Phone Guy Fnaf Fanart の小説・ストーリー

"A star with a number one in it." "Well that's random." I chuckled. "Done miss, how about you sir?" "Please draw it on my upper right arms, a big star with a number 1 in it.” "Star and number 1, random guy." I chuckled. He looked at his phone and suddenly he took a photo of my back. He gave his phone to me so I can see the results. There is a big rain drop and a little rain drop. It's cute. I smiled. I gave Joey back his phone.

The note ended with a picture of the smiling face of a little fox, with her name Xiaoxian written below. "What a gnawing little fox." Qin Haodong shook his head when his cell phone rang in his pocket. He took a glance and it was Fatty Wang who called.

Goddess, I never thought that I’d see him again since my bully of a mate stole him away from me. Honestly, I wouldn’t have been surprised if Alpha Dane had ripped him apart and threw him away. None of that mattered because I had a part of Piper as long as I had him. It was something that Alpha Dane didn’t realize or didn’t care about – this was the only connection to Piper that I had anymore. There was a gift bag on the bed as well. Inside of it was a cellphone and a note. ‘This phone is programmed with numbers you might need. Speed dial 1 will take you directly to Piper. A phone has also been provided for her so that you can keep in touch with each other. Feel better, Dane.’

And my eyes met it. What? Grey left his things here while running for his dear life. His bag, his book, and his damn phone? I chuckled a low sound. This was hella funny. Who leaves their phone while running from nothing? I walked over to the seat, picked up the phone. I turned to look at the screen and I saw something that made me freeze. My eyes blinked rapidly as I stared at the image on the phone. Elder Sthor? In the background pic of this phone was a picture of Elder Sthor and Grey.

Even though he had supernatural abilities, he felt tired. “Fortunately, we have these sealing techniques or the world would've been destroyed by now!” Fennel felt depressed as he chatted with the others. For some reason, he felt that the world was about to be destroyed. At this time, his phone rang. Fennel was startled. No one had called him for a long time. Who would contact him now? He picked up his phone in puzzlement and saw that the caller was Philip. “He’s back?” Fennel quickly answered the phone expectantly.

As soon as I’m close enough, I grab the ginger guy by the elbow. “I need to use your phone,” I say, steering him away from Colin. Looking over my shoulder, I verify that he’s not paying me any attention. “Who are you?” the man asks, annoyed. “Your worst nightmare if you don’t let me call my friend.” I snatch the phone out of his hand. There’s a photograph of one of Colin’s pantings on the screen. “Hey,” I frown at him, “can’t you read?” I point to the sign on the wall right next to his face.

"I have seen her somewhere but I can't place it exactly." "Find out who she is and send me the pictures. Name your price." "Hm... I'll be fine with twenty thousand for the pictures and five thousand more for finding out who she is." "Deal. You'll get paid as soon as all is done." She says with a tone of finality and hands the phone back to Tina. "You can call me when you're ready to have it all sent. Goodnight." Tina hangs up and the man chuckles. He taps an audio button on his phone and that soft voice comes wafting out of it.

Who could be that person? That guy can't be Falcon, either... Shit, looks like I won't be having a good night's sleep. Gheuver will definitely throw a tantrum tomorrow if he were to see another set of dark circles under my eyes. Gone the arched eyebrows but with a frown, I opened another message. However, the presented number isn't registered on my contacts. Without any hesitation, I opened it. ²96910265372189171

"Now, listen to me you fat wanker. This is just a dream, so my friend hasn't really cut off your tiny little dick. Thing is, when you wake up, it'll be just like he has. You won't be able to get it up, and I doubt you'll have much interest in sex anyway." Michael leaned over, holding the severed prick in another towel. "I can put this back on, but I don't really think I want to. I might be persuaded to do so if..." "What? Mickey cried, spitting out the towel. The tears were making his ugly face even puffier. It wasn't a pretty sight. "I'll come and glue this back on, if you go to the police and confess to all the rapes you've committed. Oh, and before you're put away for a good long time, I

As I dressed and started cleaning up our mess, I noticed he had plugged his phone in. He hadn’t charged it this whole time. I wonder why he bothered with it now. I only noticed it because it started to buzz. I frowned as I looked at the display. A picture of a pretty young Egyptian girl popped up with the caller ID of ‘Dania’ with a heart emoji.