Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

“Yes,” she said instantly, “most of it. I can see the stage and the area around it,
and I can see the second hallway, the one parallel to yours.”
“Can you see the door at the end?”
“Yes, but Charlie, I can’t see into the supply room.”
“We’ll just have to take our chances with what’s in there,” Charlie answered.
“Marla,” she said into the receiver, “are we clear to get to the dining room?”
“Yes,” Marla said after a moment. “I think so.”
Charlie took the lead, and all four of them made their way slowly down the
hall; Jessica hung back a little with Carlton, staying so close to him he almost tripped
over her feet.
“Jessica, I’m fine,” he said.
“I know,” she said quietly, but she did not move away, and he did not protest
again.
When they reached the end of the hallway they stopped.
“Marla?” Charlie said into the radio.
“Go ahead—no, stop!” She cried, and they froze, pressing their bodies up
against the walls as if it might make them invisible. Marla whispered over the walkietalkie,
her hushed tones distorting her voice even more.
“Something—stay quiet—” She said something else, but it was unintelligible.
Charlie craned her neck to see out into the room and what might be lurking there, some
murky form, lumbering heavily in the shadows, poised to attack— There was a long
rumble outside, and the panels on the ceiling rattled as if they were about to fall.
“Marla, I don’t see anything,” Charlie said into the walkie-talkie. She looked at
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