Ok! Another chapter up! And it's almost all in Charlie's view... sooo…in answer to the reviews I got so far:

Linkwonka88(1): as you can see, I'm back on track(finally XD)

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Linkwonka88: I know right? He and violet both suffered too much just for having manner problems. There are going to be more updates, and I'll probably start writing the next chapter as soon as I finish this one. And I live in Brazil, and wrote all the author's notes right before I posted the chapters.

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Charlie watched as the four kids (Rotten brats, as Mr. Wonka called them) chatted and laughed together in the other side of the chocolate room and sighed. Even if he won, he was the odd man out. Even Violet and Mike fit in ok. But him? It seemed that it didn't matter at all if he was good, well-behaved, or lucky. Wonka seemed to noticed his expression, and said

"They deserved what they got, Charlie. These kids are a danger to my factory, and to the world! Look at them! A mumbler who doesn't like candy, a chew addict, a spoiled rotten bad nut, and a boy who can't even appreciate my candy before sending it down! But you, Charlie. You're different. Better. Be thankful you're not forced to mix with these brats." maybe Wonka hadn't noticed what it was all about.

Charlie changed his gaze back to said kids to see violet with her hands cupped pressing against her chest. After she put her hands back on her lap facing up, Charlie noticed a black and red speck contrasting to the bluish-purple of Violet's palms. Mike. The four kids started talking again, then burst out laughing at something Veruca had said. Again, Charlie wondered just how even such a rude, spoiled girl could fit in when he hadn't.

"What will we all have for dinner?" Charlie asked eager to change his focus from the four friends down the hill.

"YOU will have a feast made especially for this occasion. THEY…maybe they can have the leftovers. Or we'll give them ingredients and a campfire."

"Why can't they have a feast like us?"

"Because they do not deserve it, of course!"

"but-"

"Charlie, don't tell me you feel bad for those…them. They are brats, and deserve to be punished." Wonka looked at him with a challenging look, as if

"…ok, then. I guess I'll just go check on Grandpa Joe" Charlie said, then started walking back to the room he was sharing with his Grandfather.

(Time skip to after he got to the room and explained everything to Grandpa J)

"Charlie, I don't think you should worry about this. You've just won a factory! Think about just how many classmates are going to want to be friends with you!"

"But that wouldn't be the same thing. I want friends who like me for who I am, not because I won something." His grandpa nodded, and ruffled his hair.

"Yes Charlie, I know you do. But it's hard to have friends like those nowadays." Joe locked his grandchild in a hug.

A knock at the door called the attention of the two Buckets. Charlie parted from his Grandfather and walked over to open it. An Oompa Loompa stared back up at the boy. It gave him a neatly folded piece of paper, which the boy took and read out loud.

"I sent this Oompa Loompa to go tell you that dinner is almost ready. I want to show you something before it starts, so just follow him.

-WONKA

P.S: the paper is edible (blueberry flavored)"

Charlie nibbled at the corner of the purple paper, and was surprise that it really did taste like a juicy, fresh blueberry. He extended the sheet for the Oompa Loompa, but the worker simply shook its head. Then, the little person did a few confusing signals and pulled lightly at Charlie's pants. The last golden ticket winner called for his companion, and the creature, the boy, and the elder started a slow walk down the grey corridor.

(Change POV to Wonka)

The master chocolatier passed back and forth in circle in the vast dining room. He usually just ate there with the Oompa Loompas, but this time it was going to be with Charlie and Grandpa Joe as well. His plan was ruined. The children were supposed to be crying and being sad and depressed and killing each other, not being friends! Well, they were supposed to be very far from here as well, but they're not. He thought bitterly. Suddenly, a bulb appeared on top of his head as a psychotic smile entered his face. Of course! He just needed to throw it all in their faces even more! That way they'd be so depressed…it would be lovely. Absolutely lovely. The man turned to see Charlie, Grandpa Joe, and Johnny the Oompa Loompa coming through the door. He smiled. Yes, Charlie would be far more useful than he intended the boy to be.

This chapter was a lot shorter than the others because I intended for it to only show how Charlie was sad the others were together and how Wonka was furious about it…kinda hard to fit that in a whole 1000 words…so yeah! Hopefully, the next one will be much, much longer.

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#2 Note: if you guys feel like it, go check out the drawings I did of mike on deviantart. My username there is DYPWCUS.

A hint for the next chapter: .Ok.