Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

the stage, where all of the animatronics were still in position, staring sightless into the
distance.
“Me either,” John whispered.
“Sorry,” Marla said. “Not to overstate the obvious, but it’s creepy in here, it
feels like it’s been midnight for hours. Does anyone know what time it is?”
Charlie checked her watch, squinting to see the little hand. “It’s almost four,”
she said.
“AM or PM?” Marla said. She didn’t sound like she was joking.
“PM.” Lamar’s voice came over the radio, hard to hear, like he was not close
enough to the receiver. “I told you, Marla, it’s daytime.”
“It doesn’t feel like daytime.” Marla sobbed, shrieking as the building shook
with a crash of thunder.
“I know,” he said softly, and the radio clicked off. Charlie looked at the
walkie-talkie for a moment, with a sense of something empty; it was like hanging up the
phone, knowing the person on the other end was still there, but feeling a loss anyway, as
if they might be gone for good.
“Charlie?” John said, and she looked at him. He cast a nod back at Carlton,
who was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed. Jessica was hovering worriedly, not
sure what to do. “We have to get him out of here,” John said.
“I know,” Charlie said. “Come on, that guard is our best chance of getting out
alive.” With one more look at the open space in front of them, she led them out into the
main room.
Crossing in front of the stage, she saw John and Jessica glancing upward, but
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