Hello dear readers! This is my first FanFiction, so I hope y'all like it. This is based off of the 2005 movie mainly because I love Johnny Depp, and I honestly have always wanted to see Willy Wonka end up with someone. I will say the quotes from the movie aren't exact, but I tried to make it close. I know there are similar stories about a girl coming to the factory, but this is just my take and how I envisioned it in my head. It's rated T because I'm not sure where it's going to go, so the rating may change. And lastly, I do not own CatCF or any characters, except Emma Mason. Yeah, I think that about covers it. Enjoy!
How did he get here? How did he go from thinking of nothing and no one other than his precious chocolate, to suddenly transfixed on one person, one woman? Not just a woman, he thought. A most incredible woman. A kind, curious, intelligent, gentle woman, and his equal and likeness in every way. She shared his ideas and thoughts. Shared his interests and passions. She was something he never knew he needed, but now that she was there, he couldn't remember what he was before she came into his life.
So there he stood. His hand curled into a fist raised in mid air, trying to muster up enough courage to actually bring himself to knock. He stared at the rich colored mahogany door, knowing that this door guarded the greatest beauty he had ever known. He wondered about how she looked on the other side of that door. What would she be wearing? Would she be asleep or still fighting her drowsiness by reading a book or sketching some new idea? He wondered if her rich dark curls were cascading down past her shoulders, or if they were neatly tied at the nape of her neck with only a select few stray pieces framing her porcelain face. He took a deep breath, ready to see her eyes greet him, but instead of knocking, he was thrown into one of his notorious flashbacks. He suddenly saw her door fade away, and it melted into the front door of the factory; the door that led to the outside world. He was back to the beginning. Back to where it all started.
When he sent out the golden tickets, he had one purpose. Find an heir. Find someone to continue his life's work, his passion. And as he pushed the doors of the factory open, so that he may slip outside and surprise his guests as they watched his show, he felt his stomach knot up, and his chest tighten. For countless years, the only human interaction he had had was with the Oompa Loompas. He realized then how scared he truly was. But there was no turning back.
So he stepped out into the chill of the morning and squinted at the harsh light of the sun, and immediately retrieved his glasses from inside his jacket. He surveyed the crowd locked out by the gate. Hundreds of people with cameras, young children, and curious eyes crammed themselves up against the cold iron in hopes of getting a peek at the mysterious chocolatier and his glorious factory. The five winners and their parents had gathered at the main enterance and he could hear the sound of his own voice over the loud speaker reciting the introduction he had recorded yesterday. He silently crept behind the small crowd of people to watch his little puppet show with them. It was different, odd, and eccentric; just as he was. He found himself bopping along to the puppet's tune, and he began to relax a little. All too soon, the show ended. He couldn't contain himself, he began to clap and a large smile spread across his face. "Wasn't that fantastic, I was worried it was getting a little dodgey in the middle there, but then that finale, wow" he exclaimed. He noticed all of the eyes staring at him, and he realized just how real everything was. There were people, strangers staring him down. And he froze. "Good morning Starshine the Earth says hello" he exclaimed nervously trying to break the ice, but no one responded. "Who are you" a little girl with blonde hair questioned. As he was about to reply, a soft and melodic voice answered for him. "He's Willy Wonka". He found the owner of the voice and locked eyes with her. They were a bright green, with specks of gold in them. And her long dark curls flowed freely past her shoulders, and he realized how much they looked like his chocolate river. Her skin was nearly paler than his own, like the sweetest white chocolate. Her lips were a dark red, and her smile was causing him to tremble at the knees. Her slim body had curves in just the right places, and he found himself involuntarily looking her up and down noticing how her simple pink dress complemented her every curve. He snapped his gaze away from her when another child spoke up. "Shouldn't you be up there?" The spoilt child asked pointing to the red throne surrounded by melting puppets. "Well I couldn't very well watch the show from up there, now could I little girl?" He retorted, finding it odd that she didn't understand that. After his awkward greeting, he finally led his guests into his factory and his home.
"Just drop your coats anywhere" he said discarding his own. He turned to watch her out of the corner of his eye. She had folded her simple grey cardigan and placed it neatly on the floor. "Mr Wonka, don't you want to know our names" asked a very pudgy boy with chocolate smeared on his face. "Can't see how it would matter" he answered. He knew who they all were from the papers and television reports. All except the girl. She was older than the other four children. She looked to be around 17 or 18, and the other children ranged somewhere from 9-13. Suddenly, a pair of tiny arms encircled his waist. He gasped and tensed up at the unfamiliar touch, and he wanted to shove the child away. He was not one for physical contact, especially from such a vile child. "My name is Violet Beauguard" she said smacking her gum, a habit he found to be most annoying. "Oh, I don't care" he retorted. "Well you should care, because I'm the one who's going to win the special prize at the end" she stated. He gave her a fake smile and said "well you do seem confident, and confidence is key" hoping that would end the conversation. Thankfully it did, but then the little brown haired girl jumped in front of his path. She did a small curtsy and had a fake smile plastered on her face. "Veruca Salt, it's a pleasure to meet you sir" she said and he chuckled. "I always thought Veruca was a type of wart you got on your foot". As she frowned at him, he heard a small laugh from behind him. He didn't need to turn around to see who the melodic laughed belonged to. But he smiled inwardly and treasured the sweet sound. "My name is Augustus Gloop, and I love your chocolate" the pudgy child said taking a large bite out of his Wonka bar. "Oh, so do I. I never imagined we'd have so much in common" he said, trying to be polite. Even though he found the boy to be beastly and his eating habits disturbing, the child at least appreciated the extraordinary taste of his chocolate. He abruptly turned around to stare at the other young boy. "You, you're Mike Teavee, the little devil who cracked the system" he accused. The young boy just rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. He gave the child not a second thought, but instead slowly turned his head to the young beauty before him. "And you, well you weren't in any reports, so I don't believe we've been properly acquainted" he said, hoping he sounded somewhat charming, though he wasn't sure why he cared. "I only found my ticket yesterday Mr. Wonka. My name is Emma. Emma Mason. And I feel very lucky to be here" she said sweetly. He noticed how much he loved the sound of her voice. So soft and delicate, like sprinkling sugar into a mixing bowl. "Well, I hope you enjoy the tour Miss. Emma" he said with a slight tip of his hat, and it didn't escape his notice how her cheeks slightly reddened in color. "And the rest of you must be their..." He tried desperately to get the word out. It was a simple word: Parents. But he couldn't. He could hardly manage a single syllable. "Parents?" Veruca's father offered. "Yeah Mom's and Dad's" as he said the word, it hit him. "Dad, papa?" An image of his father flashed before his eyes and he felt himself drifting. "Mr. Wonka?" Her quiet voice brought him back. He shook his head a little to clear the image of his father from his mind and turned his attention back to his guests. "Alright children, let the tour begin" he said. As he walked them down the long corridor, he realized Emma had come alone. This puzzled him, though she was older than the others, it still seemed odd to him that her family would allow her to come by herself.
When they reached the end of the hall, he crouched down to unlock the small door. As he did, he once again felt the tightness return to his chest. His life's work was about to be on display for complete strangers to see and judge. He felt his hands start to shake a little as he turned the key. "Why is the door so small?" Mike asked. "To keep all of the big chocolaty flavor inside" he answered proudly. He gave them all a knowing and mysterious look. A look that told them they had no idea what they were in for. But he did. He knew the minute that door opened, they would be put through the test of their life. He knew that none of them would leave the same. And he knew, she stood the best chance of winning. And for reasons unknown to him at the time, that thought delighted and enthralled him. And with this knowledge, he slowly pushed open the door to paradise.
