Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

“Like what?”
“Chipper at six in the morning,” she said, and rolled her eyes at Jason, who
copied her, happy to be included.
Marla smiled brightly. “It’s eight! Come on, there’s been talk of breakfast.”
“Has there been talk of coffee?”
She followed Marla and Jason down the stairs to the kitchen, where she found
Lamar and John already seated around a high, modern-looking wood table. Carlton’s
father was at the stove, making pancakes.
“It smells like rain,” Charlie said, and Lamar nodded.
“There’s a thunderstorm coming,” he said. “It was on the news earlier, he told
us.” He jerked a thumb at Clay.
“It’s a big one!” Clay exclaimed in response.
“We’re supposed to leave today,” Jason said.
“We’ll see,” Marla said.
“Charlie!” Clay cried, not taking his eyes off his work. “One, two, or three?”
“Two,” Charlie said. “Thanks. Is there coffee?”
“Help yourself, mugs in the cupboard,” Clay said, gesturing to a full pot on the
counter. Charlie helped herself, waving off offers of milk, cream, half-and-half, sugar,
or fake sugar.
“Thanks,” she said quietly, and settled herself beside Lamar, meeting John’s
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