The Comforting Maestro (A Balan Wonderworld Story)

Chapter 1: The Theatre

Hey all, DisneySonic1991 here. So, if some of you know about my art, you may have seen that I recently drew a small vent/comfort piece with my OC, Krystal being comforted by Balan, from the recent title Balan Wonderworld. I've become thoroughly invested in the characters from that game and felt the game's theme would lend itself nicely to a comfort fic. This is in the canon where Krystal is dating Paris the Puppet, so he'll be here.

A slight trigger warning for mentions of suicide.

With that being said, let's begin.

Chapter 1: The Theatre

7pm, that's the time that read on Krystal's phone as she walked through the darkened city streets. She'd met someone earlier, a friend she once knew. But, at this time, she was no longer a friend. She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes, causing her glasses to fog up.

When she had met this individual, Krystal had ran, ran as fast as she could to get away from them, to which this friend chased them in response. That, was hours ago. But this, this whole incident had been going on for months, seven if Krystal remembered correctly.

She was carrying a bag in her hands, and something inside of it moved. She stopped, kneeling down to look into it, coming face to face with a familiar person. Or in this case, a puppet; Paris.

He looked up at her, his blood red eyes watching her with concern.

"Krystal," he finally said.

He'd been with Krystal when they came into contact with this friend. He saw the colour fade from Krystal immediately upon seeing her, he knew how much this upset her.

There was a steady stream of tears falling from Krystal's eyes now and onto Paris' head. He sighed, pulling himself out of the bag.

Krystal suddenly felt a familiar hand on her shoulder; snow white skin with red painted nails. She looked up, right into his face; white skin, blood red eyes, red cheeks and jet black hair. He wore a fancy black suit, with white on the ends of the pants, a white undershirt and a red bowtie to match his eyes.

She loved him, despite being an Asexual.

He pulled her closer to his body, arms wrapped around her body, stroking her hair. His head was above hers, as he was taller than her; she was 5"7 while he was 5"11.

"It's alright," he assured her. "She's gone, we lost her."

Krystal still sobbed though. "I just want this to stop, Paris." She replied, face against his suit jacket. "This is so difficult."

He nodded in response. While in truth, they had met before this whole thing started, Paris watched Krystal struggle throughout the whole seven months. It sickened him, how someone could do this, and for that length of time.

He cupped a hand under her chin, a faint smile covering his face. "I know Krystal, I know." He linked his arm around her waist. "Let's get you home."

Krystal sniffed, and nodded. Right now, she just wanted to go home, and rest, away from this episode. As they walked, Paris would periodically check any suspicious alleyways to see if that friend was following them.

While they walked, Krystal's phone rang a few times from text messages. Paris was the one holding it so, he checked the messages. There was a few messages from her friends, back when she stayed at Disneyland. He opened a group chat  and read through the messages.

Jiminy: Hey, is everything okay, Krystal?

Will: You alright, Krystal? When we called earlier it seemed like a bad situation.