Competition ♡ Willy Wonka x Reader.

Chapter 2 - Meeting.

That morning y/n ran around to Charlie's house, a smile on her face the whole time. When she got there, she knocked and waited, impatience almost overtaking her.

Once again, she was greeted with the tired face of Mr.Bucket. "It's 8 in the morning, y/n. What do you need?" He asked, yawning. All she did was hold up the golden ticket. Mr.Bucket smiled and let y/n inside. Charlie was already awake, eating his breakfast. Cabbage soup. Y/n shivered at the thought of having to eat cabbage soup everyday.

She walked over to Charlie and placed the golden ticket on his lap. He looked up at her and then back at the papery material in his lap. "Is this..?" He looks back up, jaw open. Y/n nods. His jaw drops open even more and he stares at the golden ticket. "Is..is this for me..?" He asks, nervous to hear y/n's reply "obviously!" She says, picking up his bowl of cabbage soup and placing it on the kitchen counter. Charlie stands up, ticket in hand and hugs y/n "Thank you," He says, smiling.

All the while, most people in the house were asleep. Soon enough though, grandpa joe had woken up. He too was in just as much shock as Charlie.

♡ one hour later ♡

It'd all been decided that y/n would go with Charlie to the factory tomorrow. This was decided because they all thought it'd be great if 2 of the world's greatest chocolatiers met. Also because Charlie was pretty much obssessed with Wonka Bars and the chocolatey flavour unlike any other he got from those chocolate bars. Charlie would turn up to y/n's factory early in the morning and they would leave together.

♡ the next day ♡

Y/n was dressed in a dress, just above the knee with some pretty black opaque tights, covered with a long coat type accessory (the thing in the chapter picture thing) She had neat French plaits in her hair and a light layer of makeup, finished off with dark red lipstick.

Charlie arrived at y/n's factory early in the morning. In her mind, his outfit wasn't exactly something she'd call great but it'd have to do, she thought. They started to walk in the directions of Mr.Wonka's factory, which was about a block or 2 away

When they arrived, there was many photographers, news reporters and people who were just there to watch. Y/n and Charlie stood in line with what they were guessing were the other winners of the golden tickets. Their thoughts were soon confirmed when they recognised Mrs.Beauregarde and her daughter, Violet. 'What snobs they'd seemed like on the TV,' y/n thought.

Whilst they were entering the line, they received some strange looks from most of the parents and a few of the kids. "Hey," she heard someone next to her call. She tilted her head to the side to see a little girl, "I'm Veruca Salt and..aren't you that other chocolate maker?" She asks, not seeming very polite. "So what if I am?" y/n asked, applying another layer of lipstick and looking up at the factory gates. Veruca frowned and stood back next to her father in the line. "Daddy! I want to go in!" Y/n heard the same voice call from her right "It's 9:59 dear," a man responded.
"Make time go faster!" She whined.

As if on cue, the factory gates opened and a loud, clear voice came through the speakers "please enter!" It called. And that's exactly what they did. "Come forward!" The voice spoke once more, "close the gates!" It ordered. As they were walking the speakers produced more noise. "Dear visitors." Everyone stopped walking when they reached the bottom of the stairs that lead to the entrance of the factory "It is my great pleasure to welcome you to my humble factory..and who am I? Well..."

Suddenly, a set of curtains opened and a song started playing as pot dolls holding candy of some sort started to move around on colourful wheels. Y/n smiled and danced a little to the song.  At the end, fireworks started to go off, soon starting a small fire which burnt most of the dolls, causing their eyes to fall out and a disgusting plasticy smell to linger in the air. Everyone stood in silence until they all heard clapping and laughing coming from the end of the line. "Wasn't that just magnificent?" He says, "I was worried it was getting a little dodgey in the middle part  but then that finale..wow!" He says, walking up the stairs and just awkwardly standing there.

"Who are you?" Violet asks. All was silent again until Charlie spoke up. "He's willy wonka!" He said. Awkward silence again.

"Good morning starshine the earth says hello!"

Everyone looked around at each other with a confused and awkward look on their faces. Then, the man, supposedly willy wonka, searched for something on the inside of his coat. He pulled out a set off flashcards with a dark red, curly W sign on the back written in fancy writing, like the one on his chocolate bars. "Dear guests, greetings. Welcome to the factory" He read, "I shake you warmly by the hand." He put his gloved hand out to shake anyone's hand. He looked around at all the disgusted faces. He was about to retract his hand when y/n stepped forward and shook his hand, "Nice to meet you," she said "I'm y/n, you might know me from somewhere." She smiled, looking up at him, "Indeed I do," he said, "y/f/n right? the famous chocolatier down the street? I've heard some people saying we have some competition in our candy making skills," he laughed at the end of his sentence.

"I wouldn't say famous but sure, that's me," she replied, stepping back into the line. He looked back down at his flashcards and started reading again. "My name is Willy wonka!" He exclaims loudly and let's out a small breathy laugh after his sentence. "Then shouldn't you be up there?" The same girl that had spoken to y/n before asked, pointing to the seat behind him, "Well I couldn't very well watch the show from up there now could I little girl?" He says kind of sarcastically, reaching to put the flashcards back in his pocket.

"Mr.Wonka," Charlie began "I don't know if you remember but my grandpa joe used to work here in the factory!" He beamed.
"Was he one of those dispicible spies who everyday tried to steal my lifes work and sell it to those parasitic copy-cat-candy-making cads?" He replied very bluntly. "No sir," Charlie said, a bit shocked with Mr.Wonka's harsh response. "Tell him I said welcome back," Willy Wonka smiled. 'He has quite nice teeth..' y/n strangely thought to herself 'I like it.'

"Let's get a move on kids," Mr.Wonka says, picking up his walking stick, which he doesn't need by the way, and walked inside. "Don't you want to know our names?" A chubby, fat boy asked as they walked inside. "Can't imagine how it would matter!" He replied from the front of the group. "Come quickly, far too much to see!" He called out, making sure the people at the back heard him.

That moment was when y/n knew this day would be quite the adventure.