MEMORIES ✧˖° PETER PARKER

FIFTEEN ✮ SCOOBY-DOO!

[SANCTUM SANCTORUM]

- Y/N-

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I AM AT DOCTOR STRANGE'S RESIDENCE. THE SANCTUM SANCTORUM.

Both Ned and I were informed to go to the Sanctum Sanctorum, which is also the private residence of Doctor Stephen Strange. Apparently, these 'bad' guys from other universes and we have to help stop them from doing any further damage. I wasn't sure how they managed to come here, but I will try my hardest to help Peter as he did us a favor by trying to get a second chance for us at MIT.

As the doors of the were opened, welcoming us. I felt as if we were transported into another world. It was rather chilly and cool, with some parts covered in snow.

"I can't believe I'm in the Sanctum Sanctorum!" Ned gushed as the two of us stared in awe.

"Neither can I," Doctor Strange replied, not sounding very happy.

He led us towards the great stairway that was situated in the center of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

"So, how did you know you were magic? Because my nanna says that we have it in our family." Ned started, "And sometimes I get these tinglings in my hand–"

"You should talk to your physician." Doctor Strange interrupted as I saw Peter coming out from one of the many doors there is.

"Peter!" I ran towards him and he embraced me.

"I am so sorry for dragging you into this. You just gotta help me find these guys--"

I shook my head, "You don't have to apologize okay? You got us a second shot at MIT."

"So, how did the bad guys get here?" Ned asked.

"Yeah, how did they?" I added.

"He screwed up a spell, trying to get you into college." Doctor Strange stated, who was now at the top of the staircase and was looking down at us.

"Wait what?" I said, "I thought it was through the magic laser thing–"

"You did it by magic?" Ned frowned, confused.

"Uh-" Peter spoke, with uncertainty, "No, that was after. Let's just focus on the good news, okay–"

"No, let's just focus on the bad news." Doctor Strange cut in, "As of now, you have detected zero multiversal trespassers, so... get on your phones, scour the internet, and Scooby-Doo this crap!"

He had enough.

I chuckled at his response.

"So you're telling us what to do, even though it was your spell that got screwed up." I started, "Meaning that all of this is kind of your mess."

"Okay?"

"I know a couple of magic words myself starting with the word please," I smirked at him before he replied.

"Please, Scooby-Doo this crap." He sighed, "You can work in the undercroft."

"The undercroft?" Ned gushed.

The undercroft was quite different from what we expected, it wasn't like a big secret lair that you see in movies but it was honestly quite mysterious and cool. I looked around at the gadgets and tools that Doctor Strange had lying on the tables and the shelves. There was some interesting stuff that you would see in a museum rather than here.