((Many infinite thanks to Forever-Furuba for this idea, and I admit I directly used some of the lines from their kind review and our subsequent PM exchanges while I was writing Fathers and Sons, because they were just too hilarious to even consider changing!))
Chapter 12: Wrong Numbers
(A deleted scene from Fathers and Sons)
All across Arcadia Oaks, the same scene played out.
It was late at night, far past the hour when most sane people when to bed. And for some they would find this sleep interrupted quite suddenly.
RING RING RING!
Cell phone, house phone, it didn't matter. Each of them would be awakened by ringing, and every time the results would be the same.
Councilwoman Nuñez, barely an hour into bed after a very long day, jerked awake with the alertness of one used to being awoken early in the morning or in the middle of the night, grabbing her cellphone by the bed while her husband blissfully slept on.
"Hello?" She heard a low, annoyed growl.
"You're not Blinky!"
Click! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
"What?"
Elsewhere in the city, Eli Pepperjack groggy opened his eyes as his cell phone began merrily chiming. After a couple of half-blind slaps he grabbed it, sliding his thumb over the answer button.
"H-hello?"
"You're not Blinky!"
Click! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
Fully awake, he pushed himself up, starting at his phone, then grabbed his glasses and quickly went to make a note of this on his supernatural wall.
"Did I just make contact?"
After a long day of dealing with customers at his shop and arranging a new line of Vespas for display, one very weary customer service rep was looking forward to a nice, long sleep.
RING RING RING RING!
Nope! Not to be, as he jerked awake and in a panic his first thoughts was that someone or something had set off the store's security alarm. He almost fell out of his bed grabbing for his pants, carelessly dropped on the floor, and fished his phone out of it.
"Hello? Hello!" The growl he heard startled him even further awake as he pushed himself up on one elbow.
"You're not Blinky either!"
CLICK! Beeeeeeeeep!
"Well – same to you, buddy!" He lay back down, only to be awoken to his phone ringing again a few moments later.
"What?"
"You're still not Blinky!"
CLICK! Beeeeeeeeep!
Several more times it was repeated, and several more people were awoken in the very early morning hours to a growling voice saying simply in some increasingly-frustrated vairation: 'You're not Blinky!"
Back in the Lake residence, Draal was on the edge of roaring in frustration at the blasted tininess of human technology in troll hands.
If he knew 'automatic redial' was a thing that existed, he would be concerned about that as well.