Prank Call Regular Show Novels & Stories

“Since now. Guys, the phone line is displayed on the screen, call and drop your opinion about this matter. I know everyone has an opinion about this, X has been blowing up, this girl is trending for the second time and all for the wrong reasons. That reminds me, you can drop your comments on this issues on any of our social media using the hashtag morning show with Timi&Ada. Now back to the crime supporting mother of the day” “That’s not funny. This IS not funny at all, so maybe stop with the banter.” “We will go for a quick break and when we come back, we will take your messages.” The montage played and another advert came in. I let out another smile, I knew the studio was about to get loud

"Sadly. that place you mentioned, Middletown, is it? That place does not exist." "What! Please, that's impossible. I was kidnapped!!" "I understand it's April fool's day." "I'm serious here!!" "I'm calling this off as a prank call, please don't waste my time." "Wh.... what. No, please, you have to beli-" She ended the call. Oh crap, I'm just done for. Why does today have to be April fool's day of all days?? I called the number again. "Ma'am, if you keep calling, I'll have no choice than to write you for a misdemeanor."

I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep

he says, his voice heavy and scared. “Greg, what happened?” I beg. All of a sudden, I hear the best sound, a mix of Zach and Tony’s laughter. “They banished Stephanie and begged me to make this call to prank you.” Greg is laughing. “I absolutely hate you all at this moment. But I’m glad you two worked together on a prank.” “We love you,” Tony and Zach said together. I was surprised, they never did that before. “Okay,” I say, ending the call. About two hours later Tony comes home.

"You're a victim in this too. I understand why you did what you did. If anyone's to blame, it's just our rotten luck for running into these maniacs. "Don't worry, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." Right then, my phone buzzed. It was Janet. I picked up and her voice oozed smugness. "Christina, how's the show? Pretty spectacular, huh? I've been planning this for months." I glanced over the crowd and could not help but smirk. "Yeah, it's quite the spectacle. You didn't call just to brag, did you?" She let out an icy huff.

“We’ve placed a miniature mailbox in the living room with each of your names written on them. You can slip your letter inside the box of the person you want to send it to.” Kim gasped dramatically. “This is getting spicy!” The host continue through the speaker. “Remember the purpose of this show—it’s not just fun and games. You’re here to find a potential partner, someone you could grow with, on-screen and off-screen. Think carefully. In the end, the winning couple will receive a special grand prize… and a major project offer.” Aron nearly jumped out of his seat. “Wait, major? Like real-deal major?” “Oh yes,” the host continued. “You have until 9 PM to write and post your letters. Take your

This feature applied to the rest of the house. As I reached for a new book, my phone rang again. Checking the caller ID, it was an unknown number, but given the recent prank calls, I hesitated to answer. The call persisted, however, prompting me to pick up reluctantly. “Pierce speaking?” I answered, my annoyance evident. “You can't even afford a few hundred dollar bills?” At once, I recognized the owner of the voice. The annoying voice taunted me, making me want to punch a hole in the wall.

Kelly rushes over taking the call without checking the caller ID. “Yes," she answered and waited patiently for her speaker to say something or state the reason for their call, but nothing came from the other end. “Hello.. hello” she called out yet again but the line was dead silent. Prank calls were not something she frequently got but connected with the mafia, nothing is ever a prang. “If you have nothing to say I will hang up” she threatened but no words came yet again. She was tired and did as promised. She walked back to the balcony taking the phone with her this time around. Days have passed since she was last touched.

I smiled slightly, then nodded in agreement. I went back to making the cake batter once my hands were no longer shaking. Now and then, I would glance at my cell phone on the table. Thankfully, there were no more prank calls for the rest of the day. Even after Richard came home in the evening, I breathed a sigh of relief. It really was just a prank call. Unfortunately, the calm didn't last long. The next day, right after Richard left for work, I got another call from an unfamiliar number. "I just woke up. Can't you wait a while until I'm ready?" I asked alone at my phone screen that kept showing an unfamiliar ID.

Hopefully, not a dangerous person who will threaten me, but I have nothing of value. “Hello, who am I talking to?” I asked the caller. I waited for an answer from the caller, but I heard no voice from the other side. It seems just a prankster. I shouldn’t have been on prank calls. "Did I speak to Kanya Arundhati?" Just now, I was about to turn off the call, but the other person is making a sound, and it is a woman’s voice. Huh, I sighed for a moment. “Yes, who are you? If there’s nothing important, I’ll hang up the call. I am swamped and have no time to play with pranks, who are calling using unknown numbers,” I said smoothly. Who wants to wait on bullshit?