"Welcome to my parlor," said the spider to the fly...
Yes, I'm afraid I've trapped you in my HiNaBN-TBBT AU crossover-thing... of a web. (That sounded better in my head.)
No, seriously, this piece of "fan"-created fiction is destined to destroy all of mankind.
You can blame oxytreza over at deviantArt. She got me thinking with her loverly comics with this concept, then encouraged me to make this frightening work.
Friends, Romans, Countrymen...
This probably will not end well.
HiNaBN © Tessa Stone, TBBT © CBS, Concept © oxytreza, Random quotes with little relevence © people who aren't me.
Rated M because Veser needs his mouth washed out with soap.
Ch. 1: The Apartment
Alright, so I had just arrived at Pasadena. I could just barely afford dormitory expenses if I didn't eat anything for the first few months. I prefer living at all to starving on campus — I'm kind of quirky like that — so I found an apartment looking for a fourth roommate. It wasn't some big, fancy joint, and there would be four other guys to split the rent with, so I figured it wouldn't be that bad.
Shit, was I wrong.
So, I got off a bus and got to my apartment, 4A, and knocked on the door. This ginger-midget kid answers the door, and he's humming some old Queen song, and I'm thinking, Well, fuck, what the hell am I in for?
He grins at me and says, "Oh, hey! You must be Veser!" He starts shaking my hand and smiling, grabbing one of my bags and leading me in. "I'm Hanna Cross. Let's get you introduced to the others," he tells me, leaving my bag near the front door. I make sure the door closes; I didn't get a cheaper living arrangement for all my shit to be stolen.
So, the Hanna guy — weird name, huh? I didn't get the names of the other guys in the apartment, but if I did, I'd be looking for some confused chick; Hanna is not a boy's name. Anyway, the Hanna kid leads me up to some tan, tall, kind of foreign-looking guy. "This is Casimiro," he said, smiling and looking like if he were any more hyper he'd explode. "Casimiro, this is Veser."
The guy grinned at my reaction to his long-ass first name and told me, "You can call me Cas." That gave me his European accent, which I later deduced to be Italian.
I grinned right back at the guy and asked, "Y'mind if I call you Cassi?" He frowned in a way that gave me a definite no, so from then on, that was my nickname for him.
Hanna giggled — I mean, he downright giggled — and led me off to meet the last roommate. "This is Connie," he said, approaching a guy some would call well-dressed (and I would call faggy) with glasses. Damn, I thought, what is with all these guys and girly names?
The gay-looking guy shot an annoyed glare at the midget and turned to me, a bit nervous. "My name is Conrad, ignore that guy," he told me, with a trace of a British accent. Woohoo, foreigner roommates. I was hoping their weird accents wouldn't get in the way of understanding what they were saying. Or mocking them.
"Cool, I'm Veser. Veser Hatch," I said, raising my hand for him to shake. He didn't seem like a fist-bump kind of guy. He just sort of looked at my hand like it was Cthulhu and wandered away. I shrugged it off. I figured I could handle living with a bunch of weirdos.
It turned out I could, it just didn't come quite as easily as I had expected.
AN: /shudders/ I apologize... I'm going to continue to write this, sort of like how when you find a misquito bite, and it's sore and ready to burst from the scratchmarks, you keep picking it. Morbid fascinations lead to our ultimite demise.
P.S.: Short first chapter is short.
P.P.S.: Critiques are appreciated, herp derp! :B