Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

“So, the trapdoor there…” John pointed up at it. “The trapdoor of this hallway
is right next to Freddy’s. That will get us onto the roof of Freddy’s, which is under the
roof of the mall, in a crawlspace. And on Freddy’s roof, there’s a skylight, which we
will find, while crawling through the crawlspace.” He drew an invisible diagram in the
air with his finger as he spoke, and his tone was edged with skepticism. Charlie did not
respond. Marla’s footsteps on the ladder sounded through the hall, heavy, tinny thuds
that echoed unsteadily all around them.
“Once we find the skylight in the crawlspace,” John went on, not certain if
Charlie was even listening, “we are going to drop down through the skylight and into
Freddy’s, possibly with no way of getting back out.”
At the top of the ladder, Marla fiddled with something on the ceiling that the
others could not see, making little mutters of frustration.
“Is it locked?” Charlie called up.
“Okay, sure.” John said, aware by now that he was talking only to himself.
“This makes sense.”
“The bolt is just stuck,” Marla said. “I need—ha!” A dull snapping sound rang
out. “Got it!” She cried. She raised her hands over her head and pressed upward, and
slowly the door opened above her, until it tipped over and fell with a thud.
“So much for sneaking in,” John said drily.
“It doesn’t matter,” Charlie said. “We still have to go. Besides, do you really
think whoever is in there doesn’t know we’re coming?”
Above them, Marla was navigating her way up through the door. She braced
her arms on either side of the space, and pushed up off the ladder. It swayed
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