Charlie And The Chocolate Factory - Male OC Insert

Chapter 1 - Nice To Meet You

This is the story of an ordinary little boy by the name of Charlie Bucket.

He was not faster or stronger or more clever than any other children. His family was not rich or powerful or well-connected. In fact, they barely had enough to eat.

Charlie, his parents and his four grandparents from both sides of the family lived together in a ramshackle wooden house outside of London, England. The house wasn't nearly large enough for so many people, and life was extremely uncomfortable for them all. There existed only a few rooms in the place altogether, and only one bed, which was given to the four grandparents.

There wasn't any question of them being able to purchase a better house or even one more bed to sleep in. The family was far too poor for such things.

But Charlie Bucket was the luckiest boy in the entire world. He just didn't know it yet.

"Evening, Buckets!" Mr. Bucket greeted the family as he entered the house from work, wrapped up against the winter cold.

"Hi, Dad." Charlie responded from the dining table.

"Supper's almost ready, darling." Mrs. Bucket informed her husband.

"Don't suppose there's anything... extra to put in, love." Mr. Bucket said.

"Oh, well," Mrs. Bucket replied, dismissive. "Nothing goes better with cabbage than cabbage."

Mr. Bucket was the only person in the family with a job. He worked in a toothpaste factory where he sat all day long at a bench, screwing the little caps onto the toothpaste tubes after they had been filled. The hours were long and the pay was terrible, and no matter how hard Mr. Bucket worked he was never able to make enough to buy one half of the things that so large a family needed.

There wasn't even enough money to buy proper food for them all. The only meals they could afford were bread and margarine for breakfast, boiled potatoes and cabbage for lunch, and cabbage soup for dinner. Sundays were a bit better, though, because although the family got exactly the same everyone was allowed a second helping.

The Buckets, of course, didn't starve. But every one of them went about from morning to night with a horrible empty feeling in their stomachs.

Charlie felt it worst of all, and although both his parents often went without their own share of lunch or dinner so that they could give it to him, it still wasn't nearly enough for a growing boy like Charlie. He desperately wanted something more filling and satisfying than cabbage and cabbage soup. The one thing he longed for more than anything else... was chocolate.

Only once a year, on his birthday, did Charlie ever get to taste a bit of chocolate. The whole family saved up their money for that special occasion, and when the big day arrived, Charlie was always presented with one small chocolate bar to eat all by himself. Each time he received it he would carefully place it in a small wooden box that he owned and treasure it as though it were a solid gold ingot. Over the next few days, he would only allow himself to look at it, never to touch it. Then, when the small boy couldn't stand it any longer, he would peel back a tiny bit of the wrapper at one corner to expose a tiny bit of chocolate. Then he would take a tiny nibble, just enough for the lovely sweet taste to spread out slowly over his tongue. The next day, he would take another tiny nibble, and so on and so forth. In this way, Charlie would make his sixpenny bar of birthday chocolate last him for over a month.

But there was one awful thing that tortured little Charlie, lover of chocolate, more than anything else. This thing was far worse than seeing slabs of chocolate in the windows of the shops or watching other children snacking on creamy chocolate bars right in front of him. It was the most terrible thing you could ever imagine.

In the town itself, actually within sight of the house in which Charlie and his family lived, there stood an enormous chocolate factory, the largest and most famous in the world. It was Wonka's Factory, founded, owned and operated by Willy Wonka, the greatest inventor and chocolatier of all time. The building had huge iron gates leading into it, and a huge wall surrounding the massive building. Smoke belched from its chimneys, and strange whizzing and whirring sounds came from deep inside the factory. Outside the walls, the air was scented with the heavy rich smell of melting chocolate for a half-mile radius.

Twice a day, on his way to and from school, Charlie had to walk right past the gates of the factory, and every time he went by he would begin to walk very slowly and he would hold his nose high in the air, taking in the captivating chocolate aromas all around him.

How Charlie loved that smell, and how he wished he could go inside the factory himself, and see just what it was like!