*A/N I've felt the need to completely skip the beginning and Charlie's discovery of the fifth golden ticket. surely you all remember how it happened and I don't have anything incredibly interesting to add to that sequence. So the story starts on the day of the tour. Also while this is technically a WillyxOC fic, you can also take it as a reader insert because there is basically no physical description regarding the character *

My name is Connie Bucket. I am Charlie's aunt and Mr. Bucket's little sister. Charlie had discovered the last golden ticket just yesterday. His grandfather, my father, Joe was so excited that he sprung out of bed and did a song and dance. This sent my sister-in-law in a panic because our father had not stepped foot out of bed for twenty years. My sister was sure that he would collapse during the tour. That is why I'm here today. On this little stage filled with the ticket winners and their parents. I am going to join the tour with grandpa Joe and Charlie so that I can make sure my father will be alright. I just hope that Mr. Wonka find this acceptable. I was standing behind the two of them because there weren't anymore chairs. From my vantage point I could see all of the the contestants. That Veruca Salt girl was demanding to be the first in the factory. Violet was bragging about her gum (I had to look away quickly because something about chewed gum just grosses me out). Augustus Gloop was mowing down another donut, I was kind of impressed that someone could eat that much without getting sick. Mike Teevee was talking in front of a news camera, talking to all of his friends at home and I'm not gonna lie, that kid is kind of adorable with his little fake gun. Don't get me wrong, I do not want to be anywhere near him when he gets a real one, but for now I just want to pinch his little cheeks. Then, finally, the clock struck ten and out of the factory doors came a man wearing a large top hat with messy hair hidden underneath and a lilac waistcoat under a long purple coat. Everyone cheered as they saw him approach until they realized that he was leaning heavily on a cane as he walked. His left leg was clearly crippled in some way. Everyone was silent. Even when they watched as he lost his cane and started to fall forward. Everyone except for me. I happen to be a very vocal person and at this point in time I let out a very audible gasp as he fell. I could have sworn he looked up at me for a moment before falling into a perfect summersault. As he stood, the crowd cheered yet again. He summoned the children forward and (unsurprisingly) Veruca ran ahead while her father tried to hold everyone back. Everyone ran towards Mr. Wonka. Even Charlie, as I encouraged him to as I helped grandpa Joe down the stairs. From the back of the crowd, I watched Wonka interact with all of the children and their parents. It was kind of cute to see how enthusiastic he was to meet everyone. That is until he got to me. After he greeted Charlie and Joe he simply said

"Children can only bring one family member. Goodbye." Before attempting to shut the gate on me.

"Wait!" I called. Holding the other side of the gate from closing. I immediately began to regret this decision as his pale blue eyes stared me down. But he was waiting nonetheless. Probably waiting for an explanation. And I raced to provide said explanation.

"It's just that Charlie is my nephew and his grandfather, Joe, is my father and he hasn't been healthy enough to walk until yesterday and my sister-in-law, my brother's wife, was afraid he might collapse during the tour and she would have come but she had to go to work so I came instead." I was panting by the end of my explanation. I was talking fast because Willy Wonka hadn't moved this whole time since I started talking except to raise his eyebrows and he seemed quite intimidating. Then he began to speak.

"Dear Lady, I assure you that if such a thing were to occur, your father would be put in the care of my finest workers." I just shook my head at him causing his eyebrow to twitch up once again out of curiosity.

"I'm afraid that that is not a viable option Mr. Wonka." I informed him.

"And why is that?" He questioned.

"Because only I and my sister know how to properly treat him. If he did collapse in your factory, I'm afraid your employees would not know what to do for him." Wonka turned quiet as he thought of a response to this claim. After a moment of silence he slowly opened his mouth to speak again.

"Then why are you not Charlie's guardian instead of your father? From your description, he seems far to sickly to continue this tour." You could hear Joe yell 'Oi!' From behind Willy, but Mr. Wonka paid him no attention. This question filled me with more confidence because I figured I could at least try to insight some pity from him.

"I could never take such an opportunity away from him Mr. Wonka. He was just as excited as Charlie was to find the ticket and meet you in person and I have no intentions of stealing this experience from him." In the background I could hear Veruca getting impatient. Telling her father that she wanted to go in already. Wonka just sighed and nodded his head.

"What's your name?"

"Connie Bucket, sir." Wonka continued to nod his head slowly.

"Alright. You may join us. But be aware Mrs. Bucket, I will be keeping a close eye on you." I could only laugh in relief as I thanked him profusely. He just nodded his head once again in response before Turing back to the rest of the group and invited us all in. Behind us, we could all hear the press having a field day about Wonka having allowed another person into his factory. Over the noise of the press, I could hear Veruca turn to her father and yell

"That's not fair! I want to bring two people too! I could have brought a friend." And Mr. Salt mutter under his breath

"You haven't got any of those, dear." And with that we were all headed into the factory. I walked behind everyone else after Joe had insisted that he could walk perfectly fine on his own. Wonka held the door open for everyone and then followed me inside, shutting the door behind him.

Chapter 2

Mr. Wonka invited us all to take off our coats. I couldn't help but giggle when I heard him mess up a sentence exclaiming excitedly "Strike that! Reverse it. Thank you." Before walking to a raised platform while waiting for us to remove our coats. Unfortunately for me, I was the quickest to remove my coat and hang it up on the oddly shaped hangers. The hands closed around it and I let out the manliest and most totally not wimpy scream ever. [Totally not lying. it didn't even scare me at all... :'( ]

"Little surprises around every corner but nothing dangerous." Wonka quickly stated as Charlie hurried to me and asked if I was okay.

"Yep, yep I'm fine." I told him as I put my hands on my knees, trying to calm down. "I'm just a little jumpy is all."

"A little?" Grandpa Joe asked sarcastically.

"Hush you. Don't mock my pain." I replied. Charlie looked up and noticed that Willy had been intently watching my little outburst. He smiled to himself and decided not to bring it up. The other guests learned from my experience and placed their coats on the hangers warily. I had recovered from my little jump scare as Charlie and grandpa Joe had finished removing their outer layers. I followed them to the little stage in the center of the room as Mr. Wonka drew everyone's attention to the contract on the wall. Violet was the first to go up and sign, but her father stopped her before she could.

"Violet! Now don't you sign anything." He said as he stormed up to Mr. Wonka "Now what's this all about?" He asked him.

"Just a standard form of contract." Willy calmly replied shrugging his shoulders a bit.

"Now Wonka I work with contracts so I know that they are strictly for suckers." He looked at Wonka with a proud look. Turning his head for a moment to wink directly at me.

"Gross." I muttered under my breath so only Charlie could hear me. He laughed quietly in response. Wonka silently picked up on Mr. Beauregarde's actions. He visibly frowned for a very brief moment. It happened so quickly that I couldn't be sure if I'd actually seen it or not, for in the next moment, Wonka was back to his sly ways.

"Yes, but you wouldn't begrudge me a little protection. A drop." Suddenly Mr. Salt chimed in.

"My Veruca don't sign anything either."

"Then she don't go in," Willy very quickly replied. "Sorry, rules of the house." Veruca clearly was unhappy with this statement, because she ran up and signed the contract telling her father not to ruin this for her. It was clear on his face that Willy enjoyed having watched Veruca defy her father. Violet signed next and while the two boys were signing Charlie turned to me and grandpa Joe to ask if he was allowed to sign.

"Of course," Grandpa Joe quickly stated "We have nothing to loose."

"Except our limbs apparently," I stated while reading the contract "Just promise to be careful okay Charlie?" Charlie agreed and went to sign the contract. Veruca, of course, was yet again getting impatient so off we went to start our tour.

Chapter 3

Wonka had used a strange looking combination lock to open the door to the next room. Veruca burst in just to discover that there was no path. We all came flooding in after her. Wonka had shut the door behind himself. Due to the small room and some of the *ahem* larger guests, we were all squished into the room. Most of the occupants started to complain and I Tried to adjust Charlie so he wouldn't be trampled by the other, more excitable guests. Unfortunately, my adjustments made it so a certain Mr. Beauregarde was crushing me up against a wall and seriously invading my personal space. Unlike me, he didn't seem as upset by this occurrence.

"Well hello there Ms. Bucket." He said with a wink.

"Yeah... No." I responded dryly before moving to another part of the room, causing Violet's father to get crushed face first against the wall. All the while, I noticed Mr. Wonka had been going around knocking on the walls looking for the door. Before long he was standing before me. Purposely curling his arms around me to knock on the wall my back was pressed against. I don't know why, but I blushed. I was not repulsed by his presence as I was with Mr. Beauregarde. He must have noticed this, because he leaned even closer to whisper into my ear.

"I told you I'd be keeping a close eye on you, darling." I flushed even harder and let out a shaky sigh. Willy must have been happy with this result because he smirked and continued his search for the way out. He soon walked back to the door we had just entered from. I know this to be true because it was stated several times by the two fathers. Willy Wonka appeared to think on this as he leaned against the door, causing it to fall open. The door opened to a completely different corridor. We all stared out into the hall wide eyed. Mr. Salt was very agitated at this point.

"What is this Wonka?" He demanded "Some kind of funhouse?"

"Why?" Wonka asked plainly "Having fun?" At this point, both Mike's mother and Violet's father stated that they wanted to leave. This caused me and Charlie to share a light-hearted smirk. He headed down the hall as it appeared to shrink around him.

"He's at it again!" Mr. Salt exclaimed. (A/N Daaaaaammmnn Wonka, Back at it again with the deceptively small corridors... I'm sorry, I had to.) Most of the parents were completely scared out of their wits at this point. Mr. Salt even claimed that we may not get out of the factory alive. Wonka responded with yet another mysterious rhyme. It didn't surprise me at this point anymore. He seemed to be filled with little mysterious quotes. And it made me smile every time. The parents had more protests when they realized how small the door was. Willy just ignored them in favor of providing a description for the room that lied beyond the door. I watched as his eyes gleamed while he described it.

"My dear friends, you are now about to enter the nerve center of the entire Wonka Factory. Inside this room, all of my dreams become realities. And some of my realities become dreams." Willy looked me right in the eyes as he said that last part and I felt my heart flutter. He broke eye contact when he started explaining that everything in the chocolate room was edible. At this, Augustus started to get excited, begging to be let into the room. Willy didn't seem bothered by his impatience at all, he meerly tried to sooth him by advising him not to lose his head. He then turned to a very interesting lock that was actually a small piano.

"A musical lock." He explained over his shoulder as he played the intro to "Marriage of Figaro".

"Rachmaninoff" Mrs. Teevee said approvingly.

"Mozart" I corrected under my breath, but still loud enough for everyone to hear. Wonka smiled at me as Mrs. Teevee glared at the back of my head. I smiled back at him and he shifted his attention to the rest of the group.

"Ladies and gentlemen..." He paused to build the suspense. "Boys and girls... The chocolate room."