Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

clunky, unsteady walk—he looked like he might tip over at any moment. “Wakey,
wakey, sleepy head,” he whispered.
“We’ve got this, Carlton; thanks. You just relax.” She rolled her eyes toward
Jessica, then turned her attention back to Dave, slapping his face lightly, but he
remained inert.
“Hey, dirt-bag. Wake up.” She slapped him again.
“Here try this.” John reappeared with a can of water. “Water fountain,” was the
only explanation he offered. “The can didn’t hold much,” he added.
“That’s okay,” Charlie said. She took it from him and held it over Dave’s head,
letting the small streams of water dribbling from the holes in the tin fall on his face. She
aimed for his mouth, and after a few moments, he spluttered, his eyes opening.
“Oh, good, you’re awake,” Charlie said, and dumped the rest of the water on his
head.
He said nothing, but his eyes remained open in a stiff, unnatural stare.
“So, Dave,” she said. “How about you tell us what’s going on?”
His mouth opened slightly but no words came out. After a moment he became
still again, so still that Charlie reluctantly pressed her fingers to his neck to check for a
pulse.
“Is he alive?” John said, creeped out by what seemed to be an on-again offagain
animated corpse. He moved closer to the man, kneeling so their eyes were at a
level, and looked at him gravely, as if he were searching for something.
“His pulse is normal,” Charlie reported. She pulled her hand back, more
startled than if he’d been dead.
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