A/N: Welcome to my and dragonserpent18's collaboration! To explain the cover image, my favorite character is Mike Teavee, and his is Violet Beauregarde, so to show that this is a collaboration between the two of us, we used a picture that had both of them together. Inspiration for the basic premise is credited to the story Charlie's Chocolate Factory: The Second Generation. This first chapter was written by me. Anyways, let's get to the story!
History has a strange habit of repeating itself. Except it's maybe a little different each time. One such example of this happened with the golden ticket contest held by Willy Wonka, the famous chocolatier. He sent out five golden tickets hidden in five of his Wonka Bars. Whoever found one of these tickets would be granted a tour of his chocolate factory. Four of the tickets were found by horrible brats – Augustus Gloop, Veruca Salt, Violet Beauregarde, and Mike Teavee. However, the last one was found by a good-natured boy named Charlie Bucket. On the tour, each of the brats were eliminated from the factory in bizarre ways until Charlie was the only one left. He was then made heir to the factory once Wonka had passed. However, thirty years later, things started to change. Or were they really just becoming the same?
Whichever the case may be, it all started on one particular day when Willy Wonka made his way to the Music Conservatory located in his factory to meet up with Charlie. He pushed open the big, round door to the room and entered. "Ah, Charlie! There you are! What are you doing here? I was looking all over for you."
Charlie's face looked a little paler than usual. "Well, I just came here to play the piano for a little bit, but I ended up discovering something I wish I hadn't."
Wonka's smile faded into a frown. "And what might that be?"
"I was looking through some sheet music, and I found these." Charlie held up four sheet music booklets. One was labeled "Augustus Gloop", another labeled "Violet Beauregarde", another labeled "Veruca Salt", and another labeled "Mike Teavee". "So the Oompa-Loompas didn't actually improvise those songs. They were planned to be sung after all. That must also mean that the 'accidents' each kid endured were planned as well."
"Oh, well, Charlie, you see, me and the Oompa-Loompas loved those songs they improvised so much, we decided to transfer the songs to sheet music after the fact. That's all."
"But these are all dated before the tour ever happened. And all the dates correspond to when each of the golden ticket winners were interviewed after finding their tickets. And there wasn't a song written for me. That must mean that the contest was rigged for me to win from the beginning."
"Okay, you got me. But I originally was going to write a song for you, but when I saw how kind and compassionate you were in your interview, and I knew right then that I wanted you to be my heir and did everything in my power to make that happen."
"I still can't believe you'd do that. You willingly put the other kids' lives in danger just so you could ensure that I'd be your heir. I know I should be taking that as a compliment, but I'm not. It's manipulative and cruel. And to make things even worse, you covered this up. You lied to not only me, but my entire family, saying that they were just 'accidents'." Willy didn't say anything. He just stared blankly back at Charlie, jaw dropped. "Willy, I don't think I can stay here anymore and neither can my family."
"W-why not?" He asked.
"Because this lifestyle my family and I are living, it's all based on lies and manipulation."
"C-Charlie, I'm sorry. I didn't think it would make you feel this way."
"Then why did you hide it from me?"
"I-I don't know."
"I'm sorry, Willy. I really am. But I'm leaving along with my family."
"Charlie, this is all so abrupt. You can't do this!"
"Why not? You lied to me about this; what else could you be lying about? Frankly, I don't want to live my life constantly trying to decide if my 'mentor' is lying to my face or not. Or if he's done even more horrible things in his past that he's hidden from me as well."
"I haven't Charlie. You know that!"
"Do I? Or are you lying to me now too?"
Wonka once again just stared blankly at Charlie as he walked out of the Music Conservatory furiously. "I can't believe it. I just lost my heir." He mumbled quietly to himself, realizing that he was now alone in the room. He might as well be alone for all eternity.
A/N: If any of you have been reading "Where All the Bad Nuts Go" by mattTheWriter072, you'll notice that the Music Conservatory scene is inspired by the scene that takes place in that room in his story. Thanks to mattTheWriter072 for giving me a good idea for how Charlie would discover how everything was planned!
