A Boi and his Doorknob

Chapter 8 is a Ladle

So after all that explaining about the Prophecy of Peace and Doors, Rocketta was still confused. "So how do prophecies even work? Do the Door Gods share their knowledge with one specific person and everything's all good? Well, except for the war and stuff."

Doordina has never really thought about how Door Prophecies worked. In fact, she only just noticed how stupid prophecies could sound to non-door people. Her door parents had told her to "always believe in the Door Gods and if you ever doubt them, even during this prophecy-dry season, it'll be off with your head". Now that Doordina thought about it, only a few prophecies out of hundreds ever actually came true, and even then, it was normally about when Doorjames would eat a sandwich (lunch) or when the next school shooting would be. Not very impressive. Holy Door Gods are they even real?! Doordina thought. She started frantically thinking to herself about the probability of Door Gods being real when Rocketta slammed her face into Doordina, snapping her back to reality. "Hey door child you better not die or anything"

"Oh sorry Rocketta I wasn't dying I was just questioning my religion and how realistic it actually is"

"Oh snap"

"Ikr"

"Lol XD yeah"

"I'm dead on the inside"

"Same"

"Anyways, we should probably start planning a plan to see that boi again."

Rocketta was confused. What even happened just now? Oh well. "Well how are you going to leave this place?"

"Rocketta! You've known me for two years now! You know I can do stuff!" Doordina immediately detached herself from the door and lands flat on her face (yes doorknobs have faces. Don't think about it too much.) and renders herself unconscious, the last thing she sees being some dumb looking kid eating a lemon whilst looking kinda like an Asian...