Hello everyone! Before I start, You should know that my "Damon Teaches Rouge," has been converted into "A Series of Unfortunate One-Shots." That will be for when I want to write a one-shot, so there you go. Next, ever since Sonny April and I wrote "A Second Chance," other users have written what I call "Second Generation Stories." Take "Second Time Round" by TheIndividualist, and "Next In Line" by mattTheWriter072, (Both stories of which I recommend) for example. I thought to myself, "I wonder what I would write if I did one entirely by myself, with entirely new characters." Sonny suggested I should give it a shot, so I am. So now, dalies and mentlegen, I present to you "New Faces!"

Chapter 1: New Blood

Surely when someone works with their heir for twenty-five years, he would notice that he should've waited a while before picking an heir. Nightfall was approaching, and Mr. Wonka was lost in his thoughts. I never thought about how long I would live. I was only 39 when I met Charlie, and he was only 12. Now I'm 64, and he's 37. We're only 27 years apart, and by the time I kick the bucket, he'll be soon after me. I should've waited longer. But then I wouldn't have met Charlie, and I certainly don't regret that day. The only solution is for him to- That's it! He'll have to get-"

"Mr. Wonka?" Charlie asked. Mr. Wonka jumped through the ceiling, having been surprised by Charlie appearing out of nowhere.

"Don't scare me like that! I thought you were watering the original Edible Flowers to study them."

Charlie held up the watering can and replied, "I did, and they got mad at me for it. It's a good thing they're in a pit or I would get 'Spliced.'" He shuddered at the thought of it. "So what were you doing?"

"I was thinking. Charlie, I'm greatly worried. You're only 27 years younger than me, and when it comes time for me to go..."

Charlie finished his sentence, "You think I'll be going soon after you with no heir. Don't worry, Mr. Wonka. I'm still in my prime."

Mr. Wonka said, "Which is why I think you should consider marriage."

Charlie was shocked. "WHAT? I can't! I can't possibly think about that! I never considered marriage my entire life!"

Mr. Wonka grabbed Charlie's shoulders and shook him. "There has to be some solution! I can't die knowing my heir isn't taken care of! Your grandparents wanted me to be sure you were taken care of, and I don't want to disappoint them!"

Charlie thought about his grandparents, and how they've been gone for a decade now. He thought of Grandpa Joe, which gave him an idea. "Wait a minute! What if I were to make-"

Wonka immediately shouted, "No way! You are not going to do that!"

"But I didn't finish..."

"I know you're going to say to make Golden Tickets! No way are we doing that again!"

Charlie replied, "Oh come on! The others weren't that bad! They turned out nicely."

"That's not what I'm worried about. What if we get people that are worse?"

"We can take that risk!"

"Look, we can talk about this tomorrow. But we are not making tickets!"

Later on, Charlie was talking to the psychiatrist Oompa-Loompa. "How can we not do this idea? If he didn't, I wouldn't be here. And when he says that he regrets it, he is practically saying he regrets meeting me. Sometimes, risks have to be taken to get a little luck to happen." He stood up and confidently stated, "I have to do this! I have to disobey him! I don't have any other choice! You know, you are a true professional." The psychiatrist Oompa-Loompa said nothing and simply nodded while removing his glasses. Charlie walked down, forged the tickets, and planted them on the Wonka Bars going down the conveyor belts.

That's the first chapter! I'm happy to finally start on this. A warning in advance, the next chapter may or may not be here tomorrow, but the one after may be delayed by a day. I will be busy, and I may need a couple days in between chapters. However, I will get back to the natural rhythm again. Take care, everyone!