Hey guys! I know it's been awhile. I just started college and things have been pretty hectic around my place. I'm sorry to say that it may take a little longer for me to update now that I'm a full time student, but I'll try my best to get chapters out whenever I can. I'd like to thank all my fellow readers and reviewers, especially Desi-Pari Always, who has been supporting me through both this and college. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter and feel free to review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, all credit goes to Roald Dahl and Tim Burton.

Bold- Willy's evil mind
Italics- Willy's right mind

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Ava's POV

It was almost five o'clock and the whole family was huddled around the T.V., waiting for the news to come on. Charlie had arrived earlier in the afternoon with today's paper, claiming that the third golden ticket had been found.

"What did you say her name was dad?" My brows furrowed.

"Violet Beauregarde." Dad replied, looking up from his book.

"Weird name!" I muttered under my breath.

"Shush! It's starting!" Charlie nudged me.

"Good evening everyone! It has been confirmed this morning that the third golden ticket has been found by a girl named Violet Beauregarde. We will now transfer you over to the Beauregarde's residence over in Atlanta, Georgia."

The screen then switched to a little girl and her mother smiling at the cameras. They seemed to be in a living room with shelves full of trophies surrounding them. What scared me the most was that Violet and her mother both had the same outfit on.

"Oh my God! It's Barbie and Kelly!" I waved my hands about.

"Ava!" Mum scolded.

"These are just some of the two hundred and sixty three trophies and medals that Violet has won." Mrs. Beauregarde motioned her hands to the shelves of glistening trophies.

"I'm a gum chewer mostly, but when I heard about these ticket things I laid of the gum. Switched to candy bars." Violet explained, smacking her gum in the process.

"She's just a driven young woman. I don't know where she gets it." Mrs. Beauregarde smiled at the camera.

Violet looked away from the camera for a split second eyeing one of the shelves before stating "I'm the junior world champion gum chewer. This piece of gum I'm chewing right at this moment, I've been working on it for three months solid. THAT'S a record!"

"Of course I've had my share of trophies, mostly baton." Mrs. Beauregarde gestured towards a couple of frames on the wall behind her.

"Since this one kid's going to get this special prize, better than all the rest, I don't care who those other four are. That kid is going to be ME!"

"Tell them why Violet!"

"Because I'm a winner!"

"Ugh! So annoying!" I growled in frustration.

"What a beastly girl!" Grandma Josephine glared.

"Despicable!" Grandma Georgina added.

We all turned around looking at Grandma Georgina with amazement, until Grandpa George spoke up "You don't know what we're talking about."

Grandma Georgina looked around confused, contemplating on what to say.

"Dragonflies?"

I smiled to myself as I turned back towards the television, Charlie listening intently to the news reporter who had popped back onto the screen.

"This just in the fourth golden ticket has been found by a boy named Mike Teavee. We will switch you over to Denver, Colorado where the Teavee's reside."

The screen once again changed, revealing a boy sitting on the floor, too busy playing some sort of video game. His face was scrunched up with concentration, his hands handling the controller fiercely. His parents were standing a few feet from him, smiling for the cameras."

"All you had to do is track the manufacturing dates, offset by weather, and the derivative of the Nikkei Index. A retard could figure it out!" Mike glared at the T.V.

Mr. Teavee gave a shrug. "Half of the time I don't even know what he's talking about. You know, kids these days, what with all the technology…"

"Die! Die! Die!" Mike shouted at the television.

"Doesn't seem like they stay kids very long." Mr. Teavee concluded.

Mike set down the video game controller and actually looked at the cameras for the first time of the interview. "In the end I only had to buy one candy bar."

"And how did it taste?" A random reporter questioned.

"I don't know! I hate chocolate!" Mike replied.

"That's a blow to my heart!" I put a hand on my chest.

"Well, it's a good thing you're going to a chocolate factory, you ungrateful little…"

Dad rushed over to Charlie, covering his ears as Grandpa George spouted off profanities. Most of them I've heard before in the occasional bar fights, so it didn't bother me. After Grandpa George shouted the last of his outburst, Dad let go of Charlie and walked back over to the table.

"That question is, who will be the winner of the last gold…" Charlie turned off the T.V. and turned towards dad who had gone back to reading his book.

"Dad?"

"Yes Charlie?"

"Why aren't you at work?"

Both mum and I tensed up at Charlie's question, dad giving a worried glance towards us both.

"Oh, well, the toothpaste factory thought they'd give me a bit of time off." Dad fibbed.

"Like summer vacation?" Charlie asked.

"Sure. Something like that."

Charlie was satisfied with the answer he got and began to eat the bowl of cabbage soup that had been placed in front of him.

Dad wasn't given time off at all. After Charlie was in bed told mum and me that the toothpaste factory had laid him off. Ever since the contest started, there has been a rise of cavities, which led to a rise in toothpaste sales. With the extra money, the owners of the factory decided to modernize, replacing dad with a machine. It took awhile for us to calm down Grandpa George. He started ranting about machines taking over the world or something close to that. So now that I'm the only one who has a job, I have to start working overtime in order to keep us off the streets, until dad finds another job.I hope things will look up soon.


Willy's

POV

"Turn the channel." I ordered bitterly to the Oompa Loompa seated below me.

We had just witnessed the interviews of the two new winners of the contest. They aren't any better than the first two! There's only one more golden ticket left and if the last finder is as horrible as the other four, I'm doomed! I'm so frustrated, I can't even think properly!

Think properly eh? Why don't we go down to that bar then and look for the chick that's qualified to work at Hooters! My evil mind smirked.

Good gravy! Is that all you ever think about? My right mind smacked his forehead.

Can you blame me? When's the last time we've gotten some action? Oh, that's right! NEVER!!!!

"Put a sock in it you two! I'm not in the mood to argue!" I sniped.

I perked up when I heard complete and total silence.

"That shut them up." I said under my breath.

Are you sure about that?

"Of course I'm sure…HEY!!!"

My evil mind chuckled and then disappeared leaving me with a very confused Oompa Loompa looking up at me.

"Tell the others that we'll be having a meeting first thing tomorrow morning. I'm going to bed before I go bonkers!"

The Oompa Loompa snickered and walked out of the Television Room, leaving a very stressed out Willy behind.

"Can this get any worse?" I rubbed my forehead, a headache starting to form.

Do you really want me to answer that?

"GO AWAY!"

Sheesh! Who pissed in your cheerios?

"La la la! I'm not listening!" I covered my ears, only to uncover them a second after.

I sighed in relief and headed towards the Great Glass Elevator, anxious to get into bed and have a good eight hours of sleep. This contest is getting more and more stressful every day. I can only hope that the finder of the last golden ticket will be qualified to win.


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