Fnaf 1 Night 1 Phone Call Script Novels & Stories

That way, there'd be no record of their conversations. Her finger hovered over the dial button for some seconds, until she eventually clicked on it. She tucked a lock of satin black hair behind her ear, and let out a ragged breath as the phone rang. The call connected on the third ring, and Rina inhaled deeply when she heard the familiar distorted voice "What?!" The voice snarled, and Rina cleared her throat to remove any nervousness in it. "I need some money." She uttered as boldly as she can, "Rather, i need you to help me with getting some shares."

The text messages from the unknown number were pinned right at the top of the display. UNKNOWN: You have 10 minutes left to send the 1 million dollars, Kai. UNKNOWN: Ignore me again and I release the videos to every news outlet in the city. UNKNOWN: Last chance, little boy. Answer your damn phone.

As I make my way to the back, I quickly grab the phone from my pocket, and call the only number on it. After a second ring, you can tell someone answers, however no one speaks. Anticipating this I begin to talk instead. "I'll do what you want. Just let hime go. I'll trade my life for his. Do I have your word?" After a moment, a barely inaudible sound can be heard. It doesn't sound human, more like a computer. "Yes." is all it says. I give my address, and wait for the inevitable.

As soon as the internet connection was established, her phone was flooded with missed calls and messages – 100 messages from 12 different chats and 32 missed calls. She stared at her phone screen for a while, torn between opening the messages or ignoring them altogether. Fahira sighed deeply as she saw that all the missed calls were from Gavin. Not a single call from Darian. "Optimus Prime, typical," she murmured, unconsciously changing Darian's contact name from "Mean Boss" to "Optimus Prime."

POV; plotting the plan He picked up his phone and dialed the number on his screen, uncaring if it was two in the morning. A breathy whisper, “hello” echoed in his ear. He shifted on his bed uncomfortably. Her voice was incredible “Lila? “Yes, who's this?” Nicholas Fernando. I need to ask you how you got the information you gave me earlier this evening. Her groan made him pull the phone away from his ear and almost rub his crotch. Her voice was the stuff straight out of p**n; soft, seductive, and sleepy.

I'd just have to make up a sob story for them and they'll be touched and saddened by the cruelty of the universe towards me, so they'll take pity on me and give me the money without doing anything to me. I could leave with my virginity still intact and the money in my account. I negotiated within myself as an accomplished smile bestowed my features. Fuck, I was just too smart. I praised myself as I grinned from ear to ear and typed the number that was displayed on the poster into my phone. Then, I placed a call to them and waited silently in the dark alley for a response. Just as I was about to hang up and place another call to them, a groggy male voice resounded into my ears.

Steffan raised his eyebrows up at her in surprise, and she proceeded to tell him all about that night. “Call her. You have a phone now.” Steffan said, and walked back to their bedroom to bring her phone. Racheal nodded as he handed the phone to her. She dialed the number and placed it on speaker. The phone rang but no one answered. “Many people do not take calls from unknown contacts.” Steffan said, after the call went unanswered still for the second time. “Send her a text.” Racheal nodded and started typing. —------------------

“You can only call one person. Two, tops. Five minutes.” He powered on the device and handed it to me. Tremors ran through my hand as I scrolled through my phone log. I resolved to dial a number. She picked up after the sixth ring. “So you've finally decided to call, huh?” “Good morning to you too, Mother.” “What's good about the morning?” she hissed. “Are you calling to send me money?” “I need your help, Mother. Please send me 3000 credits. I'd pay you in a few days.”

Her movements to grab her phone from her bag placed on the table didn't escape the other girl's notice. Fathia paid little attention to Jess and focused on her phone. She softly pressed the screen, dialing the number she hadn't forgotten to this day; her home phone number. And indeed, the voice on the other end was the decider of the step she would take once she arrived in New York City tomorrow. Naomi's voice. ***

She has a life that doesn't include mysterious billionaires with gray eyes and cardstock that costs more per sheet than her weekly grocery budget. She types the number into her phone. Doesn't save the contact. Just... types it. Lets it sit there on the screen. 555-0199. Ten digits. One call away from finding out what happens next. The cursor blinks. She locks the phone. Unlocks it. The number is still there.