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Alexander and Loraine’s heart-to-heart

by vampricone6783


*They are characters from my “The clown and the little girl” stories. The events mentioned in this story are from “It’s all a bit tragic isn’t it?” and “How curious..” Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!

Loraine tossed and turned in her bed, not wanting to sleep.

She wanted to talk to the ghosts…play with Mallory..

Loraine shuddered.

With warning, the clowns flashed in her mind. The real life clowns, not Alexander, the ghost clown who didn’t always stay, even when she wished that he would stay forever.

He was like a father to her…those other people..they were trying to scare her..

…But no. That was years ago.Many years ago, when she was five. She was eight now. Time to be a big girl. Time to grow up..

…She couldn’t help it. They really did scare her. They made her..

…Great. She was crying. Again.

Loraine hid her face in her pillow, to muffle her cries. The insults from the other children rattled in her ears. The words they said whenever the tears rolled down. The cruel chant that went something like:

Nobody likes a crybaby! Stop crying, crybaby! Stop crying..stop crying..stop-

“Loraine?”

Her heaving sobs stopped. Someone was stroking her hair. She knew that voice.

It was Alexander. This must have been one of the times he was solid. She remembered him telling her that he was solid once, but never again. This must be one of those times.

Oh no, it’s him. He’s gonna be so mad at me. He will think that I’m a crybaby-

“Are you alright?”

She turned to look at him.

He was sitting on the bed. She could tell by his outline in the dark.

Another thing. She didn’t like the dark, but her parents insisted that she try and sleep without a nightlight this time. She was eight, she “needed” to know what it was like to be in the dark.

“No..the kids at my school..they..they call me..”

She couldn’t continue. The word was too horrible to be said out loud.

“What? What do they call you?” He asked.

“They call me..crybaby! But they’re right! I am a crybaby! I’m-“

“Loraine-“

“I’m scared of everything! The dark, clowns-“

“I’m a clown, aren’t I? I’m not going to-“

“I know! But the clowns-“

“Loraine, lower your voice-“

She sat up now. She couldn’t stop. It all just came tumbling out of her.

“-They used to stare at me! Real people in clown costumes, everywhere-“

“Loraine-“

“And now these kids are calling me crybaby! All of them! The teachers..they don’t care! My parents..don’t-“

“Loraine, I know.” He said.

She sank into her bed, done crying. Loraine had nothing else to say. Her tears were dry on her freckled face, her dark hair matted with sweat, surrounding her pale cheeks.

“I was made fun of too. Kids used to be mean to me. My parents..they weren’t very good people. These teens...when I was your age, they tricked me.”

“How?”

“Told me to get on a stage. To sing. I loved singing. Being up there. I was so caught up in my singing that I didn’t notice the paint buckets hanging over my head.”

“What happened?”

“They spilled all over me. The buckets. The teens laughed at me. The other people-“

“There were other people?”

“Yes, there were. They laughed at me, too. Everyone except Lydia and Michael. They helped me.”

“Did you get the paint off?”

“I did, but it was hard. Some of it left patches of raw skin. Underneath my makeup, they’re there. The raw patches of skin. They’re there.”

“Did you get revenge?” Loraine asked quietly. If it were her, she would have given them all the red hot, boiling punch of revenge.

Alexander sighed.

“I did..on one person. It was after my death, actually.”

“Who?”

“Just someone who was mean to me. That’s all.”

“Did you feel good? Should I get revenge?”

“I did-“

“Then that’s what I should do! Revenge!”

“I did for a moment, Loraine. But I felt bad about it later. I still do now. She may have been mean to me-“

“The person was a girl?”

“But she was only human. She had her problems. I had mine. Listen, Loraine. The movies talk about people like us getting their revenge. People who get bullied. People who are different. What they don’t understand is that doing such a thing doesn’t help anyone. It only makes people like us feel sadder and even more angry. It hurts other people who have their own problems, too.”

“Those mean kids don’t have problems!”

“Yes, they do. That’s why they’re bad. That doesn’t mean we should be bad, too.”

“Then what do I do?”

“You could try and tell the other adults at school about the problem. They can help.”

“What if they don’t?”

“Then I’ll make them.”

“How?”

“I have my ways.”

“What if the kids call me a snitch-“

“Do you know why the word snitch exists? Because other people don’t like it when we do the right thing. No one can be a snitch. Not really. We’re just telling the truth.”

“Just be yourself. Keep your chin up. You have me and I will make sure that nothing bad will happen to you.”

“You will?”

“I promise.”

She was so glad that he cared about her. Loraine wasn’t alone. She had him and the other ghosts.

*And now, dear reader, I must ask, does Alexander seem like a hero, villain, neither, or both to you?  What if YOU were haunted by Alexander? Would you want to befriend him or avoid him?*


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Hey again vampricone! I'm working my way through all your stories in the Green Room at the moment so brace yourself for the notifications, haha.

I like the character of Alexander in this one, and the interesting themes explored. It gives a bit of a different vibes to a lot of the origin stories you've posted before and I think the interaction between Alexander and Lorraine was really effective.

At first glance, Alexander seems to really care about Lorraine. They have a history, and he doesn't want to see her hurt, that much is clear. But here's where it feels like he hasn't really grown up, and also gives a hint of something darker. He doesn't exactly talk Lorraine into revenge, because it's clearly something that's come from her but it's not as though he actively discourages her either. I found it a little odd that she jumped so quickly to revenge as I would have expected him to perhaps suggest something like that to her rather than Lorraine getting there on her own.

So I don't think he's a villain, but I don't think he's much of a hero either!

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Very nice analysis. Alexander hasn%u2019t really grown into a functioning person of society because of the stuff in his life that has affected him so much.

I don%u2019t want to call him %u201Cgood%u201D because he isn%u2019t really pure. He%u2019s somewhere in between.

Thank you for reading. :)



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Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!

First Impression: This was another pretty intriguing piece here. It was definitely a rather interesting interaction. I like how its not necessarily a simple bit of complete wholesomeness but it rather feels so much more real and as a result a little scary in the same way its comforting.

Anyway let's get right to it,

Loraine tossed and turned in her bed, not wanting to sleep.

She wanted to talk to the ghosts…play with Mallory..

Loraine shuddered.

With warning, the clowns flashed in her mind. The real life clowns, not Alexander, the ghost clown who didn’t always stay, even when she wished that he would stay forever.

He was like a father to her…those other people..they were trying to scare her..

…But no. That was years ago.Many years ago, when she was five. She was eight now. Time to be a big girl. Time to grow up..

…She couldn’t help it. They really did scare her. They made her..

…Great. She was crying. Again.


Oooh well this is a powerful little start here. Cutting right to the hurt of some pretty strong emotion here and for a change its not necessarily the horror that comes from the supernatural but a much more powerful and much more real feeling horror that we can all relate to.

Loraine hid her face in her pillow, to muffle her cries. The insults from the other children rattled in her ears. The words they said whenever the tears rolled down. The cruel chant that went something like:

Nobody likes a crybaby! Stop crying, crybaby! Stop crying..stop crying..stop-

“Loraine?”

Her heaving sobs stopped. Someone was stroking her hair. She knew that voice.

It was Alexander. This must have been one of the times he was solid. She remembered him telling her that he was solid once, but never again. This must be one of those times.


Oooh this is an oddly wholesome thing to run into in a moment like this. Its so rare to see a bit like this in one of your stories I am honestly just paranoid this moment of sympathy that one person is displaying here will end up being used against them in some horrible fashion.

She turned to look at him.

He was sitting on the bed. She could tell by his outline in the dark.

Another thing. She didn’t like the dark, but her parents insisted that she try and sleep without a nightlight this time. She was eight, she “needed” to know what it was like to be in the dark.

“No..the kids at my school..they..they call me..”

She couldn’t continue. The word was too horrible to be said out loud.

“What? What do they call you?” He asked.

“They call me..crybaby! But they’re right! I am a crybaby! I’m-“


Ooooh well this is really going well so far despite all the odds suggesting it might go the other way instead. I love that we get to see Loraine genuinely not expecting any sort of comfort but Alexander while not immediately rushing into hug her or anything is taking an interesting and trying to calm her down.

“Loraine-“

“I’m scared of everything! The dark, clowns-“

“I’m a clown, aren’t I? I’m not going to-“

“I know! But the clowns-“

“Loraine, lower your voice-“

She sat up now. She couldn’t stop. It all just came tumbling out of her.

“-They used to stare at me! Real people in clown costumes, everywhere-“

“Loraine-“

“And now these kids are calling me crybaby! All of them! The teachers..they don’t care! My parents..don’t-“

“Loraine, I know.” He said.


Hmm it seems Alexander is perhaps not the most experience when it comes to reassuring people because he does seem to have a little bit of trouble letting Loraine talk about all of her fears but I love how real it makes this feel to have Loraine just struggling and talking of all her fears and Alexander even though he looks a bit overwhelmed is just trying whatever he can to help.

She sank into her bed, done crying. Loraine had nothing else to say. Her tears were dry on her freckled face, her dark hair matted with sweat, surrounding her pale cheeks.

“I was made fun of too. Kids used to be mean to me. My parents..they weren’t very good people. These teens...when I was your age, they tricked me.”

“How?”

“Told me to get on a stage. To sing. I loved singing. Being up there. I was so caught up in my singing that I didn’t notice the paint buckets hanging over my head.”

“What happened?”


Oooh this is now sliding into the more helpful territory there for poor Loraine. It seems Alexander has found a way to connect with Loraine and help comfort her after all by using his own less than fortunate experiences to try and connect with Loraine and perhaps talk of how he managed to overcome this.

“Yes, there were. They laughed at me, too. Everyone except Lydia and Michael. They helped me.”

“Did you get the paint off?”

“I did, but it was hard. Some of it left patches of raw skin. Underneath my makeup, they’re there. The raw patches of skin. They’re there.”

“Did you get revenge?” Loraine asked quietly. If it were her, she would have given them all the red hot, boiling punch of revenge.


Well that does sound like a rather painful moment there, one that definitely seems to have scarred poor Alexander forever. I do like how this moment has managed to get Loraine to focus on something else if only for a moment so she's feeling slightly better. Asking about revenge at any rate seems to be a question on how to get better.

“Did you feel good? Should I get revenge?”

“I did-“

“Then that’s what I should do! Revenge!”

“I did for a moment, Loraine. But I felt bad about it later. I still do now. She may have been mean to me-“

“The person was a girl?”

“But she was only human. She had her problems. I had mine. Listen, Loraine. The movies talk about people like us getting their revenge. People who get bullied. People who are different. What they don’t understand is that doing such a thing doesn’t help anyone. It only makes people like us feel sadder and even more angry. It hurts other people who have their own problems, too.”


Oooh Alexander coming in with some real wisdom there. I did not see that message come across but I love that its there and that we see that despite all the promises of revenge that tend to cover this genre, in reality it never quite ends up being any good for anyone, for more than just that one moment.

“Those mean kids don’t have problems!”

“Yes, they do. That’s why they’re bad. That doesn’t mean we should be bad, too.”

“Then what do I do?”

“You could try and tell the other adults at school about the problem. They can help.”

“What if they don’t?”

“Then I’ll make them.”

“How?”

“I have my ways.”


Ooooh this is good, it seems Alexander is not just helping Loraine deal with this problem but is taking steps to ensure that things get better for her eventually and is using some means that seem like it could actually be beneficial although there is a chance Alexander does intend to use some scare tactics.

“Do you know why the word snitch exists? Because other people don’t like it when we do the right thing. No one can be a snitch. Not really. We’re just telling the truth.”

“Just be yourself. Keep your chin up. You have me and I will make sure that nothing bad will happen to you.”

“You will?”

“I promise.”

She was so glad that he cared about her. Loraine wasn’t alone. She had him and the other ghosts.


Well this is quite the place to end there. It feels a little dangerous in terms of how ALexander promises to take care of everything but at the same time there does seem to be some solid comfort there and some steps in a good direction.

*And now, dear reader, I must ask, does Alexander seem like a hero, villain, neither, or both to you? What if YOU were haunted by Alexander? Would you want to befriend him or avoid him?*


Hmmm this is quite the conundrum. Ultimately I will say a bit of both. Alexander seems to have some good intentions here but it also looks like he will resort to a little bit of terror to achieve his goals and therefore he seems like an anti-hero of sorts. I think ultimately I would probably befriend him though.

Aaaaand that's it for this one.

Overall: Overall I think its a lovely tale in the end. One that speaks of rather powerful set of things that resonate rather powerfully with us readers because there's a startlingly unorthodox reality to the whole thing.

As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.

Stay Safe
Harry





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