A/N: So, listen. This is the first time I've been on FF in a looonnnggg time. Don't shank me if my writing seems a little dusty, okay? I'm going to try my best to keep all of the original characters that you know and love, well, original. I'll also try to keep my OC's from straying too far into Sue-dom. xD Leave me a review if you'd like me to continue this little shindig, because as of now I'm not really sure where this is headed.

Note: This fiction revolves around Tim Burton's 2005 version of the movie. Sorry, Wilder fans.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, nor am I making any profit off of this writing.

Prologue.

Imagine it is a time before all talk of things such as "stealing recipes" and "sending in spies" has even begun. It is a time where within the walls of Willy Wonka's extravagantly large chocolate factory, business is booming. Marvelous concoctions are being thought up and created every day, while hundreds of happy workers are joyfully fulfilling their day-to-day tasks. Not only is Mr. Wonka and his crew of candymakers living quite admirably, but those who chose to purchase their works are even more so delighted.

Willy himself knew this as he strolled easily down the east hallway, decorative [pimp] cane promptly in hand. It was just another regular Tuesday at the factory. Nothing big or meeting-worthy was going on, save for the buzzing of various ideas flying around Willy's head at the time. They would most likely turn into tangible products as soon as her got around to it.

"Mr. Wonka!"

Willy spun around, registering who it was that had called him before politely tipping his hat, "Can I help you with something, Mr. Royce?"

"Well, no, actually. I just wanted to inform you of the news-"

"Would this be the good kind of news, Mr. Royce? I'm in a far too happy mood for my day to be darkened by a spot of gloom and doom." Willy flashed him a pearly smile and rested all of his weight on his cane.

Mr. Royce seemed hesitant, now, to inform Willy of the information that he'd originally come to tell. Alas, it had to be done, "There's a new candymaker in town, sir. It was in the paper this morning. Apparently, the man is frightfully brilliant with his ideas. Nearly as good as you. Older, too, which means he'll have more-"

Willy snorted, "Oh, silly man! Do you think that I am afraid of a little competition? Let him come! After all, it is a free country." He tipped his hat once more and turned on his heels, flouncing off to wherever it was that he had intended to go in the first place. Let him come, he had said. Willy was up for the challenge! Although, he doubted severely that there would be one.

At that moment, it seemed not only to Willy Wonka, but to the whole of London and beyond, that absolutely nobody could top him and his eccentric ideas. That would seem like an appropriate accusation, wouldn't you say? After all, he is the one and only chocolatier to have created Lickable Wallpaper and Fizzy Lemonade Swimming Pools. It is true; there are some amazing candymakers out there, but I am nearly positive that none of them have the ability live up to Wonka's standards... do they?