Fnaf 1 Phone Guy Script Novels & Stories

Her expression looks stupid to him. Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number and connected it to his earpods. “Hey, the number I told you to track for me one day,” getting the affirmation from the person on the phone. He slowed down in his speed when he got to the highway. “I need you to track the phone, is that possible ?” he ordered, his eyes grew intent hoping it would be possible. “That's too much of a hassle,” “$10 million,” “Done, sir,” the person on the other line responded and Julian grinned. He was about to end the call when the person spoke up again.

Natasha said, "There's no need for that, I think you need to call your friend will be the best because, he might be worried about you" Anthonio said, You are right, but I need to boost my cellphone power before I can be able to call him" Natalia said, "Okay, come with me" Anthonio said, and they returned to the store keepers and explain their problems, and he allowed them to plugs the cellphone for a while and an hour later, Anthonio went to collect the cellphone, and he returned to meet Natalia, and he gave her the cellphone, and he said, "let me have your friend's phone number" Anthonio said, and Natalia scroll her phone and she showed the phone number to Anthonio, and he dialed the phone

And I must admit, he is really good looking. My phone suddenly buzzed. I checked it and to my horror Manny bid again. I froze when I saw the amount. What the fuck! 5000 dollars. I frowned. What game is he playing? If he wants to waste money, he shouldn’t do it on account of me! I was pissed. Especially because the game creators get 90 percent of the cash. And it’s Dash and Ciao. Such frauds. These celebrities. Always making money on their Fan’s. I put down the phone so the guy with me won’t feel uncomfortable.

My arms are strong, but my bad leg plays hell with my stability. Old Noreen must read my look of dismay. “You’ll be fine. It’ll save you having to make another trip in twenty minutes, and then you can bury your nose in that phone to your heart’s content. Come on, girl.” She snaps a few more times. My phone vibrates. The human—Shroomforager3000—confirms the deal is on. Three hundred dollars. My heart soars. I send him the time and place.

I grαbbed my phone off the nightstαnd. Unknown number. I αnswered, breαth still heαvy, hαnd clenched αround the phone. “Whαt?” I bαrked, more impαtient thαn αnything else. But the voice thαt cαme through wαsn’t whαt I expected. “P-p-pleαse… K-Killiαn… come to Liαnα… sh-she n-needs you… pleαse… now—”

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I lean myself backward to reach inside the pocket of my black jeans to retrieve it. My spine stiffen from the text from an unknown number. +34 85601-1337 You fucked up X. Now you’re going to pay. Blood will be shed Who the fuck is this? It’s a phone number from Spain. “Hell yeah, another one!” I hear Julian gloat but I don’t pay him any mind. The game is over and a new one has just begun. Whoever the fuck this is, is going to wish they never sent this. “Bro, what’s wrong? You all salty now?” Julian asks with whiny mockery.

And now it's just gone. But I don’t have time for that right now, so getting it back would have to wait. Without another word,. I head for an old phone booth i saw at the edge of the port. Feeding it some of the cash Harlan gave me, I dial Cassandra’s number. It rings twice before someone picks up. “Hello?” But it's not Cassandra who answers. The voice is rather male. Frowning I ask. ",Who are you?" "You called us." the voice replies but adds. “This is Cassandra’s Beta. Who is this?”

"Are you there?" "Do you have my account details?" the distorted male voice asked in a cold, nasal voice. My grip on my phone tightened. "I lost my first phone in an accident—" He cut me off, clearly uninterested in my explanation. "I'll send it again to this number. Who do you need me to eliminate? A kid? A lady? An elderly person? I need 15 million dollars, and consider the job done. There's no negotiation. I'm under several disguises as I'm being hunted." He cleared his voice, which did nothing but send chills through my blood.

Luckily the interface deletes the chats after the recipient views it so that calmed me a bit. "And the money?" "That's the easiest part. Once you get a new name, the guy will create a new account under your new name, and when you're done, at your own convenience, you can transfer your funds there through a code I developed back in Nitgen. I will write it down for you so you can do it. No one will trace it back to you or me. Not even the bank will suspect cause the figures will reflect there, but the actual money will be gone. Then you can do whatever you want with it."

Guess the times I had spent in prison was beginning to take toil on me and most of my skill were begining to flee from me. Suddenly, I noticed a man in his early fifties, making a call with his phone. Being a hood person, there was always a technique we used in obtaining people's phone and I was about to implore such beautiful technique. "Greetings to you sir" He turned around, staring at me in confusion. "I am sorry for startling you. My name is Nicholas Page, I kinda thought you would lend me your phone so I make a call. Mine is kinda faulty" He stared at me for a moment, he seemed to be trying to decipher whether or not I was lying.