Prank Call Regular Show Novels & Stories

"Don't get high hopes boy, I'm better at pranking than you are. I just don't spend all my time doing it unlike you" "Look, I don't wanna sound sexist but don't you think you're_" "Don't say it" I cut him off "Don't" "There's only one way to know who pranks better" "Let the prank wars begin!"

He teased. “Marcus!” Prisca screamed, “you're just trying to redeem yourself and it's not working. I should whack you.” She retorted and ended the call. Marcus stared into the thin air as he dropped the telephone on the desk. “Whack me? Is she even okay?” He said with a peal of laughter.

I couldn't explain what I was going through. This was so shitty! Whoever planned to trick on me would get a kick from me. I swore! Taking a deep breath, I typed my reply. My mind was going mad now. Raphaela: Thought you called. Anyway, I'm busy right now. Gotta call you later if you're available. With that message I sent, I was still anxious. I wanted to cry. I thought I was being pranked. Who would call me at this hour? Few minutes passed when my phone rang. I jolted again in shock and trauma. When I saw Royal's name as the caller, somehow it was a relief for me.

I groaned as I let my annoyance out on the person on the other line. This happens to me all the time. It always ends up in a prank by my bandmates. There was one time when Josh, a childhood friend of mine, called me while he was fucking some random chick by the beach. Still, the thought that it could be something important didn’t slip my mind every time I got a call in the middle of my sleep. I never knew that it was this call - the one that drained every ounce of blood in my body. All I heard was sobbing at first, a sign that this isn’t a prank. With squinted eyes, I peered at the ID and it showed Barbara’s name, erasing my sleep away. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

with such a huge loss they have put me through, it would seem difficult that I can make a comeback from this. When the three saw a slight smirk appear on Zane's face, they grew enraged and Mr. Kiyoshi demanded, “What the hell is so funny, Mr. Grimes?” “We all are being pranked,” Zane said without hesitation, and although it seemed to throw everyone off track momentarily, they recovered quickly. “Excuse me? What do you mean?” Mr. Bradley asked, crossing his arms. "I'm sorry if that offended you,” Zane apologized, “but whoever made that call to you was not authorized by me. Did they even tell you their name?”

“Fine. You won’t give up until you’re humiliated. Uncle, Mrs. Luther, everyone, quiet down. I’ll put the call on speaker so you can all hear this loser get exposed.” “Let’s see how you talk your way out of this,” Claire’s uncle said with a cold snort, looking ready to enjoy the show. Brandon pulled out the newest iPhone, looked at me smugly, and dialed the number on speaker. The call rang for a long time. No one picked up. Brandon’s expression shifted slightly, but he quickly forced himself to recover. “My uncle is probably in a high-level meeting. I’ll call his assistant.” He dialed another number.

My phone is starting to ring. Nick calling... __________ SFTC: More Than You'll Ever Know - Nathan Sykes

( Next time won't be a prank) This better be a prank to make her angry because it was working. She brought out her phone and tried calling his number but it wasn't going because she was blocked. She was really boiling as she checked the news again. People were already bringing her name into it, saying Regina was always a step ahead of her and they even had some fake videos about her reacting to Regina dating her best friend. "Regina you're such a bitch!!" She screamed out.

He gave Sean one of the watering cans and I handed him my phone. “Is this the first call you've had from this number?” Sean asked. “Yeah but another number did call me just before I stepped out. I was going to tell Easton about it later.” “You can still tell the boss,” He handed my phone back to me. “It looks like you're right, it's probably a prank call.” I sighed. “I don't see what people gain from it.” “Humans are weird like that ma’am.” Unfortunately, he was correct.

He was watching me too closely—like he saw every flicker of doubt, every bit of confusion I was trying so hard to hide. “It was a show,” I said, my voice not quite steady. “That’s what we agreed on.” His eyes darkened. “Is it still just a show to you?” It sounded like he was trying to tease me so I didn’t answer. I was not going to let him toy with my emotions like that. This was a show and that was it it. ~~~ The next morning, my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. I squinted at the screen—and froze. “Reid Callahan and Fallon Prescott’s Passionate PDA Steals the Show at Charity Gala!”