Roblox Doors Novels & Stories

A heavy riveted door stood before them, stenciled Sous-sol 1 - Accès Restreint This door featured a modern keypad, but its LED screen was unlit. Sabatine reached for the handle. It was locked, but it was a mechanical bolt. He applied a small, hydraulic jack from his pack to the space between door and frame, near the lock. With a low groaning whine, the metal buckled and the bolt sheared with a loud crack that seemed catastrophically loud in the confined space. They froze, listening. No alarm. No shouts. Only the ceaseless thrum of the generators.

He wondered if Larissa had become clever and had locked the door from the inside. "Larissa, open the door." Ambrose began knocking. After applying a face mask, Larissa was ready to sleep when she heard a knock. "I won't open it. Stop dreaming!" She felt lucky that she had foreseen this and turned on the security lock. Ambrose continued knocking on the door. "Do you want me to freeze out here?" What material was this door made of? Why was it so solid? Larissa snorted coldly. "Then go ahead and freeze!"

“This is where it gets more fun!” “It does?” I questioned, giving the place another quick look. “Yes! Behind every door, lies a different universe!” She chimed, SpongeBob narrator style, with ominous hand gestures and a twisted expression that allowed laughter to bubble out of my throat. “Oh, really?” “Well, see for yourself!” She approached one of the doors and pushed open one of the doors. “Woah!” I gasped when I peeped into the room. It was zombie-themed, set up like a gaming room with an overwhelming number of cameras— as expected.

But as the survivors began to cheer, and the Iron Vault soldiers threw their caps into the air, a shadow fell over the beach. It wasn't a parachute. It wasn't a drone. It was a **Door**. A single, free-standing door of polished mahogany, sitting right in the middle of the sand. It looked exactly like the door to my father’s office in the 1998 simulation. And from the other side of the door, I heard the sound of a typewriter. *Click. Click. Ding.* "He's not gone," I breathed, standing up. "Elara, wait," Silas warned, his hand on my shoulder. "That door... it shouldn't be here. The system is dead."

He ran back toward the carpet. “Walk,” I said automatically. He slowed down again, this time lifting his chin like a tiny model asked to walk the runway at a royal funeral. I leaned against the countertop and watched his small back. Aiden sat down again among the Legos, then lifted one black brick. “This is the secret door,” he told himself. “If enemies come, they can’t get in.” I swallowed something that suddenly felt too big for my throat. “Good,” I said softly.

Same pink banner floating above white door locked, not gate. Same cursed spot across street empty since green tent closed 10:15 AM Day 3, pink 9:15 AM Day 4, white 9:20 AM Day 5, gold 9:25 AM Day 6 — today still empty, only museum wall art seven layers kept as wall art proof. Real walls pink bricks fully laid Day 1-2. White door locked Day 2. White door $200 + lock $150 done. AC $300 not rattling. Real scale size 28 done.

Ava also had an entrance to the DOD from her room but I had to disable its many reasons. I pushed my clothes apart standing face to face with the picture both I and Ava had painted there. I was met with a simple painting of a girl and her gun. Beside the painting there was an eye scan and a code press lock, putting the various pins inside the door slides open. Of course, that wasn't all the security for the Den of doom (aka DOD). There is a second door with voice recognition and hand scan which again only Ava and I have access to, my favorite quote plastered on the wall. When we created this room we were merely 14, we sure watched many movies, it took a lot of convincing too.

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

He's s her open up the side, trying to explain himself. Eva went home and cried so hard until she's asleep. So many things are running through her mind. She couldn't wrap her head around the idea that he was cheating on her. Feeling so much heartache, Eva went home and locked her door. Then she went straight to bed and cried even harder. After a while of crying, Eva loud knock outside her door. She stood up and opened only to Jack. "Eva—" but just slammed the door shut. "Eva! Open the door, please!" Jack begged. "If you will not open this, I will kick it open!" She stopped walking away from the door. Contemplating if Jack was serious. Then she decided to open it finally.

Marissa stood about 10 feet away from me as she tried to grab a couple of them. "KIDS! FOLLOW ME AND THE LUNA NOW!" I yelled picking up 2 of the smallest. Marissa pushed more kids in my direction and we rushed everyone downstairs. She entered the passcode to the big steel door. The huge silver door moved to the side with the sounds of air being passed through the room. As soon as all of us were in, Marissa put in the code on another wall pieces and the door closed quickly and locked tight. The sound of the metal groaned against each other as it locked it tight.