Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

Something moved behind him, and Dunn whirled around, his heart racing. The
flashlight found nothing, and he swept it nervously from side to side, revealing only
empty tables. He glanced back nervously at Bonnie, but the rabbit was still frozen in his
own inscrutable reverie.
Dunn took shallow breaths, holding himself completely still, and listened, his
senses kicked into high gear with adrenaline. After a moment the noise came again, a
shuffling sound, this time coming from off to the right. He swept the light instantly
toward it: there was an open doorway, and beyond it, a hall. Crouching down, Dunn
made his way down the hall, keeping to the side as though something might come
running past. Why am I here alone? He knew the answer. His sergeant hadn’t taken the
search seriously—in truth, neither had Dunn. After all, it was just the chief’s son again,
making trouble. It’s probably just Carlton, Dunn reminded himself.
He reached the end of the hall, where a door was standing ajar.
With one hand Dunn gave the door an inward push, dropping low and to the
side as he did. The door swung in, and nothing happened. He pulled the nightstick from
his belt; its heft was unfamiliar—he had never had much need for it in Hurricane. Now,
though, he gripped its hard rubber handle like a lifeline.
The office was not quite empty: there was a small desk, and a metal chair was
folded up, and leaning against it. A large cabinet stood against one wall, its door open
just a crack. There were no exits, other than the one Dunn himself was standing in. He
swept the light up and down the length of the cabinet, and took a deep breath. He
bounced his nightstick lightly in his hand, reassuring himself of its presence, and
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