Behind Closed Doors - Roblox Doors Fanfiction

Chapter Two: Tentative Exploration

((Maybe I don't want to ignore this anymore.))

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After satisfying herself with the knowledge of the date on the calendar that the receptionists desk held, she was then stuck with another troubling question- just what was the real date?

She had a surprising keenness for the date and time- able to read old fashioned clocks and read calendars with ease. The actual troubling factor, in her own mind, was the fact that today was actually the 10th of August, 2022. That meant 1 of several possibilities. Possibilities that she most likely has yet to even consider.

The most simple answer being the fact that the calendar is just wrong. People don't change their calendars all the time, it was normal. The more time that passed, though, she was starting to have her doubts that it was the case. Another option would be her older brothers estranged and often-regarded nonsensical theory. One of which she only actively knew about because her older, scientifically-inclined sibling was heavy into sci-fi and fantasy things.

Perhaps it was a lapse in time, maybe it was the matrix breaking and intervening in the real world. Maybe it was her going crazy, or possibly, she was brought somewhere else. Somehow, someway, she ended up in that elevator. How she got there, and where she was before, she hasn't the slightest clue.

It was then, she had the thought of common logic. When you are young, your parents always tell you to stay put where you are at when you are lost. Did you lose your mom in the soup isle? Stay there, where you lost her at. Did your dad forget you in the toys and games? Stay where he rounded the corner and forgot you.

Either that, or seek out the help of an employee.

However, it had become very obvious that there were no employees in this room.

One mistake that the child made when she was younger, was the simple mistake that thinking that all employees in all locations looked the same. In her case, it was a local grocery store. Maroon work-shirts, black slacks, and sometimes a dark blue vest- depending on where the person worked.

When she was lost in a different store though, the employees all looked different.

The child thought about what her mother had told her, then. When you are lost in a business, look for the employees by finding people who all look like they are wearing the same, or similar clothing.

The only real problem with this method was that she was stuck here in this room, and there was no one else to be seen within the gently-lit room. Not one other living soul to be spotted, save for the small frog that rest atop her head. The first thing that the youth went to do, was sit down on the floor. After all, she had no way out of here, without touching things. Things she was taught not to lie a finger on, unless she was given permission.

The suitcase was conditional, only settled on as it was helping her get information she deemed she needed. Something that was easily put back, and cleaned off of dust and dander. Running off with keys, however, was a different story. Keys were important, they belonged to someone. They could very well be the difference between sleeping outside, and sleeping in your nice, cozy house.

Resigning to stagnancy, the child sat on the floor in the reception room, waiting for something to happen. She couldn't tell if she had just sat down for minutes, or hours. Despite the sound of constant ticking, she had come to realize the hands on the clocks never actually moved.

Not once.

The longer she spent on the ground, the longer she contemplated the logic of her option. It then struck her, that she could just walk back to elevator. Maybe leave that way, instead.

This thought was fine and dandy, until the child actually got to the travelling room-between-floors. Upon pressing the call button for the elevator- there was the sound of rumbling, and a slight shake as the room around her jolted. Perhaps a small earthquake. Those were common in some areas anyhow.

The doors to the elevator opened before the youngin' causing her to step back in moderate surprise as the only thing revealed to be behind the doors this time, was a wall. The same patterned wallpaper that occupied the better surplus of the receptionists room, no less. A small knock and some touching of the wallpaper didn't yield any notable results. It was just a wall, and nothing more.

Just as the child was about to go and sit on the floor again, patting the frog on her head to confirm the little amphibian was still there, she saw a faint glowing coming from behind the receptionists desk. Considering all of her options and the strange blue light that sparkled over a pair of keys that rested on a tack on the wall, she finally let herself cave, and walked back over to the desk area.

The light that glowed so bright was an estranged one. One that, despite being pretty and interesting- badly collided with the warmth of the room. It was unnatural. Something about it was just wrong. To what degree- the child would not know.

Interest piqued- she walked over, crawling under a bellman cart, she made her way behind the desk- looking around one last time. There was still no one to be seen. Not a hide nor hair. The strange glowing light vanished as well, only to reappear at the lock nearby.

The youth could take a hint. It was obvious what the mysterious light was gesturing of her. She sighed a little bit, checking to see if her tiny, cold-blooded friend was still with her- before making her way to the door. Nearly stumbled as she crawled under the bellman cart the second time. Briefly, she wondered why she didn't just roll it out of the way- but upon inspection, it seemed the cart was stuck anyways.

Pulling the key up, she stuck it in the lock- turning it to free the handle of the lock from the base with a hard click. The lock quickly outweighed her hand- falling to the floor with an almost annoyingly testy THUMP.

Another rush of cool air rushed past the girl's face, leaving her a little stunned in spot for a moment. Weighing her options once more, she proceeded into the next room- dully noting the (1) that rested on the small plank at the top area of the door.

The door creaked shut behind her, seeming to indirectly let her know that she wouldn't be able to go back into that room.

(To Be Continued)