°~a "Not So Bad Nut"~°{Willy x reader)

Chapter 3: Hunt for the Gold pt1

Previously
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"Goodnight Y/n" he said,
"Goodnight Charlie" you said as you drifted off to sleep.
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Indeed, that very night, the impossible had already been set in motion.
Chocolate was being shipped out, flown out, and drove out all over the country. Waiting for millions of purchases world wide.
But as well as the chocolate, fliers had been posted on every lamp post, telephone pole, building side, and cork board; soon to be seen by millions of people, the tall and the small, adult and children alike.
Many would see the exciting news the fliers had written with a deep black ink.

Day had come quickly, and news had spread through Charlie and Y/N's town like wildfire.
The flier that had been posted read, 'Dear people of the world... I, Willy Wonka.. have decided to allow five children to visit my factory this year. In addition, one of these children shall receive a special prize beyond anything you could ever imagine.'

"Five golden tickets have been hidden underneath the ordinary wrapping paper of five ordinary Wonka bars. The bars may be anywhere; in any shop, in any street, in any town, in any country in the world." The news man reported.
Everyone in the world was in a uproar, trying to get their hands on a Wonka bar in hopes that by fate, they would get their hands on the elusive golden tickets.
Wonka bars flew off the shelves by thousands, all in hopes that one special bar would end up in the hands of one lucky child.

"Wouldn't it be something, Charlie, to open a bar of candy and to find a golden ticket inside?" Grandpa Joe exclaimed. Y/n washed dishes on the background while listening to the two chatter on about the ticket hunt. She didn't want Charlie to get his hopes to high.
"I know," replied Charlie. "But I only get one bar a year, for my birthday." His tone had a hint of disappointment. Beings the buckets weren't very financially stable, they couldn't enjoy the little things as often as those who made a stable income. But when they could splurge, they took the opportunity, such as for birthdays.
"Well, it's your birthday next week." Y/N chimed in, hoping to lift her little brothers spirits.
"You have as much of a chance as anybody does." Chirped Grandma Josephine.
"Balderdash! The kids who are going to find the golden tickets are the ones who can afford to buy candy bars every day," snapped Grandpa George. "Our Charlie gets only one a year. He doesn't have a chance." He said with a huff.
"Grandpa, you didn't need to be so brutal.." Y/N talked back, she walked towards Charlie and patted his shoulder after drying her hands with her apron after finishing the up dishes.
"Everyone has a chance Charlie" Y/n said and looked at her little brother in the eyes before kissing the top of his head and ruffling his hair.
"Mark my words, the kid who finds the first ticket will be fat, fat, fat."

And of course, Grandpa George was right.
Pictures snapped, and lights flashed as that paparazzi took pictures of the first child that had found the Golden Ticket: Augustus Gloop.
"Augustus. This way." One of the photographer said.
The first ticket was found in Düsseldorf, Germany, by a boy who ate more than his fair share of Wonka bars by the tun.
"I am eating the Wonka bar, and I taste something that is no chocolate.. or coconut.. or walnut or peanut butter.. or nougat.. or butter brittle or caramel or sprinkles." Augustus said to the reporters. "So I look and I find the golden ticket!" He waved the golden paper around in his hand in front of the camera, covering the disgusting chocolate that covered his face.
"Augustus, how did you celebrate?" A reporter asked.
"I eat more candy" he replied before pulling a whole new Wonka bars out of his trousers, unwrapping it and stuffing it in his gluttonous mouth.
"We knew Augustus would find the golden ticket." His mother said to the reporters. "He eats so many candy bars a day that it was not possible for him not to find one." Her face showed pride in her glutton of a son, watching him shove bars down his pallet on camera for the world to see.
"Yes, it is good, Augustus!" The paparazzi cheered and swarmed to take pictures as Mrs. Gloop and her beloved sone took pictures for the press.

The TV made a static sound as Y/n messed with antennas to hopefully get a signal so they could watch the news.
"-- golden ticket claimed and four more.."

"Told you it be a porker" Grandpa George sneered as he watched the pudgy glutton take pictures with his mother on the television.
"What a repulsive boy." Agreed Grandma Josephine.
"Only four golden tickets left." Charlie sighed.
"Now that they've found one, things will really get crazy" grandpa Joe remarked, staring at the screen of the television.

"-- of every shape, size and hue." The news continued.

The second child to find the Golden Ticket was in Buckinghamshire, England.
More lights flashed and pictures were taken of a young girl named:
Veruca Salt.
"Veruca. Can you spell that for us, please?" A reporter asked.
"V-E-R-U-C-A. Veruca Salt." She jubilantly. More pictures snapped in the families direction.
"As soon as my little veruca told me she had to have one of these golden tickets, I started buying all the Wonka bars I could lay my hands on." Mr. Salt said in a proud manner. "Thousands of them. hundreds of thousands." He continued.
"I'm in the nut business, you see. So I say to my workers: Morning, ladies. From now on, you can stop shelling peanuts and start shelling the wrappers off these chocolate bars instead." He explained how he had his workers shell the chocolate bars one by one in search of a golden ticket. Waisting perfectly good bars in search for a ticket for his spoiled hellion of a daughter.
"Three days went by, and we had no luck. Oh it was terrible." He went on. "My Veruca got more and more upset each day."
"Where's my Golden Ticket? I want my Golden Ticket!" Veruca stomped her foot angrily. Her mother sipped her martini while watching.
"Well, gentleman, I just hated to see my little girl feeling unhappy like that. I vowed I would keep searching until I could give her what she wanted... And finally I found her a ticket."
He explained how when the ticket was found, the worker who found it tried to keep it for herself but he had caught her in the act of trying to hide it. Veruca had come in from horse back riding to her father handing her the ticket, she took it and took a look. And without hesitation said.
"Daddy, I want another pony"

The TV static fuzzed as Veruca was seen on the buckets television, waving the ticket "she" found.
"She technically didn't find that," y/n said "her dad did-" she stared at the spoiled little parasite on the screen.
"She's even worse than the fat boy." Grampa George replied.
"I don't think that was really fair. She didn't find the ticket herself.." Charlie remarked, agreeing with Y/N.
"Don't worry about it, Charlie. That man spoils his daughter, and no good ever comes from spoiling a child like that." Grandpa Joe said looking at both his grandchildren.
Suddenly Mr and Mrs. Bucket burst in through the door. The wind that blew was strong and almost threw them into the house. They had come in bearing a gift for Charlie.
"Charlie, mum and I thought maybe you wanna open your birthday present tonight." Mr. Bucket said. Y/n took a seat beside Charlie and squeezed his shoulders in a loving manner, excited for him to get his gift early.
Their parents stood in front of the two children and grandparents and handed Charlie his gift.
"Here you are." Said Mrs. Bucket excitedly as Charlie grabbed his gift from his mother's hand.
He unwrapped his gift and revealed a whipple-scrumptious fudgemallow delight Wonka bar and suspense filled his facial features.
"Maybe I should wait till morning." He said nervously.
"-like hell." said Grandpa George.
"-Pop." Replied Mr. Bucket
"All together, we're 381 years old. We don't wait" Grandpa Joe said quietly to Charlie. Slowly Charlie slid the wrapped chocolate out of it's cardboard cover.
"Now Charlie, you mustn't feel too disappointed, you know if you don't get the.. whatever happens you'll still have the candy." Y/n says as she looks at Charlie, and their parents nod.
He slowly slips off the aluminum wrapping to reveal an empty candy bar, and even though he shouldn't feel disappointed, it weighed like a tun of bricks.
"All well, that's that" said Grandpa George.

"We'll share it" Charlie replied, looking at Y/n who was smiling at him in a synthetic way.

"Oh, no, Charlie," Grandpa Joe refused. "Not your birthday present."

"It's my Candy bar, and I'll do what I want with it." And with that Charlie started breaking up the chocolate squares so everyone could have two. It wasn't much but it was very kind of him to share.
Y/n thanked Charlie when he handed her her pieces, they all took tiny bites to savor the chocolate goodness.

To be continued...