If you listen real close you can hear millions of pens hitting paper and pointy things hitting tablets as, as if by your word, a million creepy pieces of fanart spring into existence.
Is it just me, or is there an attempt to force the doors shut going on there, Joyce? With plot elements you don’t know about yet. But we do! 😀 Because this is after artstyle changes!
But those doors do tend to be smooth. She would have to punch her fingers through to create handholds, or crumple the doors enough that they couldn’t slide in.
When I went to school, I was able to keep the doors shut just by applying enough pressure at the edge with my foot. It was fun to mess with people sometimes.
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You’ve blurred the line between adorable and creepy another couple of degrees! Well done!
Blurred it? The only blurring involved is between creepy and pathetic.
But just look at how earnest she is! You can’t say she doesn’t make you almost want to help her out before you come to your senses…
Um, Danny, do you really want to help her stalk you?
Personally I think Danny finds it hillariously adorable.
DON’T HELP HER DANNY!
It’s a miracle Joyce never ended up wearing Danny’s skin as a suit…
If you listen real close you can hear millions of pens hitting paper and pointy things hitting tablets as, as if by your word, a million creepy pieces of fanart spring into existence.
Man, I had that exact same thought yesterday. Crazy minds think alike, I suppose.
A suit of Danny skin doesn’t make a great hubby, tho…
Yeah.
She would have ended up wearing Sal’s skin. So that she could pretend to be Sal.
SPOILERS: this is an actual roomies story
Is it just me, or is there an attempt to force the doors shut going on there, Joyce? With plot elements you don’t know about yet. But we do! 😀 Because this is after artstyle changes!
Funny, you’d think she’d actually succeed…
But those doors do tend to be smooth. She would have to punch her fingers through to create handholds, or crumple the doors enough that they couldn’t slide in.
And then she’d have to pay for new elevator doors.
I know, that’s why I’m not sure. Maybe the amount of crazy she has blocks some of the power?
I suspect that because she’s not aware of the power she doesn’t think to squeeze the doors any harder than a normal person might.
When I went to school, I was able to keep the doors shut just by applying enough pressure at the edge with my foot. It was fun to mess with people sometimes.
I like that she personifies the elevator door. She tended to call a lot of inanimate objects “Mister [X]” now that I think about it actually.
All creepy. No blurring.
Danny needs to do something. I know how these kinds of stories end, and they rarely end well for the stalkee.
Joyce’s head is at perfect kicking height.
Go on, Danny.
Do it. You know you want to.
So, it turns out there’s a second deep end off the deep end, and Joyce has just gone off it.
It’s deep ends all the way down.
It really never ends. Well, not until It’s Walky, at least.
We have to go deeper!
Deepception.