Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

not really, maybe he would do something like that.” They all shifted uncomfortably. It
was true; they had been behaving as if their time apart were just a little break, as if they
could just fill each other in on what they had been up to, and then it would be just like it
was. As if their group had never split up. But ten years was too long for it to be true,
and deep down, everyone knew it. Charlie darted her eyes at John. She felt a little
embarrassed, but she could not have expressed why.
Clay came back in, carrying a tray of steaming mugs, and a bag of little
marshmallows.
“Here you are!” He said jovially, “hot chocolate for everyone, even me.” He
set the tray down on the coffee table and took a seat in a battered green armchair that
seemed to fit him like a coat, as accustomed to his body as he was to its form. They
reached forward and took the cups; only Jason reached for the marshmallows. Clay
looked around from face to face.
“Look,” he said. “I know you don’t believe me, but Carlton does things like
this—although I have to admit, this is probably the weirdest. It’s not right, making you
relive all that stuff from when you were kids.” He stared into his mug for a long
moment. “I need to have another talk with him,” he said quietly. “Believe me, my son
has a strange sense of humor,” he went on. “You know for high school, we sent him to a
place in the next town over; no one knew him. He managed to convince his classmates
and his teachers that he had a twin brother, at the school, for the first few weeks of
class. I don’t know how on earth he managed it, but I didn’t find out until he got tired of
the act and I started getting calls from school that one of my sons had gone missing.”
Charlie smiled weakly, but she was not convinced. This was different.
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