Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Basically my experience in Social Interactions

It was Peter's first time out of the room since coming here, and a part of him thought he should probably ask someone first. He didn't know who to ask or how, So he just moseyed along around the halls.

It was a nice change of scenery if Peter was being honest. There was nothing wrong with Flash's room, but sitting there for so long was as boring as watching paint dry, which Peter might as well have been doing, just with dry and beige paints instead.

Along his walk, Peter discovered a few things. One, this house would be incredibly boring for a child to live in. Everything was fairly close to the same color, and he was yet to find a room with anything interesting other than a piano (which he may have played one (1) song on; the Star Wars/Luke skywalker theme song). Other than that, it was basically just barren rooms that maybe a cool dance teacher would like.

Two, everything looked more expensive than Peter's laptop, which was at least a hundred bucks. Even the light switches had some sort of fancy engraving on them, all looking hand-made and identical (spooky and unnatural) .

Three, the current champion of holding his attention, there was a very suspicious door he'd just found through flicking some things poking out of the wall. Don't ask why, Peter was bored, but at least something happened, right?

Of course, every door here looked like one of those doors you'd open in a murder mystery show and find the body of the comedic character that was once in your friend group dead with the weapon missing, but this was more of a.. what's the word.. rich.. serial-killery laced.. passcode-guarded door that Peter genuinely could not think of a single reason why someone would have rather than reasons most definitely being illegal.

So obviously, he did the only reasonable thing in that situation, and he did a full 180 to book it down the hall and find a new door that most called the "front door", Or what Peter preferred to consider it in this situation, "the exit from this bullshit that Peter will not be dealing with today".

Of course, no literal running, his limp reminded him of the hunchback of Norte Dame, which while he made his turtle-like escape, his brain managed to formulate some nice little facts to keep himself busy, such as the fact that Victor Hugo (the author of The hunchback of Notre Dame) was primarily the reason that Notre Dame stands today. Why? He may be asking himself? Because of a fan fiction that got popular with the title previously thought about in his mental rant at least twice.

Peter imagined how good the books would actually have to be to stop a cathedral from burning down. Although, he wasn't about to go read to find out, because those book are very long and the movie was really well made, but it'd be nice for someone to explain it to him.

Why his brain worked like this? Peter could never figure out. It isn't the author forgetting what they're writing about and accidentally stopping the story over and over again whenever their head continues the string of nonsense, but to anyone who would be reading his mind right now, that might be what it seems. The author, although clearly imaginary in this situation, apologizes profusely for the terrible writing, as they have yet again forgotten that they have to write the plot in order for it to continue, rather than write a paragraph about stuff nobody cares about.

Oh yeah, and also Peter heard the rich serial-killy laced password-protected door open.

The door opening was probably very relevant to what Peter should very much be focusing on right now, seeing as getting roped into whatever madness the coded psycho door could hold was absolutely not on his to-do list currently, but he had slid into a new room and got distracted by the 100% haunted portrait of some old guy on the wall in front of him.

Why did fancy houses always have those?? Peter genuinely thought it was a concept created by fiction, but the truth was clear. He was almost more afraid of the grim grandpa painting rather than the footsteps he was hearing down the hall.