Post by Daybreak on Jan 30, 2006 21:01:44 GMT -5
Yes, Dundee, you have INSPIRED ME! 'cause I read your fanfic and then I was imagining them all as adults and then I was up really late and all like WOW.
Uhm, anyways, I now have the first part of a fanfic written -_-; I swear I have a life outside of Charby, I just... misplaced it somewhere...
Anyway, let me get some things straight. I love AUs (alternate universes, to those of you who have not yet become hopeless fanfic addicts). I love the way a good author works in minor characters and details into a world completely unlike the original. I love putting characters in new and strange situations.
This is not an AU. That fact may confuse you - it's supposed to. Yes, they are older, but other than that, they are no different than the Charby characters we all know and love.
Don't believe me? Well, you'll just have to wait until I've written the rest, now won't you?
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As soon as he woke up, Tonius VonHarnier knew something was wrong. The thing was, he couldn’t put his finger on it. It could be the empty bed of his roommate, but Crispo had gone home for spring break two days ago. With a sigh, the teenager heaved himself out of bed and ran a hand through his messy hair. His gaze happened to land on the alarm clock that glowed pleasantly next to his bed - five o’clock PM. Tony groaned. No wonder he was so disoriented! It was far too early for him to be up. With a sigh, he pulled his curtains open and stood blinking for a moment in the reddish light of the setting sun. Then he shook his head groggily and grabbed his comb off his dresser.
He got ready mechanically, pulling on his favorite outfit and wrestling with his hair, wondering (not for the first time) why he had decided to wear it in such a *$%^! difficult style. He tossed the empty can of hair gel and wrote himself a note to buy more. Then he took a moment to really observe himself in the mirror. Yes, he was a little vain, but there was no denying that he was good-looking. The simple fact of the matter was that looks were important to girls, and girls were important to him, so therefore his looks were important to him, too.
Although it would be more accurate to say that one girl in particular was important to him, but hey, if she didn’t deserve to see Tony at his best, no one did. Satisfied with his appearance, he smirked at his reflection, gave it a cheeky wink, and headed downstairs to dig up something for breakfast. He was a little surprised to find someone already in the kitchen - not because it was unusual for someone to be raiding the fridge, but because the person doing so was the only resident with a reputation for laziness bigger than his own.
“Menu! What’s youse doin’ awakes this early?” The blonde jumped, startled by Tony’s intrusion, and hit his head on a refrigerator shelf.
“@%#$, man, what’d you do that for?” Menu stood up and turned around, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. The other arm was occupied by what was apparently a week’s worth of leftovers. Tony just shrugged and walked by him, grabbing a nearly full gallon of milk from the fridge and pouring it into a large mug that could easily be mistaken for a soup bowl. “Hey, go easy on that. The rest of us drink the stuff, too.” He sat down at the breakfast table and began making a towering sandwich for his meal.
Menu was the kid of a wealthy family, and he owned the House. Well, his family had owned it first, but they had worked out some sort of deal that involved Menu never living at home again. Not exactly a loving family relationship, but after all, he wasn’t the only one who didn’t go home over vacations. When Menu had started at Kellwood University, he decided to convert his home into a special housing facility for night students in the hopes of bringing in more money. When school was in session, the place was noisy and overcrowded, but ever since spring break had begun...
“Couldn’t sleep,” admitted Menu between bites, “’s too darn quiet without the guys banging around at odd hours. You, too, I guess. Miss that crazy roommate of yours?” Tony smiled over the top of his mug. While Crispo did take night classes, he wasn’t as ‘nocturnally inclined’ as the other residents. Of course, no one knew this until after Tony agreed to a roommate.
“Nein,” he replied, “I’s just gots up early - couldn’t gets back to sleeps.” He shook his head and drained the mug, then stood up and stretched. “Does something feel weirds to youse today, Menu? Besides der obvious...”
The blonde teenager grinned up at him wolfishly. “You mean besides the fact that you seem to have forgotten that today’s your three-month anniversary with a certain babe...” Tony jumped and swore loudly in German.
“Mein Gott, I did forgets! Where’s I’d puts them gummy bears?” He bolted off in the direction of his room, only to bump into Charby. A very annoyed looking Charby.
“What,” he growled, “is your excuse for making such
a racket before the sun’s even set? I thought I could get some sleep around here, what with everyone having taken off.” He yawned and squinted at Tony in a threatening way that only someone who just woke up can manage. Tony gulped. Sure, Charby was a great guy and all, but he had been extra touchy lately, and there was no denying that he could be pretty intimidating. It didn’t help that Tony had seen his antique weapon ‘collection.’ It contained more hooks than a meat locker, and Charby relished pointing out which ones were ‘used.’
“I’s... uh... was jest leaving. Sorry ifs I woke youse up!” He inched along the wall and darted up the stairs, closing his door with a loud bang. Charby watched him goe and turned around to Menu, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
“Mye,” was the offered response, and Charby’s expression cleared instantly.
“Ah, I see.” He got out a bowl and a box of cereal, then turned to the fridge. “Did he leave any milk?” He found the half-empty gallon and smirked. “Good.”
Menu saw it coming, but he had also just taken a huge bite of his sandwich, so his ‘watch out’ sounded more like “Mmrphummpth!”
“Huh?” Charby turned around, causing his sweeping bathrobe to deliver a glancing blow to the cereal box, sending frosted nuggets of goodness skittering across the floor. He smacked his forehead and groaned, then dropped to his knees and began frantically gathering up all the cereal he could reach, muttering numbers under his breath.
“Hey, Charby.”
“What?’
“Didja ever think that you might be a little... I dunno, obsessive compulsive?”
“...Shut up, Menu, and help me get the ones that went under the fridge.”
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Uhm, anyways, I now have the first part of a fanfic written -_-; I swear I have a life outside of Charby, I just... misplaced it somewhere...
Anyway, let me get some things straight. I love AUs (alternate universes, to those of you who have not yet become hopeless fanfic addicts). I love the way a good author works in minor characters and details into a world completely unlike the original. I love putting characters in new and strange situations.
This is not an AU. That fact may confuse you - it's supposed to. Yes, they are older, but other than that, they are no different than the Charby characters we all know and love.
Don't believe me? Well, you'll just have to wait until I've written the rest, now won't you?
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As soon as he woke up, Tonius VonHarnier knew something was wrong. The thing was, he couldn’t put his finger on it. It could be the empty bed of his roommate, but Crispo had gone home for spring break two days ago. With a sigh, the teenager heaved himself out of bed and ran a hand through his messy hair. His gaze happened to land on the alarm clock that glowed pleasantly next to his bed - five o’clock PM. Tony groaned. No wonder he was so disoriented! It was far too early for him to be up. With a sigh, he pulled his curtains open and stood blinking for a moment in the reddish light of the setting sun. Then he shook his head groggily and grabbed his comb off his dresser.
He got ready mechanically, pulling on his favorite outfit and wrestling with his hair, wondering (not for the first time) why he had decided to wear it in such a *$%^! difficult style. He tossed the empty can of hair gel and wrote himself a note to buy more. Then he took a moment to really observe himself in the mirror. Yes, he was a little vain, but there was no denying that he was good-looking. The simple fact of the matter was that looks were important to girls, and girls were important to him, so therefore his looks were important to him, too.
Although it would be more accurate to say that one girl in particular was important to him, but hey, if she didn’t deserve to see Tony at his best, no one did. Satisfied with his appearance, he smirked at his reflection, gave it a cheeky wink, and headed downstairs to dig up something for breakfast. He was a little surprised to find someone already in the kitchen - not because it was unusual for someone to be raiding the fridge, but because the person doing so was the only resident with a reputation for laziness bigger than his own.
“Menu! What’s youse doin’ awakes this early?” The blonde jumped, startled by Tony’s intrusion, and hit his head on a refrigerator shelf.
“@%#$, man, what’d you do that for?” Menu stood up and turned around, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. The other arm was occupied by what was apparently a week’s worth of leftovers. Tony just shrugged and walked by him, grabbing a nearly full gallon of milk from the fridge and pouring it into a large mug that could easily be mistaken for a soup bowl. “Hey, go easy on that. The rest of us drink the stuff, too.” He sat down at the breakfast table and began making a towering sandwich for his meal.
Menu was the kid of a wealthy family, and he owned the House. Well, his family had owned it first, but they had worked out some sort of deal that involved Menu never living at home again. Not exactly a loving family relationship, but after all, he wasn’t the only one who didn’t go home over vacations. When Menu had started at Kellwood University, he decided to convert his home into a special housing facility for night students in the hopes of bringing in more money. When school was in session, the place was noisy and overcrowded, but ever since spring break had begun...
“Couldn’t sleep,” admitted Menu between bites, “’s too darn quiet without the guys banging around at odd hours. You, too, I guess. Miss that crazy roommate of yours?” Tony smiled over the top of his mug. While Crispo did take night classes, he wasn’t as ‘nocturnally inclined’ as the other residents. Of course, no one knew this until after Tony agreed to a roommate.
“Nein,” he replied, “I’s just gots up early - couldn’t gets back to sleeps.” He shook his head and drained the mug, then stood up and stretched. “Does something feel weirds to youse today, Menu? Besides der obvious...”
The blonde teenager grinned up at him wolfishly. “You mean besides the fact that you seem to have forgotten that today’s your three-month anniversary with a certain babe...” Tony jumped and swore loudly in German.
“Mein Gott, I did forgets! Where’s I’d puts them gummy bears?” He bolted off in the direction of his room, only to bump into Charby. A very annoyed looking Charby.
“What,” he growled, “is your excuse for making such
a racket before the sun’s even set? I thought I could get some sleep around here, what with everyone having taken off.” He yawned and squinted at Tony in a threatening way that only someone who just woke up can manage. Tony gulped. Sure, Charby was a great guy and all, but he had been extra touchy lately, and there was no denying that he could be pretty intimidating. It didn’t help that Tony had seen his antique weapon ‘collection.’ It contained more hooks than a meat locker, and Charby relished pointing out which ones were ‘used.’
“I’s... uh... was jest leaving. Sorry ifs I woke youse up!” He inched along the wall and darted up the stairs, closing his door with a loud bang. Charby watched him goe and turned around to Menu, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
“Mye,” was the offered response, and Charby’s expression cleared instantly.
“Ah, I see.” He got out a bowl and a box of cereal, then turned to the fridge. “Did he leave any milk?” He found the half-empty gallon and smirked. “Good.”
Menu saw it coming, but he had also just taken a huge bite of his sandwich, so his ‘watch out’ sounded more like “Mmrphummpth!”
“Huh?” Charby turned around, causing his sweeping bathrobe to deliver a glancing blow to the cereal box, sending frosted nuggets of goodness skittering across the floor. He smacked his forehead and groaned, then dropped to his knees and began frantically gathering up all the cereal he could reach, muttering numbers under his breath.
“Hey, Charby.”
“What?’
“Didja ever think that you might be a little... I dunno, obsessive compulsive?”
“...Shut up, Menu, and help me get the ones that went under the fridge.”
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