3rd POV
Of all the things you expected to be on the other side of the odd entrance, this was certainly not it.
You blinked a few times to adjust to the light.
Light, something that also caused questions. Deciding to leave the nagging urge to find answers, you looked back in front of you, where the impossibly long hallway laid in front of you. 'Is it too late to go back?'
Turning back, you walked strait into something hard, 'dah fuk?' Where was the door? 'Welp, guess I don't have a choice do I?' Turning back around you looked at the hall. 'Why are there so many doors?'
True to your thoughts looking around, the floor was checkered, and the doors were warm brown wooden doors, unlike the eerie glowing white metal door with the odd handle that was now gone from behind you. However, while the white door had an odd door handle, all of these had very normal knobs, the eleven doors here, however all had strange symbols on them.
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Adopted by the Sides (On Hold)
Fanfiction(Sanders Sides x Non-Binary Child Reader) all PLATONIC!!! scenarios. Sanderships included Mostly GAY, no like no read DISCLAIMER: SANDERS SIDES RIGHTFULLY BELONGS TO THE AMAZING THOMAS SANDERS, I ONLY OWN THE PLOT, AND YOU BELONG TO YOU.