Logan Brown had always had a narcissistic streak, always wanting to prove to everyone that he was number one, that he couldn't be beat. That's why, when the news had broken out that there had been five Golden Tickets released out into the world, he stopped at nothing to find one. After days, months even of eating candy bars by the crate, he finally got his hands on one. He had definitely received the dad bod after all of those bars and beer. However, now that Logan was reaching thirty eight years old, he felt that he was getting old, no longer able to keep himself on top of his game. Of course, thirty eight was nowhere close to being considered 'old', however Logan couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't the same intimidating man he used to be. That is why, he decided that he had to make sure his only son, Nick Brown (18), would continue on the Brown family tree by being just as amazing as Logan once was. However, this had just made the boy an incredibly spoiled brat. His every need was seen to, and he got everything at the snap of his fingers. This was only because his father had no intention of dealing with any of the boy's needs, he just thought if he bought Nick whatever he wanted, he'd eventually shut up. So, in the end, Nick had ended up just as terrible as his father, constantly thinking of himself as better than everyone, wanting to be the centre of attention, and most importantly, wanting to be number one in everything he did. Naturally, the two men had decent looks, good facial structure, and a nice head of thick brown hair.
So, the day had finally come. It was a surprisingly warm day, as the Brown's took their place outside the large doors of the looming factory, alongside the four other winners and their plus ones. Neither of the two men took any notice of the rest of the tour group, who had already started mingling and getting on with each other, meanwhile the Brown's kept to themselves, turning their noses up at anyone who even tried to come within 5 feet of them. "When can we go in? I'm bored!" whined Nick , looking up to his father. "Soon, boy" replied Logan, not even looking down at the whining brat. As Nick folded his arms across his chest with a huff, the two large doors in front slowly creaked open, and the shadow of a tall man could be seen between the crack of the entrance."Finally..." grumbled Nick , making one last check to see that he was looking his best, brushing down his dark gray suit, making sure his white undershirt's collar was nice, and running his hand through his styled brown hair as the pair approached the large entrance. "Ah you must be the Brown's!" the strange, lanky man said to the two boys, extending a hand out to Mr. Brown. "That's right, and I can guarantee we will be walking away from this tour as winners." the man said bluntly as he gave the candy makers a good shake and strode past, Nick following close behind, flashing the tall man a cheeky grin as he followed his father into the foyer of the large building. The man was lean and had brown hair that was messy, and cute. Nick made close eye contact with him, and Nick knew he wanted to win just for him.
Soon, the entire group had gathered in the centre of the first room, all standing on the plush red carpet that lead deeper into the factory, the ominous tall man, who had yet to introduce himself stood in front of the crowd, stopping them from wandering further inside the building. "Hello gentleman!" The man started, the group looked around, realising that it really was just men gathered in the building, curious whether that was intended, or if it was just a coincidence. "As you can probably guess, my name is Willy Wonka". Mr. Wonka continued, waiting for some kind of acknowledgement that the group was following along, only to be met with confused and blank stares. "Ahem... anyway, I am the owner of this factory, and the creator of Wonka confectioneries!" after he had announced that, a few of the men 'oooh'd', signalling to the candy maker that they understood who he was. "Now, it seems you lucky winners are in for the tour of a lifetime!" he continued excitedly, the other 8 men weren't convinced that it was amazing as the man was hyping it up to be, as they answered him with curious and unconvinced looks. "So, shall we get started?"
The men were led through various different rooms. One made completely of chocolate, one for creating milkshakes, with an incredibly round cow being used for milking. There was even a room dedicated to creating edible furniture! This would have been incredibly exciting for any normal person, however, to the egotistical Bryant family, this was nothing short of disappointing. "I'm bored!" moaned Nick , dragging his feet along the floor. "Pick your feet up Nick , you'll scuff your shoes!" Mr. Brown snapped, giving his son a harsh look. "Did I hear the B word?" Mr. Wonka said out of nowhere, the group behind him parting so that Nick stood in between everyone. The candy maker strolled forward toward the boy, bending down to eye level with the whining boy. "We can't have someone being bored now!" Wonka said, a mischievous glint in his eye as he smirked at the boy. "Well then, if everyone would like to follow me, I'd like to show you all something... big." he continued with an eerie tone. "Come along now!" he said as he stood up and tapped his cane against the floor, spinning around and marching forward, the group exchanging confused glances as they followed the man.
