emeraldphan - I don't think Willy would use television for anything more than a balanced entertainment scheme - he would have his laboratories, his factory, a library, offset by watching dramas and knowing more about what was happening in the world. I don't think he really needs to think of a trap for the children; he knows the factory will contain things that will test them completely.

Five Children.

Willy Wonka stood looking out over the town from his office in the factory while he listened to the radio station, which was playing a new song; he hadn't paid much attention to the title or the name of the song, it was just something there for his brain to think on without delving too deeply into what it was. Music wasn't something Willy really cared about; some songs and music scores were better than others, and he liked them based on what he heard personally rather than bothering to care who wrote them.

The windows were normal-sized even though he could easily have asked the builders to readjust the architectural plans and layout of the factory and install much larger panoramic windows, but Willy had decided against it. Sometimes he regretted the decision but since he wanted a fairly normal flat in the factory since he had quickly learnt after the success of his original store and chocolate production line, there were insane people out there who'd like a piece, an actual piece of him, and they would hurt him if they got their hands on him, the decision was moot.

He closed his eyes as he remembered the savagery of those times.

Willy had always been….optimistic of the real world but only to a point. To him, all that mattered was the making of chocolate. It was all he really thought about second only to the running of his factory and the wellbeing of the Oompa-Loompas. But he was also a realist. He knew how dangerous and how treacherous people could be, given half the opportunity. When the factory was being built, Willy had just wanted to leave the outside world and live in his factory. Much of his decision lay in his desire to never have anything to do with his family for good since their disownment of him when he had pursued his own dreams.

Despite his…concerns and misgivings about Augustus Gloop, Willy was still looking out for every sign a Golden Ticket had been found. But because of his desire to see the children on the television and know about the findings of the tickets immediately, Willy spent much of his time in his office as a result, listening to the radio while he carried on with the administrative side of his business. The Oompa-Loompas had been informed of what he planned to do, so he didn't regularly inspect the factory as he normally did. But Willy wasn't concerned about that; the Oompa-Loompas were phenomenal workers and they knew how to handle things.

But Willy was far from bored. His apartment was located in the main building of the factory complex itself. When he had gotten the builders to construct the place, he had gotten involved. He had opted to go for a simple style without too many embellishments. The apartment itself was the same size as a two-storey house which Willy had personally wanted, complete with 13 rooms, connected to his office through a long hall which led into the lounge he could relax in without anything of the factory to bother him; he might love his business and what he did, but there were moments where even he needed to be left alone and when he just wanted some time and peace to himself. One was his main office where he could run the factory and be able to pop into his rooms and his kitchen if the need arose. Another was a sealed laboratory where he could experiment with different blends of chocolate or confectionary without needing to make the long journey to the inventing room. There was a library containing books of various recipes and cookery books ranging from more than just chocolate and sweet making to a collection of cooking recipes from all over the world.

Willy had learnt dozens of languages from across the world and he could speak many of them as easily as he spoke his native English. But he was also a collector of novels, poetry collections and short stories. He had also filled the living areas of his office, his library, and the lounge and bedroom with artworks and things he had collected and gathered on his travels.

Next to the library was the gymnasium; he might not get out of the factory these days, but Willy wanted to ensure his health and fitness as much as he could. The gymnasium was filled with all the essential exercise machines imaginable. But the most important room, for Willy, was the laboratory and ever since this whole competition had begun thanks to him, the chocolate businessman had been spending as much time as he could there. Occasionally the Oompa-Loompas sent someone there to his office with reports about the running of the factory, and at night or the evenings where he wanted a change of his new, albeit short routine, he would personally inspect the factory to make sure it was running perfectly. He didn't want anything to go wrong on the big day.

He was standing by the windows thinking about the first Ticket winner. Willy was far from impressed by Augustus Gloop, but he had learnt over the years not to be prejudiced based on his first impressions, but the boy would be given the benefit of the doubt. He only hoped this plan of his to find a kid at random, and find an heir, a child whom he could shape into someone who would follow in his footsteps precisely with the decency and compassion the factory and the Oompa-Loompas deserved.

Preparations for the big day were already written down. The Oompa-Loompas would begin them soon, hopefully by that time the third ticket was found but in the meantime, they were busy with the running of the factory, and the day to day business of the production and packaging lines and experiments in the Inventing room, to say nothing the Television Chocolate project. Willy didn't think there was anything to worry about, given how the factory was regularly cleaned day in and day out anyway, and he was hoping the majority of the tour would focus on the running of the factory than anything else.

Willy was snapped out of his thoughts when the radio station announcement drove into his brain. "WAIT1! We're just heard, the SECOND GOLDEN TICKET from the Wonka factory has been found-," the D.J interrupted the music. Willy went rigid, and he rushed into the television room - while he did find this form of entertainment limited, he had to admit it was an excellent way of remaining informed of the affairs of the outside world.

It did not take long for Willy to find the news report on the latest winner. As the image of the girl materialised on the screen, Willy leaned back in his chair and went silent.

The girl's name was Veruca Salt, but unlike Augustus who was the son of a butcher in Dusseldorf, Willy was momentarily pleased when he learnt the girl's father owned a factory himself although his line of work was in nuts, not chocolate. That made Miss Veruca Salt more promising than Augustus since she would have likely picked up on a few things from her father…

Or had she?

Had she ever picked up anything from her father?

When Mr Salt said he had bought as many Wonka bars as he could get his hands on and took them to his own factory so his workers could strip off the paper and foil wrappings because his daughter wanted a Golden Ticket, Willy immediately became worried. His worry only became worse as Mr Salt, completely and blissfully unaware the person who sent the Golden Tickets out in the first place was watching all of this, admitted that his daughter had been…unhappy the ticket hadn't been found.

Willy turned off the television in disgust. He didn't know what sickened him the most, the fact some parents spoilt their children to the point where they could not nor would not do things for themselves, or the fact this girl was coming into his factory.

Three more tickets were waiting to be found out there, and Willy was only hoping he found who he was looking for. The first two were not promising at all.