Phone Guy Fnaf Fanart Novels & Stories

It could be Fane calling. “Hello?” I answered. “Thorne? Hey, this is Fane.” Her voice sounded even sweeter on the phone. It had my wolf’s attention and my heart drumming an erratic beat inside my chest. “Hey, how are you? Ready to book that tattoo cover-up?” “I am. I hope you’re not busy. I looked online and saw the hours of your shop went until nine, so I figured it wasn’t too late to call and book an appointment.” “Not too late at all.” We were open, however I wasn’t there. It was my day off.

I rested deeply. "This is the young man's cell phone, please call his relatives as soon as we can get the blood drawn immediately" I couldn't do anything but take Shon's cell phone and his wallpaper exposed me, as far as I could see my face was all I could see , and he has his arm around him and he's holding a trophy and he's wearing a basketball uniform and the guy who looks like me is wearing a tux and he's happy in the photo, I don't know what to think.

I had no plan for what to do when we got there, I did not know much about this dog gang but I wanted answers and that was the plan. I heard a phone vibrate. Frank put his left into the pocket of his inner jacket and brought out a black burner phone. It belonged to the deceased hitman. "It's a text message, asking if you are dead and also asking for a picture as proof," Frank reported as he scrolled through the phone. I stifled a laugh. "They still do that?" I asked in a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "Fucking amateurs," Frank muttered. "Ask for payment first," I said as an idea formed in my head.

“He can be your moral support; just no hanky-panky, please.” “We waited for the hanky-panky to be finished before calling you,” Raiden replied. “But if you want a show... We've gotten pretty good at phone-sex.” “No!” I quickly yelled out, laughing. “No, thank you. I would have to gauge out my eyes, and I need them. You know… To see things that aren’t you two doing the nasty.”

making Nishi nod her head in response. “Oh, I do wait for a second” Nishi removes the phone out of her front pocket with was cracked from the coner along with the scratches over the screen. Unlocking her phone as she clicks over the picture albums scrolling through them one after the other as fast as she could. With the faint blush over her cheeks which were more filled with the animated pictures of boy x boys on her phone. Some were sketches some were digital art. Some were the one 18+ art on her phone shaking her head as she scrolls down more further and further.