5 Nights At Freddy's Phone Number Novels & Stories

♡Astrid♡ My phone rang the moment we got home. Freya's name flashed on the screen. I glanced at Adrian, who was already heading toward the cellar where he kept his drinks. He grabbed a bottle and took a long swig straight from it. Oh well, that was my cue to disappear. We’d done enough socializing for the day. Swiping at the green button, I brought the phone to my ear as I climbed the stairs. "Hey, Fre," I muttered. Silence.

well, I’m not quite sure what, she just said it was important. “Do you need your refreshments refilled?” A young man came around to Cassius’ side of the table with a bright cheeky smile. “Um maybe just a little more for me please.” I say as he pours some more champagne into my glass. “What do you think she needs to speak to us about?” Cassius asks when the guy walks away from the table. “That’s a good question, but I think the both of you know the answer.” A voice spoke up from behind us and our heads turned to find Queen Fara walking towards us, the click of her heels sounding loudly against the stone walk way.

Rafael The elevator chimed again as it glided to a halt, but I barely noticed it over the heat burning into the back of my skull. I shifted awkwardly beside Wendy, slipping my phone from my jacket pocket. My fingers moved fast across the screen. “Why does your guy—Freddie, or whatever—keep staring at me like I owe him money?” I hit send. Wendy’s phone buzzed right after, and she glanced down. I watched the corners of her mouth curl as her fingers danced in reply.

"Get your woman to answer the phone," ordered Jefferson grumpily. "You're looking for Freya?" Freddy looked back and did not see Freya around. "She just got a call and went out to answer it. You can tell me whatever message you want to pass on to her." Jefferson raised his voice. "Ask her to answer the phone." At the sound of Jefferson's demanding tone, Freddy did not dare to delay. With his mobile phone in hand, he went around to look for Freya. Finally, he found her in an empty private room. However, Freya was on the phone and deep into a conversation.

one of them mocked. Inner Devil 2: ‘Let me out. I need to slap that woman’s face!’ “All this drama! Just leave,” said the redhead. Losing her patience, Freya texted Kenneth: [I’m in Freedonia, at your building lobby. Your receptionists refused to inform you. I need to speak with you. It’s life or death.] She called again. And again. “I think it’s time to call security,” the redhead murmured. Then, finally, Kenneth answered. “Freya.”

Freddie didn't pick up the call. He watched how Marcos's name displayed on the screen until it stopped ringing. Then he put it face down to the table and looked at his notepad. Marcos De Luca. Calling him at ten thirty at night. He stood still. Then his phone rang. A text. "Pick up Freddie. We need to talk." He stared at it. Another one came through thirty seconds later. "Or don't. I'll come to you instead."

However, she hadn't arrived yet. Joe's phone rang. Freedy Lim's name appeared on the screen. He slid the green icon on his phone. "Hello, Mr. Lim!" Joe greeted. "I'm on my way, I'll be at your house before five!" the man on the other end replied. "Yes, Mr. Lim." "Alright, that's it!" Freedy Lim's voice sounded cheerful. "Yes, Mr. Lim." The phone call ended. Joe swiped his phone screen, searching for Clara's number.

A small smile tugged at her mouth. “Okay,” Freddy said, already bouncing to her feet. “I’m gonna go for my jog, and if you help me tackle this disaster when I get back, I’ll show you all the good places to go. You know—the ones that don’t card.” Gemma reached for her phone, then pointed toward the desk. “I’ll help if you bring back a mocha latte. There’s money right there.” Freddy plucked the ten‑dollar bill off the desk and held it up. “Awfully trusting, aren’t you? Just handing me cash.”

I shut my laptop. It’s seven, so I should be getting home. Federica—Freddie, she says—will be waiting for me to start dinner. Honest to God, I don’t know how Dante survived so long with how little staff he had. I can’t imagine going home to a house as big as either of ours and knowing it’s going to be empty. My phone vibrates. I check the message. Meet me in the city for a drink tonight or I’ll sic as many Kings as I can find in five minutes on yer ass. Thought I was getting a chattier don in you.

Chapter 35 Just as she was about to leave the room, her phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, her expression changed. She had totally forgotten to inform Issa that she had spent the night at Luca's, and she knew that her friend must be worried sick. "Hey love..." She answered the call, her voice filled with guilt. "Hey babe," Issa replied. Freya expected to be reprimanded, but Issa appeared cheerful over the phone. What was going on? Did she know where she was?