question that always came to Charlie was, why would a wonderful man like Wonka do such a horrible thing? He tried asking Wonka on occasion, but the strange man never gave a true answer. Besides the tremendous torment of that day, Charlie lived a normal life. Then one night, everything grew dark.