Once,in a time unknown today there was a little girl.
She was no more than five years old.
The little girl was a very happy and curious child.
But,she had a fear of clowns.She just couldn’t trust them,with their painted faces and funny costumes.It seemed…wrong.
One day,her family had to move away.
When they reached their house,the little girl was distraught.Why did they have to move from their home? It wasn’t fair!
She ran to her new room,crying.
Then,she heard it.A soft pitter patter behind her closet.
The little girl wiped her tears and opened the door..
…She was too frightened to scream.
Standing before was…was…was….
“W-What?” She asked,backing away from her door.
“It’s okay.I won’t hurt you.” He said.
“H-H-How d-d-did y-y-o-o-u g-g-get h-h-e-r-r-e?” She stuttered,about to run for her life.
“I’m dead,little one.I’m a ghost.This was my house.” He said sadly.
“Prove it!” She shrieked,pointing a finger at him.
“Prove it?” He asked.The clown seemed to be amused.
“Yes.What if you’re some weird guy who is hiding in my room and you’re not a ghost?” She asked.
“Fair point.” He said.
The clown placed his hand on the closet door wall.It went right through the wall.
Just to be sure,the little girl tried to touch his arm,but she only got air.
“Okay,maybe you are a ghost.But why are you a scary clown?” She asked.
“Scary.That must be what you kids think of me now.” He said.
“I wasn’t always scary.I was…funny.Yeah,that’s what I was.Funny.I…was performing as a clown in my life..I had a daughter.She was like you,little one.” He said.
Now,the little girl wasn’t so scared anymore.She was interested.
“Want me to continue?” He asked.
“I had a little girl once.But…” He couldn’t seem to finish his sentence.
“But what?” The child asked.
“She..she was very sick.” The clown told her.
“Sick? I’ve gotten sick before,but my parents were always there to help me.I’m sure it was no big deal.” She said.
“No,not sick as in a small cold or a headache that only lasts a day,sick as in…deathly.The sickness was so bad,it could kill someone.” He said with sadness in his voice.
“But she lived,right?” The girl asked.
The clown said nothing.
“Right?” She asked.
“My child,I wish I could say yes.She’s in Heaven now.” He said.
The little girl almost cried from hearing that sad story,but then she asked:
“What happened to you?”
“Hm..I..died in my carnival while performing.No one seemed to care after I died.It’s fine.I live here now.” The clown finished his story.
She wished she could hug him right now.She didn’t like it when people were sad! She wanted to help…
“Don’t be sad.It’s okay.” She said.
“Thanks,kiddo.I hope you remember that when you’re sad,you can always talk to me.I’ll come right when you’re feeling down.” He said.
“Same thing goes for you.We friends have to stick together,you know.” She said.
He disappeared into thin air.
The little girl knew it in her heart,she didn’t know how,but she knew in her heart that he was in a better place now.Maybe he was with his daughter..
From that day on,she wasn’t scared of clowns anymore.Maybe,they just needed some love…
Characters I made in Gacha Club:
The photos of him (the clown) as a human and his demon form,his daughter when he was alive and the little girl in the story are in my wall.
(She is gaunt.That’s why her face is like that.She’s gaunt from her sickness.)
Angel little girl:
(She always tried to stay positive despite circumstances.)
Him (her Dad) dressed as a clown:
Him as an angel in Heaven:
(The flower wreath is a halo.He wanted the same one as his daughter.)
Now, for sad facts.
1.His daughter wouldn’t recognize him without his makeup.
2.He has a secret form.A demon form.How did he get his form? Well,you can either become a demon from anger or sadness.Even after he was reunited with his daughter,he still felt grief for her death and he got a demon form from it.He doesn’t think it’s fair that his positive and optimistic daughter had to get a terrible illness.
He hides his demon form from her because he doesn’t want to scare her,but when she isn’t around,he goes into a dark void known as his own grief,in his true form.