“Hello? Hello?”

“Oh hey! Welcome back to-“ || Ask/Rp Blog For Phone guy from “Five Nights at Freddy’s” || Current M!A/Event: None

[five-nights-phoneline]

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PG sighs softly, somehow through his head. How this thing worked he had now clue. Wire looks up at the celling of the building. He was supposed to be dead… a long while ago. Well guess that’s NOT HOW IT WORKS IN THIS HELL HOLE! Never did. No one dies do they? He closes one of the doors quickly. Ring rubs ringself forehead. Plastic rubbing against his fingers. They felt tired.

“Another day, another dollar.”

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[nxt-here-all-nxght]

( @five-nights-phoneline )

Never in all his years would he have predicted this. Wire tilts the phone that was now ring head slightly to the side. Was that... him? It could be a huge coincidence... but they knew it felt far too surreal to be one.

"Hello?"

The obvious confusion in their tone wasn't very well portrayed on the phone for a head obviously but hopefully their voice got it across.

Cord whipped around, looking at the other. Okay he had to be seeing things what the f u c k????? "Uhhhhh- hi?? Are you some sort of..copy-paste of me?? What the hell???"

[five-nights-phoneline]

Ring chuckles softly, a little jingle sound added to the noise. Shaking their head, they only make out some amused tone, hands moving as they talk.

“No? Maybe? Not sure. Tbh I think it’s some... timeline shenanigans? I suppose. It’s complicated.”

His hands move along to empathize with every word.

[nxt-here-all-nxght]

"Huh. Well then. I guess there's just duplicates of me in other timelines. Cool. Great." Seems cord was already tired of all of this. Give this man a break.

[five-nights-phoneline]

Another chuckle.

"Yeah I suppose. Not entirely sure I'm relatively... new to this as well."

They shrug, rolling their wrist in such a way to motion wire thoughts.

[nxt-here-all-nxght]

( @five-nights-phoneline )

Never in all his years would he have predicted this. Wire tilts the phone that was now ring head slightly to the side. Was that... him? It could be a huge coincidence... but they knew it felt far too surreal to be one.

"Hello?"

The obvious confusion in their tone wasn't very well portrayed on the phone for a head obviously but hopefully their voice got it across.

Cord whipped around, looking at the other. Okay he had to be seeing things what the f u c k????? "Uhhhhh- hi?? Are you some sort of..copy-paste of me?? What the hell???"

[five-nights-phoneline]

Ring chuckles softly, a little jingle sound added to the noise. Shaking their head, they only make out some amused tone, hands moving as they talk.

“No? Maybe? Not sure. Tbh I think it’s some... timeline shenanigans? I suppose. It’s complicated.”

His hands move along to empathize with every word.

[i-should-be-dead]

( @five-nights-phoneline :] )

PG blinks. Where the heck is he. He looks tired… for a person lacking facial features. Ring simply kicks a piece of rubble away from his foot.

“Hello? Hello hello?” They cringe. Old habits die hard.

Michael was about to leave the place, but then... That voice. The words. He knew this one, but wasn't he supposed to be dead? Corpse backtracked his steps until he was next to PG, and even though he was wearing a mask, it was clear he was some flavor of confused. "I could've sworn you were dead- Uh.... Hello?" The undead doubted he'd be recognized, but still, it was nice to hear a voice from the pizzeria that had never tried to murder him.

[i-should-be-dead]

“Well then that sounds nice.” The dial on the phone turns slightly. Stopping as if it rotated in a smile. H u h. Odd.

"I guess lead the way?"

Michael looked at the dial shift. Cute. Wait... No, not the time to think about that, or ever, actually. "Mm, alright." He started to walk, slow enough for the other now to lag behind. "How's death been treating you, though?" Now there was a question you didn't hear every day.

[five-nights-phoneline]

He lets out a snort.

“Ah. It’s been wild. You’d think all the Fazebear entertainment places would shut down- turns out they’re making a n o t h e r.”

It shakes its head.

“I swear I should quit this place-“

[i-should-be-dead]

"Oh, yeah, I heard. Hard not to when you're the begrudging son of one of the owners." He hated having to admit that. William was no father of his, but... It felt disrespectful to change his last name. To run from what he did to Chris, to leave it all unfixed. "I mean, if you stay long enough, they fire you. It always happened to me, at least. Complained about the smell, like they haven't got bigger issues to deal with."

[five-nights-phoneline]

They shake their head again.

“I mean either that or you uh… die again on the job and they replace you. I’m kinda thankful I don’t sleep anymore. Not sure I could handle nightmares- haha.”

Wire sighs.

“M. Wonder if they’re ever gonna stop.”

[i-should-be-dead]

( @five-nights-phoneline :] )

PG blinks. Where the heck is he. He looks tired… for a person lacking facial features. Ring simply kicks a piece of rubble away from his foot.

“Hello? Hello hello?” They cringe. Old habits die hard.

Michael was about to leave the place, but then... That voice. The words. He knew this one, but wasn't he supposed to be dead? Corpse backtracked his steps until he was next to PG, and even though he was wearing a mask, it was clear he was some flavor of confused. "I could've sworn you were dead- Uh.... Hello?" The undead doubted he'd be recognized, but still, it was nice to hear a voice from the pizzeria that had never tried to murder him.

[i-should-be-dead]

“Well then that sounds nice.” The dial on the phone turns slightly. Stopping as if it rotated in a smile. H u h. Odd.

"I guess lead the way?"

Michael looked at the dial shift. Cute. Wait... No, not the time to think about that, or ever, actually. "Mm, alright." He started to walk, slow enough for the other now to lag behind. "How's death been treating you, though?" Now there was a question you didn't hear every day.

[five-nights-phoneline]

He lets out a snort.

“Ah. It’s been wild. You’d think all the Fazebear entertainment places would shut down- turns out they’re making a n o t h e r.”

It shakes its head.

“I swear I should quit this place-“

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[i-should-be-dead]

( @five-nights-phoneline :] )

PG blinks. Where the heck is he. He looks tired… for a person lacking facial features. Ring simply kicks a piece of rubble away from his foot.

“Hello? Hello hello?” They cringe. Old habits die hard.

Michael was about to leave the place, but then... That voice. The words. He knew this one, but wasn't he supposed to be dead? Corpse backtracked his steps until he was next to PG, and even though he was wearing a mask, it was clear he was some flavor of confused. "I could've sworn you were dead- Uh.... Hello?" The undead doubted he'd be recognized, but still, it was nice to hear a voice from the pizzeria that had never tried to murder him.

[i-should-be-dead]

"..... good question."

They honestly didn’t know either. It was something wire never tried to check.

"You know what, fair. Do you also have to deal with the bugs, or do they just leave you alone?" It was probably just a him thing.

[five-nights-phoneline]

“Aside from mosquitoes who bother everyone nnnnot really? I mean normal amount but no excessive.”

Ring shrugs.

[i-should-be-dead]

"Lucky then. Fuck, you got a cool phone head and I'm a rotting corpse, there's no fairness in the world anymore." His tone sounded light, as if he were joking. To be fair, Michael probably was.

[five-nights-phoneline]

They’re shoulders bounce softly as they laugh.

“The world can be strange and cruel.” He shakes his head. Looking around.

“…. Do you wanna get out of this area? Feels weird to stand among this stuff…”

[i-should-be-dead]

The undead chuckled along, smile forming, one that would usually be hidden behind corpse's mask. This was... This was nice. "You don't have to tell me twice." For the first time ever, he could joke about it. Sure, they both died, but... If they joked, laughed, then it was easier to handle. "Probably a good idea. Do you want to go to my house? It's... Not too far from here, and no one will question the phone."

[five-nights-phoneline]

There was a pause.

“I mean.. if you’re ok with it? I don’t want to necessarily intrude- afterall technically this is our first time meeting face to… phone-“

[i-should-be-dead]

"Oh, I don't mind at all. It's been a real long while since I've had anyone over anyways." Honestly. He was looking forward to having a guest. Sure, he liked his alone time, but that didn't mean he wanted it to last for so long.

[five-nights-phoneline]

“Well then that sounds nice.” The dial on the phone turns slightly. Stopping as if it rotated in a smile. H u h. Odd.

“I guess lead the way?”

[i-should-be-dead]

( @five-nights-phoneline :] )

PG blinks. Where the heck is he. He looks tired… for a person lacking facial features. Ring simply kicks a piece of rubble away from his foot.

“Hello? Hello hello?” They cringe. Old habits die hard.

Michael was about to leave the place, but then... That voice. The words. He knew this one, but wasn't he supposed to be dead? Corpse backtracked his steps until he was next to PG, and even though he was wearing a mask, it was clear he was some flavor of confused. "I could've sworn you were dead- Uh.... Hello?" The undead doubted he'd be recognized, but still, it was nice to hear a voice from the pizzeria that had never tried to murder him.

[i-should-be-dead]

"..... good question."

They honestly didn’t know either. It was something wire never tried to check.

"You know what, fair. Do you also have to deal with the bugs, or do they just leave you alone?" It was probably just a him thing.

[five-nights-phoneline]

“Aside from mosquitoes who bother everyone nnnnot really? I mean normal amount but no excessive.”

Ring shrugs.

[i-should-be-dead]

"Lucky then. Fuck, you got a cool phone head and I'm a rotting corpse, there's no fairness in the world anymore." His tone sounded light, as if he were joking. To be fair, Michael probably was.

[five-nights-phoneline]

They’re shoulders bounce softly as they laugh.

“The world can be strange and cruel.” He shakes his head. Looking around.

“…. Do you wanna get out of this area? Feels weird to stand among this stuff…”

[i-should-be-dead]

The undead chuckled along, smile forming, one that would usually be hidden behind corpse's mask. This was... This was nice. "You don't have to tell me twice." For the first time ever, he could joke about it. Sure, they both died, but... If they joked, laughed, then it was easier to handle. "Probably a good idea. Do you want to go to my house? It's... Not too far from here, and no one will question the phone."

[five-nights-phoneline]

There was a pause.

“I mean.. if you’re ok with it? I don’t want to necessarily intrude- afterall technically this is our first time meeting face to… phone-“

[i-should-be-dead]

( @five-nights-phoneline :] )

PG blinks. Where the heck is he. He looks tired… for a person lacking facial features. Ring simply kicks a piece of rubble away from his foot.

“Hello? Hello hello?” They cringe. Old habits die hard.

Michael was about to leave the place, but then... That voice. The words. He knew this one, but wasn't he supposed to be dead? Corpse backtracked his steps until he was next to PG, and even though he was wearing a mask, it was clear he was some flavor of confused. "I could've sworn you were dead- Uh.... Hello?" The undead doubted he'd be recognized, but still, it was nice to hear a voice from the pizzeria that had never tried to murder him.

[i-should-be-dead]

"..... good question."

They honestly didn’t know either. It was something wire never tried to check.

"You know what, fair. Do you also have to deal with the bugs, or do they just leave you alone?" It was probably just a him thing.

[five-nights-phoneline]

“Aside from mosquitoes who bother everyone nnnnot really? I mean normal amount but no excessive.”

Ring shrugs.

[i-should-be-dead]

"Lucky then. Fuck, you got a cool phone head and I'm a rotting corpse, there's no fairness in the world anymore." His tone sounded light, as if he were joking. To be fair, Michael probably was.

[five-nights-phoneline]

They’re shoulders bounce softly as they laugh.

“The world can be strange and cruel.” He shakes his head. Looking around.

“…. Do you wanna get out of this area? Feels weird to stand among this stuff…”

[i-should-be-dead]

( @five-nights-phoneline :] )

PG blinks. Where the heck is he. He looks tired… for a person lacking facial features. Ring simply kicks a piece of rubble away from his foot.

“Hello? Hello hello?” They cringe. Old habits die hard.

Michael was about to leave the place, but then... That voice. The words. He knew this one, but wasn't he supposed to be dead? Corpse backtracked his steps until he was next to PG, and even though he was wearing a mask, it was clear he was some flavor of confused. "I could've sworn you were dead- Uh.... Hello?" The undead doubted he'd be recognized, but still, it was nice to hear a voice from the pizzeria that had never tried to murder him.

[i-should-be-dead]

"..... good question."

They honestly didn’t know either. It was something wire never tried to check.

"You know what, fair. Do you also have to deal with the bugs, or do they just leave you alone?" It was probably just a him thing.

[five-nights-phoneline]

“Aside from mosquitoes who bother everyone nnnnot really? I mean normal amount but no excessive.”

Ring shrugs.

[thoughtkick]

“You survived, you will survive.”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change.”

— Simon Van Booy

[thoughtkick]

“I am thankful for the difficult people in my life. They have shown me exactly who I don’t want to be.”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“In any given moment we have two options: To step forward into growth or to step back into safety.”

— Abraham Maslow

[thoughtkick]

“Shout out to everybody who’s trying to get their life together. Working on yourself is the hardest part of life. The rest comes after.”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“Eye contact is a dangerous,dangerous thing. But lovely. Oh, so lovely.”

— Unknown

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“Are you ever so sad that you can actually feel your heart ache.”

— Unknown