Frantic Fanfic Stories

New Hotline Miami Character Phone Guy Leak?

Characters: Dankle, Jacket (Hotline Miami)
Writers: Sakura, Hudson, Dankle
Rated All Ages

Dankle was laying in bed late at night. He couldn't fall asleep, he had issues. Tossing and turning, he just couldn't get peace. He slowly sat up and draped his legs off the side of his bed. Then suddenly... a phone started ringing. He got up and stretched, and meandered off to the sound of the phone. It was his old house phone, sitting on the kitchen counter. He looked at the time on the clock. 3:00 AM. Ugh. Who could be calling him this late? He reached out for the phone and heard a shallow breathing on the other end. It sounds like it was being filtered through fabric or something.

"uhm, hello? hello hello?.. is anyone there?" The receding caller doesn't respond, though Dankle can hear what seems to be a walkie talkie? a cassette player? some sort of old
fashioned sound transmitter. Dankle stayed on the phone. since he felt that it would be important, so like a
normal person, he starts walking around his apartment and sees a figure standing in his window. Or rather, it's staring through the window from a long way away. "is... is
that you? staring at me?" The figure just keeps staring and slowly nods. Dankle gets a shiver up his spine,
starting to grow paranoid of the masked character stalking him.

"well, I'm..." Suddenly a bright light comes on, blinding Dankle! He covers his eyes and drops the phone, and after a second, the light vanishes. He slowly recovers, his vision restored, and sees that the figure is walking towards him. He hesitantly puts the phone back to his ear. "Hello, is anyone there? Hello?" There is only silence on the other end.
"Hello, is anyone there? Hello?" Again, the silence is deafening.
"Hello, is anyone there? Hello?" Again, silence.
"Hello, is anyone there? Hello?" Silence again. Dankle starts to sweat. He drops the phone and begins to back away. The figure is walking closer, and Dankle is backing up. He runs into the refrigerator and hits his head on the freezer door. He falls to the ground and stares at the figure, now towering over him.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The masked figure simply stares at him, then slowly reaches out, and pulls out Dankle's heart. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls
out a stamp, and stamps it.
"The Pact is sealed." The figure then starts walking backwards, slowly fading into nothingness. Dankle falls over, dead. The Pact is sealed.