❰𝟰.𝟭.𝟭❱ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ➣ {𝕡•𝕡} ❘ [ 𝖓𝖜𝖍 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ]

🕷❘ Ⲧⲱⲉⲛⲧⲩ-Ⲉⲓⳋⲏⲧ ❘ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖴𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗍

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"I can't believe I'm in the Sanctum Sanctorum," Ned gasped in delight as he took in the interior of the structure.

"Neither can I," Stephen deadpanned audibly.

"So, how did you know you're made of magic?" he asked curiously, "Because my nanna says that we have it in our family, and sometimes I get these tinglings in my hand—"

Stephen was walking up the stairs. He stopped halfway to turn and responded, "You should talk to your physician,"

"Y/N!" MJ beamed at you when you walked towards her and Ned with Peter.

"Hey!" you greeted and both of you met in the middle and hugged each other.

"I'm so sorry for dragging you in this," Peter spoke, looking from MJ to Ned, "You just gotta help us find these guys—"

"You don't have to apologize," MJ shook it off, "You got us a second shot at MIT, it's fine,"

"So," Ned dragged, "How did the bad guys get here?"

"He screwed up a spell trying to get you into college," Your father spoke from the top of the stairs.

"Wait, what?" MJ blinked.

"You did it with magic?" Ned frowned.

"I thought it was the MIT lady you saved,"

"No, that was after," Peter waved a hand, "Let's just focus on the good news, okay?"

"No, let's just focus on the bad news," Stephen stated as he looked down at the four of you, "As of now, you have detected zero multiversal trespassers, so—" he paused, frustration getting the best of him, "Get on your phones, scour the internet, and—Scooby-Doo this shit!"

"Dad," you let out a sigh, "Technically speaking, this was your spell that got screwed up. Meaning that all of this is also kind of your mess,"

Stephen raised his eyebrows, opening his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it, "And you can't really ground me 'cause you need my help to fix this mess," you remarked importantly.

"You know," MJ spoke up, glancing between you two, "I know a couple of magic words myself, starting with the word 'please',"

You crossed your arms defiantly, displeased with your father's behaviour towards your friends. Peter, MJ, and Ned turned to your father meekly, waiting for his response.

"Please," Stephen forced a kind expression, sighing, "Scooby-Doo this shit. You can work in the undercroft,"

"The undercroft?" Ned muttered under his breath in awe.

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When the four of you arrived at the basement, Ned tugged a wire to switch on the lights, "Badass,"