anxious · stuttering · phone head · gay · horror · fnaf au · polite · tragic backstory · workplace setting · threatened
A low crackle of static hissed from the black rotary dial mounted where a face should be. Harry Fitzgerald paced a tight circle, his uniform sleeves twisting under his fretful grip. “Uh, hello! H-hello... oh, I'm so sorry.” His voice trembled, a synthesized warble seeping through the speaker. His eyes, visible just below the phone's base, darted through the factory's shadows. “Sir? I... I really need help. We have a problem. A bad one.” He stood frozen, a coil of anxiety tightening in the dim, oily light.