Fnaf Phone Guy Novels & Stories

She assured “Have you been called by Moore Industries yet?” “Not y-” my answer was cut off by my phone ringing at my room “Excuse me Bels, my phone’s ringing.” I stood up and grabbed my phone on my bedside table, an unknown number is calling me. It must be a representative of Moore Industries, I must be rejected from the position. But why would they call me if I didn’t get the job? Sighing, I answered the phone as I shook the negativity and my nervousness “Hello?” “Good afternoon dear, may I speak to Safina Mandiego Brooks?” a kind but firm feminine voice spoke

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

He's only getting angrier and more ahgry seeing all the comments that are praising Gail. "That dead bitch is still causing me trouble even when she's dead! This is terrible timing. Why is all this happening right when we're about to make our comeback. Fuck!" He mutters to himself. He receives a call. "Hello?" "I'm from the Financial and Tax Services Department. My name is Frederick. I was wondering if you've got a minute?" "Uhm, yes. What's this about?"

So if it’s not that, then what the hell is up? I try ringing again while I stand, pacing in the Indian takeaway, only to, once again reach Annabell’s voicemail. “Answer your damn phone woman!” I groan under my breath, cutting off the call. Paying for the food, I head out to the car; after placing the food and beer in the back, I’m just about to start the engine when my phone rings, finally! “Nannie?” I answer without checking the caller ID. “No, sorry- my name is Officer Jacobs, I am calling to inform you that Mr Faux has been granted early release as of this afternoon. I thought you would like to know.”

Killian asked, walking back into the living room with his laptop in his hand which he had left while we went to the hotel. “I just noticed I was too hungry to sleep!”.. I picked up my phone and almost immediately my phone rang up “A strange number?” I muttered to myself, I looked up to see that Killian was at work again!!! Replying to emails… Doesn't he ever get tired!!??? I picked up the call and placed the food into the microwave. “Hello!” A male voice said across the phone. “Who is this?”I questioned without wasting time. “It's Michael…. Micheal Anwar!”.

Every day there are famous people coming to buy chestnuts, every time I pass here, I see a long line. Fiona also went to line up, intending to buy a takeaway bag for Paul Henry tasting. Queuing up for a moment, the phone rings Fiona sounded, it was a strange number, province G. The only person who can call her from G province is the Frank family, but these people except Clara Frank and Alice Frank Willing to call her, the rest of the Frank family will not contact her. And the phone numbers of the Frank sisters she had saved, it was clear that this number was not theirs.

Karl asked. “Who are you?” Not much of a surprise to Karl if he didn't remember him, besides, he was out on duty while Graeme Clough was the one who actually helped out. “Just put him on the phone.” “Alright.”—Phanuel did as he requested and put a call across to his boss. “Sir, there's someone waiting to see you.” “Who's that?” Graeme Clough asked. “I don't know.” the words seemed to drag themselves from his mouth as he raked his eyes up and down Karl. “They don't look familiar but, it seems really urgent.”

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.

"We want a meet. Five mil is our offer. One hour." Farez nodded and took the phone. He dialed as Grant directed and hit the speaker button. The line rang. And rang. A male voice answered. Farez replied. Vaughn watched Farez's face, trying to detect any malice or duplicity. He had their lives in his hands, and their team had not been kind to the man. Farez scowled and shook his head, voice growing tense. "What?" Grant whispered. The man on the phone spoke in a rush, the anger rising.

Then, he snatched Zayne’s phone over and said with a forceful tone, “Lend me your phone.” Zayne reached out to snatch it back. “Then what am I going to use?” He handed him a wad of dollars. “Go buy a new one.” Zayne felt helpless. “I have many clients on my phone. What happens if they call me?” “I’ll answer the calls for you.” “They’re going to discuss job partnerships with me. Are you going to do that for me as well?” Jay opened the contacts page, gave it a look, then gave Zayne a condescending gaze. “You must’ve contacted them for a long time, but they’re all ignoring you, right?”