#Erin Foreger

[artscheese]

*slam dunks this* I FINALLY FINISHED MY FAN FIC FOR MY AU LETS GOOOOO

Ummm it’s super duper long and most of the events take place in the novel so please enjoy!!

(Fan Fic under cut)

[vincentask]

Chapter 1: MidNight Plaza

It’s as if the world was against her.

 

The once optimistic, creative, and energetic little girl just suddenly felt like the world wanted to take revenge from her for taking the special person in her life away from her.

The girl, who looked like she was around twelve was going to go back to her Auntie’s house after school, all through the while she could not stop thinking about what had happened… 

No, I can’t keep thinking about her, it 

happened all so fast but….

She isolated herself from her friends, even if her auntie and father wanted to talk to her, but it always felt.. empty… when talking to them. As if there was something missing…

She looked down into the pave ways of the street, keeping a fast and steady pace for herself while she was kicking the tiniest rocks on the street

Who would do such a thing, she thought, 

No this can’t be right, why is no one telling me what happened? I want to know the truth!

As she crossed the alleyway that she usually crossed, in the corner of her eye she spotted a fluffy, pink bird-like creature with cat ears. She stopped her stride for a minute and looked at the strange, and rather cute creature for a minute.

“Timmu, timmu!”, the creature exclaimed, it wanted the girl to follow her. She followed the creature up, at least there was something to cheer her up about, it looked a bit cute..

At the end of the alleyway, she came across an abandoned, yet grandiose theater with glistening lights on the facade and with a big sign that read:

Wonderworld Theater

She never heard of this theater at all in her town, so she looked from left to right to see if anyone would take notice of the theater, but people passed by as if it never existed… it’s as if time stopped when she approached it.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted a poster standee of a shadow on what it looks like the shadow was wearing, a top hat bearing a grin. She found it...unnerving at best.

“Timmu?”, the small creature questioned. She looked down on the creature who was entering the door, it was as if it was saying “Well, aren’t you coming?”

“Well, who couldn’t say no to you..?”, she said to herself, so she opened the door and went inside….

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Once she entered inside, the entrance doors immediately shutted with a click!

She jumped and turned back and tried to pull the doors back open.

Great. Locked.

She didn't know what to do so, she looked around...

The theater inside almost didn't even looked like a theater at all, the entrance inside was a gorgeous checkered floor, and a pristine chandelier on the cathedral like ceiling. There were mirrors on the walls that looked like there were shattered, some were covered up with linen blankets. Someone must've broke inside, the girl thought as she tensed.

There were also movie posters on the wall as well, some posters were stored in untouched boxes in the dust, there were also props and other nick-nacks that weren't organized and left in the dust. The actors and the language on the posters were ones that she didn't recognized either.

Maybe the theater was closed? But why were the doors open in the first place?

As she continued to look, she saw in the corner room--a tall man, sitting in a chair looking at the gem, he had a glittering top hat with a red band around it, with a flamboyant white suit and cape and heels, adorned with red frills on his wrists and red ascents on his legs, the same man from the poster. He was looking at a yellow gem until he caught a reflection of the girl....

Eeyahoo~?

...?!

The girls heart rate skipped a beat in surprise at the man's sudden deep voice,

"Why, hello there..."

He slowly stood up from the chair, and suddenly was floating and spinning rapidly and bowed in front of her with a gracious bow,

"...And Welcome!", he welcomed with charisma, giving a friendly smile. The eyes in the red band of his top hat seemed to

The girl was unable to speak, it all came out as stuttering as she was trying to say what was going on.

The man only circled around her, his grin never fading. He was almost amused by her and chuckled as she was stunned until he pulled out the same fluffy pink-like bird with cat ears.

"Here child, have this! And tell me lass, what is that you amiss?", he asked. He pulled out a stethoscope, a popsicle stick as if to check her throat, he even checked her eyes as well. It's as if he was trying to emphasize his sentence in a theatrical way, she was trying to congest and ask what was going on, but it almost felt like the man was bouncing all over the walls of energy in this theater.

"What I mi--?"

The man interrupted her as he comedically threw away all the doctor supplies, "Why of course, a piece of your heart!"

"My hear-? YAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!"

He grabbed her by the sides and laughed triumphantly as he pushed her and dashed in lighting speed into another theater door.

He then placed her in a more smaller theater, and spun her around in a playful manner. it had a ton of tables and chairs, it even had it's own bar in the back.

"Now what--" she asked as the man was humming and kicking boxes and cleaning of any remaining dirt and dust as if he hadn't cleaned this place in days or years,

"Is going on? What are you doing in this part?" the man laughed joyously smiled, cutting her off mid-sentence again, it was almost getting annoying.

"Now I'm sure you have tons of questions you have in your mind, but for now...." he snapped is fingers and immediately and all of the room went dark, all of the stage lights were directed by the flamboyant man with the top hat.

"It's time....for the show to start!" he boomed with grandiose.

He started with a theatrical stance... and then started dancing and twirling, and even doing backflips. The man was so elegant and fast with his dancing and his movements, the girl was almost mesmerized by him.

The man then snapped his fingers and suddenly, he summoned clones of himself as back dancers, one of them flew and spun right by to her and somehow shapeshifted into a chair for her to sit.

It was as if she was floating on where she was sitting, with the little creature in her hand, she was then sended straight to a portal summoned along the stage, the man joining along with her as well...

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So far it was as if along the ride... someone or something took her....

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The girl was walking along the vast, empty and almost dream-like city. It was what she could think of right now at this stage, no new ideas were thinking of her at this time. Except the plaza, the plaza fountain and the big, humongous chapel; all quite similar to the ones she saw in her city. When she was walking around the shopping area in the plaza, she stopped and saw on the windows two blank mannequins. 

She tilted her head and all of the sudden, there was a flash of creativity that struck her immediately so she went inside the little shop.

There, she saw an empty boutique… there were even more empty mannequins, a vintage green sewing machine, and some paper with a pencil with an eraser. It seemed like the mannequins were neverending as she overviewed on how many there were…. She felt a little uneasy about how many there were.

She glanced down at the paper on the desk, she picked up the pencil, as if by a quick second she was done with a simple summer dress. Now how to sew it and put it somewhere… Surely, her favorite hobby to do was to draw and design dresses in her sketchbook. She didn’t know how to sew her own designs, but she dreamed of being a fashion designer someday..

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It seemed like hours, or years, or who knows how long that she has been drawing and designing. It was so easy for her; draw a fashion design, and the sewing machine will do it for you. She wish she could do this forever until… In the corner of her she saw a yellow gem drop on the floor, with curiosity striking her she picked it. It was pretty at first but looking at the reflection of it, it’s as if she saw someone… or something in the gem. She couldn’t recall who it was but it looked like the person was really happy, it sounded like from the gem, cheering and laughing. She smiled a bit but then, looking at the floor there were more gems lying on the floor! Her eyes widened with shock as she saw more and more scattered across.. Before she continued to pick them up, these small, shadowy creatures with white masks and pink and purple creatures tried to eat them and swallow up.

“What…? Hey! Give those back!” she shouted. She ran and tried to swoop back the drops before the shadowy creatures tried to swallow it whole, but she couldn’t with no prevail. The more they tried the more faster they were than her.

She was about to give up and keep drawing until a shadowy figure swooped through her vision.

Huh?!

Swish, sling, swoosh! The figure captured the drops and fought the creatures with what it seems like a sword and captured the drops in an instant.

Who was that….?

The figure looked like it counted up the drops in his hand and grinned with satisfaction, as if by magic he swooped in his jacket, making them disappear. The girl was in shock.

The figure looked like a man, he didn’t really say much but when he turned to her, her heart skipped a beat and beated faster. The man was really tall, he had a caliver hat with feathers pinned on the side, it seemed to pull right down to his eyes like a mask. When he looked at her for a good minute he squinted his eyes and gave her an impish grin, it was full of mystery and it was as if he was begging her to come along, but there was something in her mind that was forbbinding her to go. As her heart calmed down, in her left hand was the yellow gem that she had earlier, when she was about to catch him up assuming that he dropped it, he was gone.

“Questions, questions, questions!”, a voice exclaimed in the distance, it was almost angelic at least. “Growing curiouser of this theater by the day aren’t you? Oh, you poor little lamb, you wander and wander for your own sake for a day or two..”

Click clack clack, the golden heels from the man echo off the shop, or her stage, as the girl was greeted by a handsome, tall man with striking white hair and white cloak that covered his shoulders.

It was Lance, the Maestro of Wonderworld

“Huh?!” the girl fumbled by the response as she hid the strange gem behind her back, “I-um… well… it’s.. nothing” she didn’t want this stranger to be concerned about what she saw.

“Really?….Nothing?” He chuckled as tilted his head, speaking in a kind manner as if he heard this many times.

“Yeah! I’m sure!” she said nervously, “But… uh…” she looked around her stage and then down again, kicking some of the dirt on the ground lightly.

Lance, being the most patient as ever, waited for the girl to say at least something with a sad smile. He putted his hand on her shoulder, but before he could say anything he looked around her near empty stage, “Well one things for sure; for a stage this grand. It does need some sprucing up at hand!”

“Sprucing up…?” she asked

“Hmm,” Lance thought, “this is your first time here, yes?”

The girl nodded.

The shoulder on his hand felt… nice.. warm.. comforting? A sharp ping of warmth crossed to her heart, this was the most content she felt, she didn’t know why though. It’s as if this is what she really needed the most. 

“By the way, mister,” she asked, “who are you?”

"...You don't know who I am..?" Lance inquired,

The girl shook her head no.

"Ah... well.."

 Lance hadn’t introduced himself yet so smirked in a cat-like smile and bowed down like a prince would,

"My name is Lance, the Maestro --or perhaps your guide-- of Wonderworld. My job here is to make sure your heart is in tact. With the state that you are in my dear, tis not the fact!"

Your heart is in tact...? She felt like she's heard of this before.

"Say, wasn't there someone who's just like you?", she asked.

"What could you mean, love?" Lance tilted his head in curiosity.

"Well, I just saw a man with a hat, or... maybe I saw one before I'm not sure...." she pondered, "but, this one had a sword and he was grabbing.... I think it was gems?? lt was shiny for sure!"

Lance tensed up, almost knowing what the girl was saying, but he had a confused, yet almost amused look in his face. He was so amused by this little girls inquisitive questions and what details she can remember on the top of her head, it was.. adorable to him to say the least.

He chuckled, "Now now, I'm not sure what you mean, but I can assure you that there is me and only me! If you are thinking about those 'creatures' grabbing gems, those are the negati. They're quite harmless, as you can see."

His head turned and pointed to the black, ink like creatures with neon patterns and stripes, grabbing and munching at the remaining gems.

Even though they were cute at least, that still doesn't answer her question.

Everytime she questions something, why does no one answer to her..?

Lance could notice that she was a bit discouraged at the answer, but he could sense that something else was wrong. He brushed his long, silver like hair to his ear and kneeled down in a gentle manner.

"Child, if there is anything that worries your mind, speak! Please know that I am always here to talk if your heart remains week.." Lance said in a gentle and reassuring manner. He held both of her tiny hands, contrast to his abnormal, large hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

The child made a deep sigh of relief, as if she needed to hear that from this kind gentleman. She broke from Lances hands and shrugged,

"It's... nothing. But...."

"But?"

"...Didn't you say that my stage needed...sprucing up?" she asked, as if changing the subject.

"I have haven't I..? Well, since this is Wonderworld, the stage here is at your command!" he struck his friendly smile as he got back up, "Your stage here is quite a unique one in my case. Shall I teach you tricks on what and where to place?"

"What do you mean?"

He gently grabbed her hand, his eyes twinkled with intrigue, "Come come! I shall show you!"

He lead her out of the boutique and in the middle of the empty shopping area of the plaza. He waited for her as if to do something, but it felt like she was more confused than ever.

"Alright....? Now what?"

"Nothing..? Not a single thing that you can think of?" he mused.

"What's there to think about? Is some building just going to pop out of nowhere?" she quipped sarcastically.

And just like that, another building from the shopping area did in fact, popped out of nowhere.

"Well, if you can think of that my dear!" he giggled.

Her eyes popped from surprise and her mouth fell open, she couldn't believe she actually thought of that.

"Just like that?!" she exclaimed.

"Just like that." Lance confirmed, "Now then, think of other things that can add to your own stage--add your own flare. Or change the place up if you like--theres no reason to stop there!"

She hummed, thinking of other things in her stage to add. She looked from left to right to center for other props she could add. She added more shops, some city props like street lamps, fire hydrants, some apartments, even a fountain in the center. It didn't had a statue in the center, but she didn't mind.

As Lance watched and helped the girl set up her stage, he commented, "You know, you remind me so much of a detective--always inquisitive and looking for clues. It's no wonder your striving out for answers--ike looking for news..."

Lance's eyes widened as if they thought of an idea, "That's it--Detective! Your name shall be Detective."

"Detective? You know you can't really name someone by their appearance... it's a little silly." she gave a sheepish laugh.

"Who says you can't? I believe you can." Lance shrugs.

As Detective thought about it, something stumped her. Why couldn't she remember her name...? She was actually gonna tell Lance her real name, but for some reason she can't remember.

Really silly indeed. However, detective that a cool sounding theme to it, so she let the thought go and stuck with it.

"I guess you have a point," she agreed.

As she was done with what she wanted from her stage, Lance rested his hand on his hip and gave an approving nod.

"Very good, and very well done! I'd say, love--you have quite the imagination on where you have gone..."

He looked around the stage and was on awe with the night time-like and dreamy atmosphere that Detective had brought out.

"Now then, I leave you at your own command. I believe my job here is done for a while--but please do not hesitant at all to call me by my name--I will be there to ail to your needs, hand in hand." He bowed graciously in farewell. His sincerity looked like he really meant what he said to Detective

Before he disappeared with a flourish with his hand, Detective called to him, "Lance, wait!"

Lance was half-transparent as he looked at Detective in an inquired look.

Detective softly smiled to Lance, "...Thank you."

Lance smiled back in a mysterious manner, as if knowing what was going on with Detective; leaving her on her own on her stage.

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[artscheese]

Happy Balanniversary everyone!!

I love this little quirky game to death,, it was a part of a big developmental stage in my life and I can’t thank enough of it, honestly I don’t what I’ll be without it..

Thank you everyone and let the show go on!!

[artscheese]

Au doodle warm ups :0

[vincentask]

Balan WonderWorld: Tale of Two:

Interlude

Author’s Note: This all takes place in the events in the Balan Novel. No spoilers of the novel, but it’s best if you read the novel first hand! :]

This is also a repost; so some things in the canon may look different from the original!

The stage was a quiet, little city in which a stage prop-like crescent moon lightened blissfully of a fake night. It was adorned with little shopping centers and a beautiful plaza fountain, which on top had a statue of a swordsman. The grinning man, along with The Fighter on his side, looked around the dream-like plaza. Fighter couldn’t shake her head off the eeriness of the mannequins with the many and multiple sizes that had a variety of clothes on them. One was a frilly dress, another a simple suit, most had sheets covered on them as if they were ghosts. One after one, each mannequin looked uncanny and stranger as they progressed from the stage. 

“...Balan?”, Fighter asked.

  The Grinning Man turned to the side of Fighter.

“Why are we here again…?”

The man sighed, as if he heard this many times. He knew she was getting anxious with this stage, so it was best to reassure her:

“This stage that you see right now may be ordinary, but it is not what it seems on the contrary…” The Grinning Man says, as if trying to solve a mystery.

Fighter gulped, this wasn’t a good sign.

The Man trials off in rhymes again as he was thinking to himself; “Now I could’ve sworn I’ve seen this stage before. The mannequins, the towns, the swordsman on the fountain… it’s all too familiar what we have to restore…”

Restore…? Restore what?! Fighter thought. That maestro, he’s always aloof with what he says in his actions and words. Fighter thought it was best not to ask him, not only he hates questions being repeated, but he was in his thoughts again.

Whatever was going on, they kept going until Fighter stopped and looked at the brick sidewalks, they were all this beautiful wood-orange, not those sidewalks that she’s seen from her city. Until she saw something glisten in the sidewalk.

…A drop…?

Those drops were everywhere in everyone's stages with Fighter’s adventures with the Grinning Man. Many had different varying colors, one pink, blue, gold, red … the colors were endless! The man even told her once that they represented the emotions of each person's heart. Some say they were stolen, or lost.

Her curiosity took over her as she picked up the drop. It was beautiful, it glistened rays on her face of all of the colors of the rainbow, until she caught a glimpse of…a shadow. Fighter’s eyes widened as she narrowed them down to see what she actually saw. 

A figure of a little girl just like her. She had brownish-blueish hair that was stylised with low dropping pigtails. She wore a white summer blouse and jean shorts with leggings. She was probably around her age, maybe younger than that. Fighter couldn’t recall what she was doing, but it looked like she was in her room and she was… sewing? Drawing? Whatever she was doing, a woman came into the room. Fighter assumed it was her mother, maybe it was to check on what she was working on…?

As she watched the memory go by like a movie, the mother and the girl seemed to look at her, then she started to see the shadows, the visions in her mind.

She gasped and dropped the memory drop in her hand. 

She saw a vision of a swordsman, his cavalier hat drooping down where there was a shadow on his face and you could only see his eyes on his hat band, just like The Grinning Man. Unlike the The Grinning Man however, he didn’t seem to carry that theatrical grinning smile. His hand band was also adorned with these beautiful feathers as well. He also had a suit that had two puffy shoulders and two long tail coats behind his back. He also wielded a sword that possessed a ribbon right around it. Beside him, there was that little girl that Fighter saw in the drop, except her hands had a pleading side, was she trying to tell them to save her? Save Wonderworld? Help them? What?

As the visions went away, Grinning Man caught the drop just in time before it hit the ground, as if this was expected to happen to her.

“Be very careful on dropping these, dear Emma!” Balan said with his wide grin, 

“These drops are delicate and could easily break if you are not careful enough.

One mistake, and all of the memories you seek will be rough!”

Emma tried to gain all the information she just witnessed from the visions. The girl, the swordsman that looked just like Balan, and why did the woman and girl stare back at her in the drop? What could all of this mean? Wonderworld was always a strange place, but she had so many questions that she wanted to ask Balan.

“Ah, so you saw those visions..?” asked Balan as if he could read her mind.

Emma nodded slowly, Balan kneeled at her level.

“And you saw the girl and the swordsman that looked just like me, correct?” Balan was in full detective mode, he wanted to make sure that Emma saw what she actually saw.

Emma nodded faster, determined to find answers on this mysterious duo.

This is all the Balan wanted to know;

“Now, that was none other than Detective and The Memory Thief. Nobody knows who they are and what their business is here. Nor Lance or I know, for they would always disappear.”

Emma listened, taking all of the information that she could process. 

As Emma looked at the drop to see the reflection again, it was gone! Her eyes widened with surprise as she then looked behind her to see all of the other drops that were laying as well. As soon as she tried to pick up another drop, Balan put his hand on her shoulder to stop her. 

“Little one, I believe it is best if I took care of them. Those memories are too precious to handle like a gem. One crack and it could easily damage one in an instant!”

Emma was at unease with this thought, one crack could damage that memories. It could mean that someone, or perhaps Detective, could easily forget her memories by just a crack from this gem.

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At the corner of Emma’s eye, she saw that the statue of the swordsman from the plaza was gone in a blink of an eye. Strange things had always happened in Wonderworld so she shrugged it off until she thought she saw the vision of the girl from the drop in the corner of an alleyway.

…Detective…?

The vision, or detective, looked like she was caught in the act as she ran in the other direction. Part of Emma wanted to talk to her as she ran up trying to catch her.

  “Hey! Wait!” Emma yelled, but as soon as her hand tried to touch her shoulder, Detective vanished in an instant.

On the other side of the alleyway, she saw the exact swordsman with the long tailcoats. With shock across her face, she ran to catch the swordsman, who vanished in front of her eyes as well. 

Emma once saw the Detective again as she ran straight out of the alleyway and chased her down until..

“HEY! COME BACK HERE YOU-“

Balan said with a booming voice as he was chasing the Memory Thief, the swordsman snickered when he disappeared as if taunting him.

Both of the two made a big chase all over the stage, failing to catch them at hand.

“Oof!” Both knocked each other and fell down on the ground.

“Are you alright, dear Emma?” Balan lifted up from the ground and held out his hand to help her up.

“Ugh, yeah I’m wondering the same as you…” Emma said as she rubbed her head.

“Hmm, well I believe this adds more mystery into our hands. What are they trying to hide…” Balan muttered and pondered.

As the two catch their breath, Balan hears a faint giggle of Detective and Memory Thief's shadowy figures, standing near a fountain as if watching their every move.

Whatever that thief had in mind, he was up to no good….

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[artscheese]

The Detective (Also known as Erin Foreger)

Erin will be one of the main protagonists in my au! She is a shy, but optimistic 12-year-old when life took a turn when her mother suddenly died from an illness. Her father still grieving for the love of his life and having so many problems (drinking and financial problems), decides for her to live with her aunt for a while. Erin goes into a depressive state as her living situation is getting too stressful for her, and she wishes she could forget any of this ever happened and live her normal life. That is when she entered the Balan Theater and met Vincent. People usually met Balan when their hearts are unbalanced, but it was unusual for a girl to meet Vincent in the eyes of the theater. Vincent didn't know what to do at first when he met her, this was actually his first time guiding someone around Wonderworld. As they acquainted one another, he tasks (or mainly tests her) her to retrieve the memories (the drops) back to him, just like Emma and Balan in the novel. She and him not only saved others, but she saved herself as well.

Fast forward eleven years later, when my au takes place; Balan is outside the real world looking desperate on what to do now that the negati has spread all over the real world and the Theater is now in shambles. The people in the real world don't see it, but since Balan is the maestro of Wonderworld, he does. He finally meets Erin, who can sense the aura that her heart is unbalanced once again. Her occupation is now being a Paranormal Investigator (did you notice how Detective was her codename..?), but her hobby is also that she's a fashion designer as well. Doing all those two things at once, one occupying most of her time, another that she absolutely loves doing, plus the responsibilities as an adult has made her go into a complete burnout, not wanting to do anything. Erin was also the one who stitched up back his suit and helped design his scrapped costumes (if this might ring a bell).

Both she and Balan have to do the same thing all over again just like she and Vincent did back in Wonderworld, retrieving memories of the troubled people from the mental and shambled worlds, and also restoring their hearts again and doing a musical number at the end lol. Not only Erin and Balan are saving the real world, their also saving themselves as well

And that's I have for her as of now! I do wanna tell more, but I'm afraid I might spoil it all. 🫢

[vincentask]

Welcome to the blog!!💫

This is an archive where I put my chapters, oneshots, comics, characters, and headcanons in my au! Just like last time, you are more than free to ask me questions about my au or you can ask the infamous memory thief, Vincent!

FAQ:

"So is there a story to this au? What's it about?"

Yes there is! It's about when Balan's theater unexpectedly got on fire and he escaped to the read world! Unfortunately, that meant the negati got out in the real world and was causing chaos to the real world! Our main protagonist, Erin Foreger, helps out Balan restore the hearts to the people living in her apartment while also restoring her own heart. You can find more information here!

"Wait there are two acts, how does this story work?"

There are two acts to this story. The first act takes place on Erin's time during Wonderworld when she was young, in which takes place during the novel events, this will be in fanfic mode with illustrations! The second act will be in comic form, where Erin is now an adult and Balan is temporarily living with her in her apartment. I mainly switch from Act 1 and Act 2 depending on the lore and situation.

"Can you put my ocs in your story/au?"

No, sorry. I will only be using my own characters in my au, if I did the story would get a bit more confusing. However, I am more than happy and encourage you for your ocs to interact with mine, which counts as a crossover! But the rule still applies, I will not be adding other people's oc's to the story.

"Where's Act 2? The page is empty!"

That's coming soon! For now, I am working on Act 1 as of now, and I will get on to the comics and characters soon!

"Can I draw your characters/make fanart?"

Of course! I would be so happy if you did!

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