Lucky ones | Willy Wonka x Female reader

Fᴏᴜʀ - Lᴀsᴛ Gᴏʟᴅᴇɴ Tɪᴄᴋᴇᴛ

Me and Charlie were minding our own business, walking down the street, as we heard two men chatting about the finder of the last golden ticket.

"Did you see that some kid in Russia found the last golden ticket?"

"Yes, it was in the paper this morning. Come on, Georgie, that's a good boy."

We both sighed, knowing we'd failed to accomplish our dream, but as we were about to walk off, we found a dollar on the ground, drowned in snow.

Charlie walked over to it and picked it up and we ran to the corner shop and ordered exactly what we wanted.

"One Wonka Whipple-scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight, please." Charlie said, placing the money on the counter."

"Here you go." Bill, the shop owner, said, passing us a Wonka bar.

"Bill, did you see the headline? Russian ticket a fake! The nerve of some people!" A stranger exclaimed.

"I know. Forging a ticket, come on." Bill replied.

Charlie didn't waste any time opening the chocolate. He unveiled one side of the chocolate and a gold thing glistened in his eyes.

A smile grew on his face as he took out what we'd been searching for all along. The Golden Ticket.

"It's a golden ticket. You found Wonka's last golden ticket!" Bill shouted, excitedly.

Suddenly, we became bombarded with people around us, offering money for the ticket.

"Listen, I'll buy it from you. I'll give you fifty dollars and a new bicycle."

"Are you crazy? I'd give him five hundred dollars for that ticket! You want to sell me your ticket for five hundred dollars, young man?"

"No! That's enough of that! Leave fhe kids alone! Listen, kids. Take that ticket home and don't let anyone have it. Understand?" Bill said and we both nodded, frantically.

"Thank you!" We cried before running back home.

"Mom! Dad! We found it! We found the last golden ticket! It's ours!" I exclaimed in enthusiasm.

We then ran inside and showed Grandpa Joe who suddenly brought up the strength to start DANCING.

"Yippee!" He cheered and dances with joy, whilst we were all shocked that he was able to actually function without losing balance.

"Here. Read it aloud. Let's here what it says." Grandpa Joe told dad so he turned it around and began reading it.

"Greetings to you, the lucky finder of this golden ticket from Mr. Willy Wonka. I shake you warmly by the hand, for now, I do invite you to come to my factory and be my guest for one whole day!"

"I will conduct you around the factory myself, showing you everything there is to see." Violet continued.

"Afterwards, when it is time to leave, you will be escorted home by a procession of large trucks, each one filled with all the chocolate you could ever eat." And then Augustus.

"And remember, one of you lucky winners will receive an extra prize beyond your wildest imagination. Now, here are your instructions." Then Veruca.

"On the first of February you must come to the factory gates at 10 AM sharp. You are allowed to bring one member of your family to look after you. Until then, Willy Wonka." And last but not least, Mike.

"The first of February... that's tomorrow!" Mum exclaimed.

"Then we've not a moment to lose! Come on, Charlie! Wash your face, brush your hair, blow your nose, clean your teeth-" Grandpa Joe began.

"Get that mud off your pants." Grandpa George continued.

"Now we must all try and keep very calm. First, we have to decide who will go with Charlie to the factory." Mum said.

"Me, I'll go. I really want to go and I love chocolate, which is even better." I insisted and my oarents agreed dor me to take him.

"Yes!" I cheered to myself, fisting the air (don't take that the wrong way).

"No. We're not going. A woman offered me five hundred dollars for the ticket, and I bet someone else would pay more. We need the money more than we need the chocolate." Charlie said, which made everyone lose their joyfulness.

"Young man, come here. There's plenty of money out there, they print more every day. But this ticket, there's only five of them in the whole world, and that's all there's ever going to be. Only a dummy would give this up for something as common as money. Are you a dummy?" Grandpa George said.

"No, sir." Charlie replied, shaking his head.

"Then get that mud off your pants- you've got a factory to go to!" He exclaimed and a big grin appeared on all of our faces again.