Novel & Cerita Fnaf 1 Night 1 Phone Call Script

Nathan had just finished showering with Erika when her phone rang. I looked at the caller ID—it was Harry. Nathan was curious, so he asked, “Who’s calling at this hour?” Erika stuttered, “I-It’s my best friend. She’s calling to plan our shopping trip for tomorrow.” Nathan believed her and lovingly said, “Okay, I’ll give you some money, then.” Erika faked a laugh and stepped out onto the balcony to take the call. She answered cautiously, “Didn’t I tell you not to call me when I’m home?”

- In my second phone. - And where is your second phone? - In my room, inside my bed! - What do you mean, inside your bed? - I dug a hole in my mattress, the phone is in the hole. - Fernandez, go get me that phone. He gets up and runs out. He returns minutes later with the phone! I take it and turn it on. - What should I do now? - You need to send YES to the saved number. - And then? - Then, he will call me back in a few minutes.

He replies, his voice low and sweet. I curl up in bed, holding the phone to my ear like a woman who’s talking to her high school crush, in some ways, it’s kind of like that. “I’ll send you the link when the call’s over.” We stay talking for about an hour more. It’s Saturday tomorrow so no one’s going to work. I fall asleep in the early hours of the morning, still on the call. ~ I suddenly open my eyes in the middle of the night, a sound had startled me awake, but I don’t know what exactly made that sound.

My phone started to ring, With the name reserved for only one person flashing against the screen, 'Manipulative Asshole. Ferrara was calling.

“Sorry man, I actually wanted to spend the night with her. Maybe some other time, you can call Sam-" “ Nah, it's fine. Have fun." Nate ended the call. He dropped his phone on the counter and his mood returned to its former state. He asked for more shots and by the time he had had 6, he was dizzy. He picked up his phone, and called the one person he always wanted to see. “Hello? Nate, why're you calling me at this time?" Vine whispered through the phone. ” Vineeeeeee, the most beautiful woman I know." He slurped.

I said, my jaw clenching as i flipped my phone ovet. Fiona’s eyes widened in alarm. “What do you mean they’re not picking up? Call them again.” “I’ve called thrice already,” I snapped. “They’re not answering.” “Then text them,” she said urgently. “Do whatever it takes to get through to them.” Grabbing the phone again, I quickly typed out a message: *Call it off. Don’t touch the girl. New orders. I’ll explain later.* I hit send and waited, staring at the screen as though willing a response to appear. But minutes passed, and nothing.

Natasha's POV: Suddenly, my phone rang. I glanced at the side table, straining my neck to catch a glimpse of the Caller ID. "ALLY 1?" I muttered aloud, my voice filled with anger and irritation. Why the hell is he calling me now? I pulled open the side table drawer, grabbed my business card, and tossed it at Zhao Feng. "Thanks for your services. Send me your account details, and I'll make sure you're well compensated." "But—"

I have no reason to object so I faked a smile and placed the phone on the table and pressed the speaker. "Hello" "You finally picked the call" "Who is this?" "I am someone you need to pay off in order to save your dear girlfriend" ******

A sudden vibration of a cell phone shatters the peace. Not wanting to wake the woman sleeping soundly beside him, Marcus carefully slips out from under the warm covers. He scoops up Luna's phone from the carpet, but the second his eyes land on the glowing screen, his brows snap together. Nathan. Glancing back over his shoulder to ensure Luna is still resting peacefully, Marcus accepts the call and presses the phone to his ear. "Luna." "Nathan," Marcus interrupts. "What is your goal calling Luna in the middle of the night? Are you trying to bully her into breaking up with me?"

“I’m not scared. I’m just too busy.” “Sure, sure,” I nodded theatrically. “COUGH COUGH, pansy, COUGH.” “Listen here, you cunt-faced douchebag prick, I’m not f*****g scared. Give me the damn phone.” Farak and I smirk at each other briefly, looking back at Nate with all seriousness before he notices. He is staring down at the landline phone, scratching the back of his head while dialing the number for Alpha Max. We listen intently, our ears perking up as he answers.