Chapter 2 - Written by Wolf and Zakkou.

Disclaimer: We do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, otherwise we would do…things…. CEEEEEEEEENSOOOOOOOOOREEEED

Charlie was currently in the inventing room with the numerous Oompa Loompas, looking over the many candies and goods for any mistakes. Though only thirteen, Charlie had developed his abilities in the art of Willy Wonka's mishaps, making sure that they didn't happen so often as it did before.

It was the late afternoon, slowly the day was coming to an end where it would then be replaced by night. Then it would be the very next day when the reporters came. Charlie smiled; it was rather exciting to have others come, oh how he was looking forward to greeting them and show them around.

He frowned.

'What did he mean by showing rooms that even I haven't seen before?'

His thoughts were interrupted by a gloved hand on his shoulder, "Dear Charlie?"

Charlie jumped a bit, surprised at the sudden appearance of Mr. Wonka, "Where did you come from?"

"From behind you, apparently." He laughed.

"Well, why are you here?"

Wonka stopped his laughter and a look of hurt appeared, on his face "I just wanted to see you."

He felt instantly guilty, "Oh, okay then."

"So what are you doing?" The elder male said, forgetting the small pain in his heart when Charlie had retaliated to his response.

"Erm, oh! Yes, well I've had time to fix the problem in that mint."

Willy Wonka had a look of confusion on his features.

"The one that turned group six into icicles…"

Wonka smiled, "Oh yes that one!"

"I've found the problem and fixed it."

"Really? What was the problem my dear Charlie?"

He blushed slightly, "You added a tad bit too much of ice in them."

"Oh?"

"Yes, here watch."

Charlie proceeded to grab a small white mint form a nearby bowl and popped it into his mouth. Wonka watched, strangely fascinated as how he ate the mint, rolling it around his tongue and closing his mouth. After a few seconds, he was snapped out of his small daze when Charlie began to shiver like mad.

"Charlie? My dear boy, are you alright?"

He nodded, "That's another problem I'm assuming I missed. It gets you really cold."

Wonka watched as Charlie shook with cold, trying to warm himself up by rubbing his hands on his arms. With an amused smile, Wonka walked up to the shaking boy and wrapped his long arms around Charlie's body, pulling him close to his chest.

"Better?"

Charlie was flaming red by now, despite of him being colder than ice, if it was possible, "Y-y-yes." He continued to hold the boy until his shivering subsided, which lasted for about 2 minutes.

"Well, I must be going now." Willy Wonka told Charlie as he brought he arms back to his sides.

"Oh, ok.." Charlie acknowledged him.

"You should go to bed soon, we're going to have to do a lot of work tomorrow." The man stated as he started to walk off.

"Wait, aren't we going to plan it before tomorrow?" Charlie asked, feeling suddenly frantic.

Willy Wonka turned around, winking at Charlie, "Well, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if we planned it, now would it?" Then he walked out of the room, careful to close the door behind him; keeping all the cold air in.

Charlie sighed. That man never made sense sometimes. Oh well, he thought. I guess he was right, I should go to sleep now.

He then proceeded to the door opposite of the one Willy Wonka exited out of, and headed off to his room.

Ten minutes passed, and a flustered Willy Wonka came back into the inventing room, searching for something. "A-ha!" He exclaimed with pride after a mere minute or so, "Here they are." He said, holding his lost keys to his face. Apparently, they were the keys to his room. He then heard a loud rumbling from somewhere in the back of the room.

He walked unsure toward the noise, having no idea what it possibly could be. Ah, my candy copier. He had made it so he didn't have to waste more supplies to make more candy. Every candy store should have one of these, he thought.

He looked around the large metallic room, looking if any of the cords were mixed up. Maybe it was from inside? He inquired. He went inside, feeling the walls to see if maybe one of the chips used to configure this copier were broken in any way. He seemed to hit the wrong section of the wall, and the door closed tightly, keeping Mr. Wonka stuck inside the utilitarian object.

Dreadfully, the machine started the function, with Willy Wonka trapped inside. He felt a ripping sensation inside of him, and it didn't tickle either. He closed his eyes tightly, trying the lessen the pain. The pain stopped, as he turned around slightly, and saw his exact clone. The clone smiled mercilessly.

"Welcome to my Chocolate Factory."

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:D Zakkou here! I so updated this chapter! Omg, reviews pwn my ass! Wolf did a lot of it, but I did it all from the part he hugs Charlie :D MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!