Well. I am here once again. Sorry about the long hiatus; I'm not as free as I used to be, what with Year 11 and all. This is a little something I did for a r/WritingPrompts prompt, so enjoy!

PROMPT - Artemis Fowl, child criminal genius, wins a Golden Ticket to Willy Wonka's factory.

Artemis Fowl the Second was once again locked up in his study, brainstorming the plans for his next huge heist. His black hair was swept out of his face, and his blue eyes held an intense expression of concentration.

The plans in discussion, were not the usual type however.

After he grasped his second chance at life, he decided to take a break from his usual businesses, and partake in some of the fun that Myles and Beckett so often talked about.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, wincing. The welt on his foot was still throbbing. He had no idea how Beckett managed to ignore his swollen foot and still run around. I never should have agreed to playing blind tag...

He looked back at his screen. His plans lay open and plain for all to see. Inspired by his brothers' love for all things sweet, he decided to loot a prominent chocolate producing facility and present his brothers with a sweet gift for Christmas.

So far, however, he had gotten nowhere. He had planned an elaborate scheme which involved fake passports, his Lear jet, and the Lindt Chocolate Factory. He frowned. He was sure that Roger Federer was also involved at some point.

What am I doing? This isn't my usual technique! This should be child's play for me. *A genius of my caliber being held back by a chocolate heist? Impossible!

That's when Juliet waltzed in with a tray in hand. "So, Artemis?" she asked. "What are you working on this time?" She set the tray down beside his laptop, and stood by the door frame.

Artemis rubbed his temples. "Absolute rubbish," he replied, uncharacteristically angry. Juliet's expression softened.

"Don't strain yourself," she said, walking out of the Irish boy's study. "You've got all the time in the world."

Time is a fleeting thing. Artemis shook the thought out of his mind. He deduced that his hunger was interfering with his sharp mind. He took a look at his tray. It had his usual cup of Earl Gray tea and a small bowl of garden salad. However, there was something new on the side today.

He picked up the purple clad rectangular bar that sat innocently beside the salad.

Willy Wonka's Whipplescrumptious Fudgemallow Delight, it said. Artemis raised an eyebrow. He detested such third-class chocolates that needed some ridiculous brand name to market itself.

He picked it up and flipped it over, observing the packaging. It didn't seem out of the ordinary, just another piece of chocolate. The swirls and whirls made his head spin. It was obviously tailored for children, and he certainly did not want any part of it.

He got up and was about to hand it over to Beckett, when curiosity overtook him. He didn't even know what it looked like, and the name gave no indication as to whether it was milk or dark chocolate. Why should I care?

Yet, almost against his will, he found himself back at his desk, slitting the purple jacket open. The chocolate was packaged in a plain purple foil, and he tore it open from the top.

Suddenly, something gold glinted at him from under the foil. He paused for a moment. Golden? That certainly doesn't seem normal.

His slender fingers retrieved the golden thing, and he flipped it over. It seemed to be a card of some kind, and the border designs were reminiscent of carnival tickets. Some news article's headline flashed across his mind. He had dismissed the whole craze as nothing but propaganda for the brand.

His blue eyes quickly read the message and he felt a smile spread across his face.

Well, this conveniently makes everything easier...

In the room directly opposite Artemis' study, a smaller black haired figure lowered a pair of binoculars from his eyes. His face was one was utter shock and dismay. He turned to the blond haired boy who was holding the futon he was standing on in place.

"Our plan didn't work, Beck," he said. "He didn't even eat the spiked chocolate." The blond boy looked sad. Their plans didn't go as they intended.

"Also, that had the last Golden Ticket."

Also, for your info, I've been working on a new novel that's Pokemon based. It's in the works, 116,595 words in so far. If you're into Pokemon or would like to offer constructive criticism, please do check it out!