Sharp touch

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Joyce is a younger-than-age looking woman who lives in Hawkins in a household of 3. Her, and her two sons, will and Jonathon. Jonathon is 20, meanwhile will is 16.

'Hello, would you like to try our-'
Slam, the door shut in her face

Shes just trying to sell some products. And there really good, why is it so hard?

Now she's at somebody else's house

"Hey, Joyce, remember last season. When I didn't buy anything? And the last when I didn't?" The woman said

Joyce nodded, confused

"I don't want to buy your stuff, Joyce." And shut the door, another door right in her face

Joyce sighed as she walked back to her car, ready to go home, when suddenly, she saw a house up on a hill. It was said to be haunted

Apparently an inventor lived there or something and made a young man called 'Michael' who was never finished

But Joyce didn't care. She hadn't sold anything, a couple doors ago she was so close to selling them. She let the almost-customer try stuff and everything, but sadly she had no money to purchase

She started driving up the hill, and arrived in no time

She knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. A couple seconds later she started getting more aggressive with the knocking

"Hello! Anybody?"

She then looked at the door knob and decided to just go in

"Hellooo!! Is anybody home!?"

She was finally on the last floor, nobody was there. She was about to go home, but then she saw something in the corner

"he-hello? I won't hurt you, I promise" Joyce said

There stood a young man. Looked around 16. Black curly hair, dark brown glimmery eyes, but..his hands?

"Oh my. What happened to you?" Joyce grabbed the boys hands, well not hands. They were scissors. Scissorhands? "What's your name?"

"m-mike.."

"Well, mike. You have a lot of scars on your face from the scissors. Wait, I have something that can prevent infection"

She pulled out a small round ball of Cotten and started dabbing it on his scars

"Where are your parents?"

Mike looked down

"You don't have any?"
"N-no. Never did. Well..kind of, I guess. B-but I don't know what happened to him"
"Oh dear.. Would you like to come home with me?"
"I-i"

Joyce grabbed Mike by the wrist, cold touch. Sharp touch. He led him to her car and sat inside it and so did the young boy.

"Strap in...oh."
Joyce strapped him in

She started driving. Mike looked around, confused. He's never been outside that building, every. He admires the light, the nature, the people. Everything