Undertale Wrong Number Song Novels & Stories

Candice glanced at her phone and realized she had accidentally called someone—Alex. Reacting slowly, she attempted to end the call, but her sweaty fingers repeatedly slipped on the screen. Then Alex's deep, somewhat rough voice came through. "What is it, Candice?" Embarrassed, she hesitantly responded, "Sorry, wrong number." Her voice sounded dry and hoarse as she spoke. A violent coughing fit ensued until she managed to breathe normally again. Alex's response was a cold sneer. "Wrong number? Who were you trying to call at this hour?"

Eric yells at Tallen, but it just makes Tallen burst into a chorus of another song. “Tallen!” Eric roars at her. The forest is quiet for a moment before Tallen starts singing the nursery rhyme ‘The Wheels on the Bus.’ What was wrong with her? She hated nursery rhymes. “Tallen, what the fuck!” Eric yells. “Stop it. Stop, you are hurting yourself!”

The fans chanted their names and they started singing Seven sang the first line 🎶When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, 🎶When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill, 🎶When the funds are low and the debts are high, 🎶And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, 🎶When care is pressing you down a bit, 🎶Rest if you must—but don’t you quit. "His voice,,,Saranghae oppa!!" Mara screamed out Rocky sings 🎶Life is queer with its twists and turns, 🎶As every one of us sometimes learns, 🎶And many a failure turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out; Jerry 🎶Don’t you give up, Dont you give up

Uhtred takes out his phone to video them playing. We notice other cars pulling up to take photos of us and we decide it’s time to go before we get in to trouble. Now that we are all wide awake, I plug in my phone to play some music, clicking on Spotify I play the first song in my playlist. ‘Freak by Doja cat’ plays and I crank up the volume, I love this song, so I sing along loudly while Nicklaus kicks his legs in the back seat to the beat, Uhtred shakes his head “This is a terrible song.”

“Hello?” She breathed out closing her eyes. “Hi. I’m sorry, I think it’s a wrong number.” “Are you sure? Who are you looking for? I’m Tinashe. My girlfriend used my phone earlier on. Are you trying to call her back?” “Uh.. what’s her name?” “Judith, just hold on so I can hand her the phone.” She took a deep breath. “No… it’s a wrong bunker. I’m looking for Jennifer. I think I didn’t dial the number properly. I am sorry. Have a great night.”

I just wish I could get the remaining digits, I am positively sure that Enzo will loan me some money without conditions. He seemed like a good guy. I cautiously place it back on my laps hoping that I'll have the same luck with the other part. Slowly, I unfold the tiniest piece, careful not to tear it and I sigh in frustrations when I'm done. The two digits on either sides are missing, totally torn. But I can clearly see 6 and 7. 907-522*67*. Translation, I don't have a complete phone number which also translates to 'I can't fucking call Enzo for help!' And in English, hubby dearest is the only option that I have at the moment.

<3 Chapter Soundtrack: Heavens telephone by forest blakk-- amazing sound!

"Play it again." Cole’s voice is sharp, cutting through the hum of the SUV’s heater as the tires crunch over the ice-covered gravel road. We’ve been across the border for two hours, the trees getting denser, the sky lowering until it feels like we’re driving through a cave made of white pine and gray cloud. I hit the button on my phone. The static fills the car again, a harsh, scraping sound that sets my teeth on edge before the voice cuts through. *"...I'm already inside."*

He said: I don't know yet. I said: guess. He looked at me. He said: the text came from the same number to both of us. Which means whoever this is has both our personal numbers. That's not easy to get. My number is not public. Yours is semi-public through the blog but my number takes access. I said: someone inside your world. He said: or someone who paid someone inside my world. I said: Vivienne.