Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

one knee.
As he braced himself under the storm of paper, the room began to shake
violently. Jason gritted his teeth, trapped—and suddenly it was over. The red-soaked
papers were gone, there was nothing on his back, and Marla had him by the shoulder,
and was staring at him, wide-eyed.
“Jason, what on earth is wrong with you?”
Jason scrambled to his feet, brushing himself off as if he were covered with
invisible insects.
“The pictures were falling on me,” He said it urgently, still panicked, but as he
looked back at the wall, he realized that the room was silent and still. A single picture
had fallen from its place. Marla looked down at it, then back to her brother, and shook
her head. She leaned close, and hissed into his ear:
“You embarrass me.” She let loose her grip after a moment, her face almost
blank, and walked away. Jason stumbled as he got to his feet, but followed as quickly as
he could, keeping his eyes trained on the walls as they went.
In the control room, Dave had his hands on the buttons, his fingers wandering
lightly over them without pressing anything. The movement looked careless, instinctual,
like a habit. Charlie leaned close to John, whispering:
“He’s been here before,” she said. “Look at the way he touches the controls.”
“Maybe he’s just good with computers,” John offered, not sounding convinced.
“Can you make them dance again?” Jessica asked. Dave barely seemed to
acknowledge the question. His mouth hung slightly open, and he seemed to be staring at
something none of them could see. In the bright lights, they could all see that his uniform
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