Undertale Wrong Number Song Novels & Stories

-Yes, a real little girl who throws tantrums when she doesn't get what she wants. He says I'm irresponsible and capricious. Very well he will have looked for it. I gather my last strength and head to the dance floor. He's going to see this little bastard what I'm talking about. -Sasha don't be stubborn and come back -You are not my father D. When I get to the track “Breaking with your girlfriend” by Ariana Grande starts playing. The good joke. I turn towards the brunette, smiling and I start dancing to the rhythm of the song.

Someone called to say something was wrong, and when I tried to call you, I couldn't. Miss Laura made a face. "A call?" Lisa, we didn't call you. Also, our phones have been fine all day. Carson and Alice looked at each other worriedly. So it was a trick. But why? Carson told Alice in a low voice, "I think we should go." "We need to figure out what's going on." Alice smiled and turned to look at Miss Laura. "Today I have to take Charlie home early." "Emergency with family."

"You'd have said I was reading into it. You'd have found three alternative explanations for everything I pointed to. You needed to find it yourself. I just put the phone number where you could find it." Lena was quiet. She put both hands flat on the kitchen table. The wood was slightly cool. Outside, a car went past. Someone on the street below said something she couldn't make out. The city did its ordinary evening things. at the framed photograph on the shelf. Two twelve-year-olds at the hedge. Both of them are reading. Neither of them knowing. She thought about the wrong number that wasn't wrong. About the soft ding. About a conversation that started because someone who noticed things had

And somewhere, in the dead marsh, something else howls. Not feral. Not wolf. Something new. Something that heard the Hollow Queen rise, and answered. I pick up the phone. “Wren Duskbane,” I say. And the line goes dead.

Kathy Pov I couldn’t move. Couldn’t even blink. I was frozen in place, glued to the spot as if my body had turned to stone. I couldn’t believe it—I had been stood up on my wedding day. The humiliation was unbearable, the kind of cruelty I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. I tilted my head back, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. Around me, whispers began to ripple through the crowd, sharp and merciless, buzzing in my ears like static.

I’d put the necklace on her myself and promise to take her to the Maldives to rest before the baby came. She loved me so much. She was so obedient. She would forgive me. I dialed the number pinned to the top of my contacts. The call didn't connect. A robotic voice answered: "The number you have dialed is no longer in service." I frowned. Did I dial it wrong? I tried again. "The number you have dialed is no longer in service." Disconnected? Impossible. Elena’s world revolved around me. I gave her that phone. I set the boundaries of her life. How could she defy me?

Before long, raised voices suddenly echoed from downstairs. An elderly she-wolf's voice, sharp and shrill, cut through the air, "She's only just become Luna and she's already causing trouble! Why are you dragging piles of useless junk into the courtyard? This isn't just a waste of effort to clean up, it's pure chaos!"

Instead, he leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "A mistake implies I didn't intend for it to happen, Christopher," he said, his voice smooth. "I’m rarely unintentional." "It was an itch," he continued . "One we’ve both been remarkably loud about. We scratched it. Now, the noise is gone. I’d say that’s a successful resolution, wouldn't you?" "Don't overthink it. It was exactly what it needed to be. Nothing more, nothing less." I felt the spark of irritation flare in my chest. "An itch?" I repeated, my voice dropping into a dangerous purr as I set my mug down. "That’s funny. Because from where I was sitting—or pinned, rather—it felt a lot more like an exorcism."

I hadn't expected to hear it from her too, delivered with the same practiced gentleness, designed to make the problem sound like it lived in my head instead of in her hands. She hung up before I could say anything else, and I stood there holding a phone that had gone silent, feeling more unsettled than I had before I called her, not less. • • • I called Rhydian next, because I didn't know who else to call, and because some part of me had already started trusting that he'd pick up without making me feel foolish for needing to. He answered on the second ring. "They're saying I haven't paid rent in two months," I said, the words tumbling out faster than I meant them to. "I gave the money to Mae

I wanted to stop but I needed the dopamine. My ringing phone made me jerk back to life and we both flinched apart from each other. With an awkward cough, I strolled to where it was, cleared my throat again and put it up to my ear. "Hey, yeah, um… who is it… sorry, I meant hello?" I called into the phone, still unable to recover from the fact that I could still feel his hands on my breasts. "I'm sorry, I don't know a Cornelius, you probably have the wrong number." I shook my head at the caller, drawn back to reality by now.