Fnaf 1 Phone Guy Script Novels & Stories

He glared at her and proceeded to slap her again, but the sudden vibration of the phone in his pocket had him halt. He glanced at the pocket of his pants and pulled out his phone. He picked up the incoming call, and a deep, unrecognizable voice began to resound through the phone. “I am speaking with Ferguson Dante, right?” the unknown male voice questioned. Mr. Ferguson stayed silent for a few moments, contemplating how such an unknown person could have gotten a hold of his contact. "Who is this?" he asked, not bothering to answer his question. “Well, then, I believe I am speaking with Dante,” the voice scoffed. “I have a special deal to make with you,” he said

[ To : 09751431143 ] "Hey! Let me tell you! I didn't give my phone number to that man! So don't fool me! Are you stupid?! What do you think of me? a Fool? Why?" If I tell you where I am, what will you do? Are you a rapist or a con man?! Hey! I want to tell you that I have no money! My daddy has a business trip to another country! He's the only one who has a lot of money, not me! So if you want--If you want money, go to London first and kidnap my daddy! [Message Sent]

I wanted to go back in time and shake that day by its shoulders. At 4:10, Audit pinged: We’ve imaged Rhea’s phone. The Telegram channel name is oxygen. Pinned message from D. Soriano: “Make it look blessed. 11:41.” Cash app receipt shows $500 from Vidian_Social. We’re linking corporate owner now. Luca’s reply to the group was two words: Of course. I wrote: Sterilize. No victory laps. Jana sent a thumbs‑up and a brick.

i feel stupid making such a dum joke, guys just trying to be nice and i threaten him with marriage maybe my voice didnt portray it as a joke the way i intended. "yeh your probably right, listen dont go anywhere gimme a minute ill call you back". click the phone goes dead. i sat there staring at my phone. maybe he had a friend or a friend of a friend, im confused, i save his contact to my phone and wait. 6 minutes later his name lights up my phone. i answer "hey"

A piercing noise kept on ringing inside my ear and I wondered where it was coming from. I fluttered my eyes open that was still heavy with sleep and found my phone on the nightstand, knocking over the lamp in the process. I grabbed my phone and checked the screen to see a ‘no caller ID,’ which was weird because I don't usually give anyone my contacts, even the police. “Who's this?” “Yo Zamani. How good are you at handling business?” I groaned at the person's nonchalance and disrespect. “North, is that you?”

His fingers wrapped around each other; he reached for his phone in his pocket and dialed a type of number, and his phone beeped and rang immediately. “The favor you owe me, old man, is here at the time I need it.” “Who is speaking?” The hoarse, senile tone echoed in the silent room, with the three of them hanging to the edge. The grin on Nathan’s face spoke beyond good and drifted more into revenge. They screeched, afraid of his capability. “Let me give you a guess, young man; it is Nathan Greene, your life savior." Next Day, In AZRA. CO.’s Base

The call started ringing and I placed his phone against my ear. Someone picked up and a smooth voice came thrpugh the phone that sounded like Beta Connor, "Hello?" "Hey, Beta. It's Fay, I left my phone in the garden, so I just wanted to make sure that it was still there and the rogues didn't take it or anything like that." I said to him, nervously. "Yeah, I understand, Luna. I can bring it up to you now." He replied in a light voice as if he was smiling.

I pull out my phone and grin once I decide on the man himself- Fuckface Senior. "Thank God someone invented the internet; I'd be so lost if not for mother G****e," muttering under my breath, I tap my phone and hit search for the information I should've prepared, but no one can blame me for being a little too excited and forgetful. Shit happens; deal with it. The website is shady and poorly done, if my opinion counts, but the phone number is there, so I shouldn't complain about unimportant details. I copy the number and press call, a bit too excited to hear his voice.

Other than that, no one would know when the images were shot. I eagerly waited for a reply. A few minutes pass, and I discover the message has been delivered and opened. Instead of a reply, my phone started to vibrate. The unknown number that has my area code confirms that it's a local caller. With tense palms, I answer the phone with reluctance. "Hello?" I responded uncomfortably. "Hello. Is this…Anna?" A guy asks. "Yes. Who is this?" "Great. My name is Dane Fain. I posted a post on Seeking Arrangements and was just getting back to you.

Father was away on a business trip and he would return in a few days. I dialed Christian's number immediately. It was the only number I knew by heart even though he had never called me. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Come on, Christian. Please. Just answer," I whimpered into the receiver, tears blurring my vision. “The subscriber you are trying to reach is unavailable—” A sob ripped from my throat. I hung up and dialed again. And again. Fourteen times. Two days later, my phone buzzed. No text. No voice message. Just a notification from an offshore banking app. A wire transfer of fifty thousand dollars.