Okay, first fanfic. Please be kind O.o
Heart of Dark Chocolate
Chapter 1- Introduction
Charlie sat at his desk, he couldn't sleep. He had had trouble with that lately; it had been months since he felt relaxed. Work had become so stressful lately; this was why he found himself waking in the middle of the night, heart and mind racing with ideas. There was just so little to do, and so much time to do it. Wait, reverse that. It seems that Charlie Bucket, who in the winter of 1964 had become the luckiest little boy alive, was now 34 and working himself to the bone.
The factory was still the leading brand in chocolate and making a fantastic sum of money for Charlie and his parents, who were now living the high life in a large house in the centre of New York. They had moved out of the old shack after the death of Grandma Georgina, Grandpa George and Grandma Josephine. Grandpa Joe was the last to go, as he was the healthiest of the four. However, he met his end after his trip to India, the pre-longed exposure to the hot sun had given him cancer. He died after two weeks; his already frail body had been pushed too far. In the end, he was surrounded by loved ones and buried next to Grandma Josephine.
After the rise of the Oompa Loompa work-force in 1976, Charlie had agreed to pay the Oompa Loompas a fair salary and allowed them to continue to work in the factory only if they wished to. One Oompa Loompan man by the name of Om-nai Noii married 25 year old Violet Beauregard 2 years after the revolution. They were happily married, and the complimentary skin tones of blue and orange combined, to form a child with pale, lavender-tinted skin. They called him Hugh.
Chapter 2- White Chocolate
It was a surprisingly sunny day in London, and the first day of a financially promising March. Charlie looked up from his desk and out his large, arch shaped-window. A grin crept across his face as a white chocolate dove (one of his finer, Christmas-themed creations) landed on the window ledge. The dove's jerky glances met the inside of Charlie's office, as he was wondering what may have interested the candy bird, Charlie felt a shaking, sinewy hand on his shoulder. He looked around to the gaunt, bristly face of his mentor and oldest friend smiling down at him.
"Mr Wonka," beamed Charlie,
"My Dear Boy, I hate to interrupt a genius at work," Willy beamed back,
Charlie blushed. He had been day dreaming, he hated it when Mr Wonka thought he was working instead of dilly-dallying. Mr Wonka continued,
"But I'm afraid I've something rather important to tell you." Willy's face fell, Charlie's eyebrows furrowed.
"What is it Mr Wonka?" Charlie asked, his voice low and concerned.
The old man took his arm, and through set, rotted teeth he whispered,
"Come with me..."