A/N: I know, I know – long time no see –er, update :P Sorry, this fic is turning out to be more complicated than I thought! Still, thank you all for your patience and, most of all, for your reviews ! I know the story just seemed like a bad copy of the movie up until now, but I swear things are gonna start changing from this moment on ! Of course I'll still insert random lines from the movie, my favourite ones more likely, but I'm determined to change the plot around…except for the main events ex.how the other kids get excluded from the group.

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Chapter 6 – INTO THE FACTORY

"I-I…I'm sorry, Mister…Wonka," Charlene stammered.

"Hey," he replied, tilting his head sideways, "How'd you guess my name?"

Charlene didn't have an answer, and shook her head slightly, shrugging, before someone from the winners' group spoke up.
"You're Willy Wonka?"

Both the chocolatier and Charlene turned around to see who had asked: it was Violet Beuregarde. She, like the rest of the guests, were staring at Mister Wonka, who merely grinned once again and merrily climbed the stairs, stopping in front of them all. He moved his gaze between the winners for a couple of moments, then stuttered slightly, as though he were trying to find the right words to say.

"G-good morning Starshine!" he finally exclaimed, "The Earth says hello!"

There was an awkward silence after his salute, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead, he hastily took out a little pile of cards from his jacket, and began to read out loud.

"Dear Guests, greetings!" he began, raising his eyes from the papers and smiling warmly to the group, before continuing, "Welcome to the factory! I shake you warmly by the hand," he outstretched his right hand, which was covered in a lilac glove, as he said this. Again, nobody reacted, except Charlene, who stared in wonder as he retrieved his hand and resumed reading, "My name is Willy Wonka."

"Then shouldn't you be up there?" asked Veruca Salt in a snotty voice, poiting to the seat behind Willy.

"Well I couldn't very well watch the show from up there, could I little girl?" he answered dryly, before announcing to the others, "All right, let's get moving, shall we?"

The visitors followed him as he spun around and made his way amongst the burnt dolls. They finally came to a heavy velvet curtain, which he pulled aside, revealing a gigantic atrium. They had entered the factory at last.

"Feel free to drop your coats anywhere," Willy said, taking off his own jacket and throwing it carelessly on the floor, along with his glasses. He then straightened the lighter coat he wore underneath that, and cleared his throat, turning to face his guests.

"Now," he began, "It will be my pleasure to guide you around my precious factory. I am going to show you every room that deserves to be seen, and I will tell you all about my genious inventions. HoweverI really must ask to follow certain rules: first," he said, raising a gloved finger, " you must stick with the group at all times; second," he raised a second finger, "You must do as I say without taking any personal initiatives; and third," he raised a third finger, "Please, do not touch anything unless given direct permission by yours truly, 'kay?" The group nodded, and he beamed widely, "Great! Come on then, we've got loads to see!" He began walking along the corridor, but Augustus Gloop interrupted him.

"Hey!" he exaclaimed, and Willy looked back at him with a questioning look, "Don't you want to know our names?"

"Ah…is that actually necessary?" asked Willy, without a hint of sarcasm.

"Well, yeah!" said Mike Teavee, raising an eyebrow, "What do you wanna do, keep calling us "guests" for the whole tour?"

"…Would that be wrong?" Willy said, confused.

"You can't be serious," said Mr.Salt with a slight chuckle, but seeing Willy's serious expresion, he added, "You are joking, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not," replied the chocolatier, "Besides, I know your names already. What did you think? I'm the one who set the contest, you know."

"Oh yeah?" Mike challenged, "Try me!"

"Ok," said Willy, accepting the challenge, "You're the little devil who craked the system to find the tickets. You're name's Mike Teavee. That makes you," he moved his gaze to Mike's Father, "Mr.Teavee. You," he moved on to Veruca, "Are Veruca Salt. You're the spoiled brat who made her father buy a whole stack of my bars for Goodness knows what price in order to get a ticked. Of course, this means you," he looked at her father, "Are Mr.Salt. As for you," he carried on, now looking at Violet, "You're Violet Beauregarde, the gum-eater who started eating chocolate just to add the Golden Ticket to the rest of all you're trophies. Your mom's obviously Mrs.Beauregarde. Your, my dear boy," he said, referring to Augustus, "Are evidently Augustus Gloop. Your mother, Mrs.Gloop, bragged to the journalists about you eating so much it would've been impossible for you not to find a ticket. And lastly, you," he set his eyes on Charlene, and for a moment, he hesitates in seeing her lower her eyes shyly and blushing. Instead of speaking with the same careless tone he'd used with the other kids, Willy smiled slightly and took a step towards her, before saying much more gently, "You're the lucky girl who found the last Golden Ticket just yesterday. Charlene, right?"

The girl blushed even more in hearing him speak her name, and she nodded, smiling back at him.

"So," he then said, returning to face Mike Teavee, "Now that I've prooven I do know all your names, do you think we can start our tour, or is there anything else you wish to ask?"

Mike mumbled something under his breath that sounded like, "Whatever," and Willy nodded his head once, then said to the others, "Off we go then!"

He passed by Charlene and grinned at her. She returned the smile, and they all started following him down the long, metallic hallway. At last, they reached the far end of it, and Charlene noticed a small door on the wall in front of them. Curious, she crunched down towards it to get a better look, and everyone else did the same, Willy standing closest to the wall and looking proudly at the tiny door.

"This door," he proclaimed, "Leads to the most important room in the entire factory."

"Why is it…so small?" asked Mike, speaking everone's mind.

"It's to keep all the great big chocolatey flavour inside!" Willy answered happily.

"Huh?" said Mike, frowning, though Willy didn't pay attention to him.

Instead, he stood up and took a large set of keys from his jacket, picking one and unlocking the small door. There was a metallic click, and he grinned to the group, purpousely waiting to open the door. He moved his alert gaze amongst his guests, and lastly rested his eyes on Charlene, who was eagerly waiting to find out what was waiting for them. His grin widened, and he finally pushed the door open, revaling that the not only the small door, but the entire wall was in fact one big gate. It opened wide, and the sight that met the winners' eyes made them all gasp in surprise.

And suddenly, they all understood what made that factory so special.