A/N: This most likely going to be horrible because I'm not used to writing like this and such. I do more of flat out zombies killing people, not people killing people (unless your Lizzie Samuels, but that's another story for another day.) Also I'm fairly new to this fandom. But I'm really nervous about this so, here goes nothing! ^w^

This is a story of an ordinary little boy named Charlie Bucket.

He was not faster, or stronger, or more clever than other children. His family was not rich or powerful or well-connected; in fact, they barely had enough to eat.

Charlie was the luckiest unluckiest boy in the world.

He just didn't know it yet.

Düsseldorf, Germany

"The first ticket was found today, by a boy who goes by the name of Augustus Gloop. The young boy claims to have found the ticket in middle of eating the bar, after taking a bite out of the ticket. As they say, one down; four to go!"

Buckinghamshire, England

"The second golden ticket was found, by a young girl named Veruca Salt. Her father claims to have his factory workers switch from shelling peanuts to shelling the wrappers to shelling the wrappers from wonka bars. The ticket was within three days, and given to the girl. Who will the other lucky ticket finders be, and where will the come from next?"

Atlanta, Georgia

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have our first American ticket winner! The ticket was found by Miss Violet Beauregard. The girl is the Jr. World Champion gum chewer, and switched from gum to chocolate. Thus, the competition hardens, and the race is truly on. Who will the finders of the last two tickets be?"

Denver, Colorado "

This just in. The fourth ticket has been found by a boy, Mike Teavee. Mike claims he only had to buy one bar by analyzing both the Nikkei Index and the datecodes of the other ticket finds, offset by the weather that day, and then calculating the location of the next ticket, thus requiring him to purchase only a single Wonka Bar. With only one ticket left, the pressure is on!"

The weather was quiet cold that day, to Charlie's recollection. The five children, along with their guardians, were there quiet a while at that, giving Charlie enough time to analyze the "competition." The girl who stood next to him, he couldn't remember the name. She was the one that one the second day, that's for sure, and she began asking her father to make the time go faster. She was as just as rotten, if not worse, then how she behaved on TV. Great.

The heavy boy who stood next to him, was eating a chocolate bar. While his mother spoke with enthusiasm, in a language Charlie couldn't quiet understand. At one point, the mother caught his stare, and Charlie's face turn red, mumbling an apology under his breath, and looked to his feet. Trying to get his mind off his already bad encounter, he turned to his grandpa.

"Do you think Mr. Wonka will remember you?" Grandpa Joe shrugged, and smiled.

"S'hard to say...it's been many, many years..."

Charlie nodded, and turned his attention to the girl with her mother, who was chewing gum. She was the won from the states, right? He saw her mother say something to her, and she smirked and nodded. The boy on the end had his hands in his pockets, and was staring at the factory, a very bored expression on his face.

It wasn't very hard to tell that the girls despised each other, hardly even saying a word to each other yet. The boy on the end, held a questioning glare at both of them, and the German boy remained fixated on his chocolate bar. Suddenly, Wonka's voice echoed through out the courtyard.

"Please enter." He spoke, as the gates opened. Everyone rushed forward, well, except for Charlie. It couldn't be goo to where out his grandfather before the tour had even begun. The children continued to run forward, before reaching large metal gate-like doors.

"Dear Visitors! It is my great pleasure to welcome you to my humble factory! And who am I? Well..."

The gates opened, and Charlie beamed, excited to see the great chocolate man. Instead, the gates opened, and before them was a...puppet theater. Perky music began to play, and the puppets began to sing.

"Willy Wonka! Willy Wonka! The amazing chocolatier! Willy Wonka! Willy Wonka! Everybody give a cheer! He's modest, clever, and so smart, He can barely restrain it! With so much generosity, there is no way to contain it! To contain it! To contain it! To contain to contain to contain!"

There was a break, with only instruments, as the puppets continued to spin. Every child's expression held the same "What the hell?" expression, and the puppets continued.

"Willy Wonka! Willy Wonka! He's the one that you're about to meet! Willy Wonka! Willy Wonka! He's a genius who just can't be beat! The magician and the chocolate wiz, the best darn guy who ever lived! Willy Wonka here he is!"

It appeared the the show was over, and the puppets cheered as fireworks went off. Only...the fireworks set the puppets ablaze, and the puppets continued to sing, turning the bubbly scene into a nightmarish show. No one spoke a word, just stared at the theater with confusion. And then there was giggling, at the end of the line by Veruca and her father. At first Charlie had thought it was Veruca's father, but alas it was no other than Willy Wonka himself.

"Well, wasn't that just great!? I was worried it was gettin' a lil dodgy in the middle part, but then that finally!"

There's more giggling and Charlie scoots himself a little closer to his grandfather. Wonka heads up to the puppet stage, and the girl with the gum finally breaks the silence.

"Who're you?" Instead of Mr. Wonka answering Charlie's grandpa does.

"Why he's Willy Wonka!" There's more silence, and Charlie stares in awe.

"Really?" And then more silence. All Mr. Wonka does is stare at the children, a way too happy grin on his face. Mr. Wonka once again breaks the silence, with quiet the phrase.

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

Grandpa Joe looks down at Charlie with a questioning look, and Charlie returns it. The other kids are looking just as confused, and the two kids at the end look disappointed. Yet, another pause and only silence fills it. Mr. Wonka pulls multiple cards from his cloak, and begins to read.

"Dear guests. Greetings. Welcome to the factory. I shake you warmly by the hand!"

He looks up, and no one budges, so he continues to read on.

"My name is Willy Wonka." He giggles and for once, there's not a long pause.

"Then shouldn't you be up there?" The girl next to Charlie asks, pointing to the burnt throne sitting on the theater, which was still ablaze.

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

His grandpa suddenly speaks up, stepping towards the stage a little.

"Mr Wonka! I don't know if you remember me, but I used to work here in the factory."

Charlie beams with pride, seeing as the girl next to him is actually paying attention, and looks /somewhat/ impressed.

"Were you on of those spies who everyday tried to steal my life's work and sell it to those parasitic copy cat candy making cads?"

His grandpa almost looked offended by the statement, yet he answered his question, the slightest amount of hurt in his voice.

"Why no sir."

Wonka's facial expression lightens up.

"Well then wonderful! Welcome back! Let's get a move on, kids." Everyone instantly scurried up the stage, eager to get inside the /hopefully/ warm factory. The fat German boy spoke for the first time this trip, his words difficult to understand through the food in his mouth.

"Don't you vant to know our names?" Wonka didn't turn or look at the boy, and continued to walk through the flaming puppet theater.

"Can't imagine how it would matter." Charlie once again shares a look with his grandfather, who offers his a smile.

"Come quickly! Far too much too see."The heavy metal gates begin to close behind them, and for a moment, the group is in darkness, only the eerie light on the walls. Wonka pulled away quiet the thick and dusty curtain, and the group was back in light. As Charlie had hoped, the factory was warm. In fact, it was hot. Wonka began to take off his coat, not turning to see if everyone was still following.

"Throw your coats anywhere."Everyone took of their coats, some tossed them, some carefully set them down, either way, the did as the man had instructed. A man, the fourth golden ticket winner's father spoke up as he unzipped his jacket.

"Mr. Wonka? Sure is toasty in here..."

"Wha-? Oh yeah, 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!""For the first time this trip, Charlie spoke up.

"Who're the workers?" The man turned to face the boy, a warm smile on his face.

"All in good time, my boy." Charlie beamed, and Mr. Wonka continued to walk on. Suddenly the gum chewer, latched herself onto the man, who gasped in horror, attempting to pry her off. "Mr Wonka! I'm Violet Beauregard!" She chomped her gum, and Mr. Wonka stood, staring at the child with horror.

"Oh...I don't care."The blonde looked slightly hurt by his words but continued on. "

Well, you should care. Because I'm the girl whose gonna win the special prize at the end."

The boy next to him rolled his eyes, and the other girl at the front balled her hands into fists.

"Well, you do seem confident, and confidence is key."The blonde turned to her mother who gave her a rewarding look.

Suddenly, the girl who had stood next to Wonka cut in front of him, a false smile on her face.

"Hello. I;m Veruca Salt, it's very nice to meet you, sir."

The whole thing sounded very rehearsed, and very fake. She then curtsied, and continued smile, awaiting his response.

"I always thought a Veruca was a type of wart you got on your foot!" He giggled, and Veruca's smile vanished. Before he could continue, the boy with the chocolate cut in front.

"I'm Augustus Gloop, I lave your chocolate!" Between the boy's accent and the fact that he was stuffing his face, his words came out quiet difficult to hear. Wonka paused before answering.

"...I can see that. So do I! I never expected to have so much in common."

Wonka pushed pass the three children, walked about three feet, and halted. He looked directly at the boy who stood next to Charlie.

"You. You're Mike Teavee. You're the little devil who cracked the system!" Mike doesn't say anything, and challenges Wonka's glare. Wonka then turns to Charlie.

"And you. Well you're just lucky to be here aren't you?"

Charlie stays silent, not wanting to come off as rude like Violet, Veruca, or Augustus had. Wonka's voice grows louder.

"And the rest of you must be their p-"

He stops dead short, and swallows the word, looking hurt. He continues to try and say the word, opening and closing his mouth. Mr. Salt finally says it for him.

"Parents."

"Yeah. Moms and Dads!" He chuckles, clearly trying to recover from his slip up. He falls short, and his gaze falls to the floor.

"D-Dad...? ...Poppa?" There's something unsettling the way he speaks, and the way he looks. He shares a confused look with Mike, before the man finally smiles again.

"Okay then. Let's move along!"Augustus falls back, and Mike quickens his pace, approaching the two girls.

"Vould you like some chocolate?" He asks. Charlie is surprised by the boys sudden kindness, and smiles to him.

"Sure!" Augustus then smiles.

"Zen you should've brought some!"

He takes a large bite out from the chocolate, and walks away, leaving Charlie alone and hurt. Meanwhile, Veruca, Violet, and Mike are still mumbling about things, and Mike falls back, next to Charlie again. Up by Violet and Veruca, the words "Best friends!" Can be heard from Violet, and the two girls lock arms. The group continues to walk in silence. For a moment, Charlie considers asking Mike what he and the girls were talking about, but the group reaches the end of the hall and Wonka begins to speak before he can do so.

"An important room this. After all, it is a chocolate factory!"Mike, for the first time this trip, speaks up.

"Then why's the door so small?" "It's to keep all the great big chocolatey flavor inside! He unlocks the small door, and Mike shoots the man a glare, as Wonka pushes the wall. To Charlie's surprise, it opens, and it's beautiful what's inside.

"Now. Do be careful my dear children; don't loose your heads. Don't get over excited. Just keep very. Calm."

Augustus drops the chocolate bar he was eating. Charlie looks around the place, with great fascination. Everyone looks impressed, even Veruca. Charlie then breaks the silence

"It's beautiful."

Wonka turns around for a moment, to look at Charlie.

"What? Oh yeah. It's very beautiful." Wonka continues to walk, and the group follows. He then gestures to the river.

"Every drop of the river is hot melted chocolate of the finest quality. But, you see the waterfall is most important. It mixes the chocolate. Churns it out. Makes it light. And frothy. By the way, no other factory in the world mixes it's chocolate by waterfall, my dear children. And you can take that to the bank."Wonka continues, getting closer and closer to the waterfall, before halting.

"You like my grass? It's edible. Oh please try a blade, please do. It's so delectable and so darn good looking!"

"...You can eat the grass?" Charlie asks, and Wonka gives him a dumb look.

"Why of course! Everything in this room is eatable, even I'm eatable! But that is called cannibalism, and is in fact frowned upon in most society's."

Veruca frowns, Mike rolls his eyes, Violet continues to look around, and Augustus looks as if he's going crazy.

"Enjoy!" Augustus tears off, and the other children remain still.

"Go on! Scoot!" The children this time obey, and Wonka raises a finger.

"Oh, but, parents! I do need to have a word with you!"