Breakups can be difficult to get over, especially your first one. Nearly every teenager might lock themselves in their room for days on end trying to cope with the slap in the face that is reality, that is nearly every teenager, because some people like Charlie do not get to experience their first heartbreak until years after their adolescence. It was less than a month ago that it looked like the sensitive Good Boy would defy the odds and get a girlfriend, and a very beautiful and outspoken one at that. But the hopes of finally being just like everybody else soon came to an end when the beautiful, big-mouthed girl called it quits on their relationship, leaving the Good Boy all alone once again. After returning to the factory in shock, Charlie did not go to work that day, he instead spent the rest of the day curled up in bed, crying or trying to fall asleep because he was tired of crying the entire time. It did not take long for his family to discover that he was upset and when they confronted him about why he was broken down he told them that the only relationship he had ever had had come to an end. It took his family awhile to accept the idea that Charlie, their Good Boy Charlie, had actually gotten a girlfriend, but they soon then suppressed their astonishment at this turn of events, at least in the heir's presence, and tried to assure him that he would get over the break up. Wonka took the news pretty hard too since he was the only one who knew Charlie was seeing someone, or at least that the reason he was always leaving the factory was to spend time with one person in particular. He even felt a bit responsible for what had transpired seeing as he had pushed Charlie in the direction of the girl who broke his heart in the first place by advising him to take her a box of their chocolates as a gift. But Wonka knew he could not beat himself up for participating in an effort that was just not meant to be, unfortunately, his heir struggled to comprehend that same logic.

Additionally, even though their relationship had been derailed, Charlie still kept the fact that he was spending so much time with Veruca a secret from the others. It surely would not help his case if Charlie came out and said the girl of his dreams was none other than The Bad Nut. All of Wonka's sympathy would dry up immediately, in fact, he would most likely switch to condemnation, not just of Veruca for being such a vile person, but of Charlie as well for daring to believe he could form a normal, functional relationship with the little brute. And, it was that far-fetched hope that the epitome of honesty and integrity used to power his dream that he could be with the queen of bad manners and entitlement that sent the Good Boy on a downwards spiral for the rest of the day, and the next day, and the day after that, and a fourth day, a fifth day, a week, a week and a day, a week and two days, and so on and so forth until over two weeks passed from when Charlie came home after getting his heart broken. Over the course of the next two weeks, Charlie refused to go to work, he only got out of bed at night when everybody else was asleep to go the restroom, not that he needed to go often because he hardly ate anything. His mother would take him one plate of food a day after trying multiple times and failing to get him to come down and eat with the rest of the family and he would slowly eat the meal throughout the course of the day. But as days became weeks, the Bucket family grew more and more worried about the mental state of their youngest member but nothing they did to cheer him up seemed to work, ever since Veruca broke his heart, the Good Boy just ceased seeing joy in life.

Mrs. Bucket took her son's emotional state the hardest out of all the family members, after all, he was her baby, her one and only, even now that he was all grown up. She tried her best to make him feel better but it almost seemed like the more she tried to reach him the more he dug into his reclusive state. She had gotten everyone else in the family to speak to him to get him out of his rut but it was to no avail, yet when things looked the bleakest, she realized there was still one person she had yet to get to speak to him, his mentor, Willy Wonka. Mrs. Bucket called her family's benefactor to come down early to the house and try to get his heir out of his bed as this was the final card she had to play, something the master chocolatier jumped at the opportunity to be a part of.

Only a few minutes after summoning him, Wonka arrived at the Bucket family shack in the Chocolate Room. He took of his coat and top hat before entering any further and put them down as Mrs. Bucket briefed him him on the situation, saying, "Thank you for coming down here, Willy, I just don't know what to do anymore. I go up there to talk to him, but he just replies in short responses, no details at all. His father has tried talking to him but to no avail either. Georgina shouts out to him from below, but I'm not sure she even knows what's going on. I was all out of options until I realized, maybe he can't be reached by his parents or his grandmother, but maybe his older brother can impart some words of wisdom to make him see life in a new light."

There was something about being considered a member of the Bucket family that always made Wonka choke up a bit inside, yet he held back the tears that were forming in order to actually be of service. Ever since he became an honorary member of the Bucket family, Wonka had been treated as both the reason the family was lifted out of poverty and like another one of the Bucket parent's kids, and his childlike nature surely made it all that much easier to see him in such a light. There was also something soothing for the master chocolatier about having a maternal figure in his life, having lost his mother at a young age, Wonka always felt his heart warm whenever Mrs. Bucket treated him like a son, despite the fact they were only a few years apart in age.

Nevertheless, Wonka was able to comport himself in order to be of service to his heir's mother, but not before replying, "First off, thank you for that sentiment, you know I would do anything for Charlie and for all of you as well. But, when it comes to our Lucky Boy, the case is oh so obvious. He's feeling down because he became obsessed with the first girl to pay him any kind of attention, but now that girl has left him and he feels completely lonely. Now, I don't know if I can get him to move on or even get out of bed, but I'll give it a shot."

"Please reach him, Willy, I'm starting to get really worried. Plus, he's starting to stink up the house."

"I'll do my best, I promise you. Where's the stairs?"

"The latter is over here," Mrs. Bucked responded as she pointed to a corner on Wonka's left, guiding him where he needed to go.

Wonka thanked Mrs. Bucket before he climbed up the latter towards the crawlspace in the attic Charlie called his bedroom ever since he was old enough to sleep by himself and found his heir looking completely disheveled. Charlie had not changed his clothes since the day Veruca told him she never wanted to see him again and now they were all wrinkled and stained from food he accidentally dropped on them, not to mention his body's own sweat and oils. The latter two were what Wonka recognized immediately as he climbed up the latter to the crawlspace, not just had Charlie not changed clothes, he had not showered in over two weeks. The amazing chocolatier was not even halfway up the latter before he realized Mrs. Bucket was right, Charlie really was stinking up the house. Fortunately, his experience with the world's most exotic flavors had prepared him for something as revolting as his heir's body odor. And it was not just Charlie lacking a hygiene regiment that was out of the ordinary for the Good Boy. After two weeks of not leaving his house he found himself with no reason to shave, instead, the Good Boy sported a thin moustache beginning to form under his nose while small, uneven patches of hair had begun to pop out of the bottom of his chin and cheeks. Even the hair on top of his head was not spared the effects of a lack of care, it had grown out ever so much, but weeks in bed left Charlie's brown locks all tangled up in a greasy, unkempt mess. For as long as Wonka had known him, Charlie had always taken care of himself, even when he was dirt poor the first time they met, the Good Boy still did his best to look presentable, but now he truly looked like he belonged on the street and he did not seem to care that he looked like that. And that was what truly scared Wonka the most, that his heir would no longer be the same person he entrusted his candy empire to.