Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

Dave shrugged out of his bonds quickly; the knots were sturdy, but the cords
had too much give—a few twists and turns and he was free. He crawled to the door on
hands and knees and held his ear to the crack, careful not to jostle the door and give
himself away. He could hear them, muffled, but he could scarcely make out the words.
“We’re… not safe… leave?”
He nodded to himself, thinking it as if he could project his will onto the girl.
Leave. Yes, leave.
The loudspeaker blared, and then the sound he had been waiting for: footsteps,
running away.
He waited just until the sound faded, then got purposefully to his feet.
“Where are we going?” Marla panted as they raced back toward the main
dining room.
“The office,” Charlie called. “It’s got a real door; we can barricade ourselves
in.” She glanced at John, who nodded shortly. What they would do once they were
barricaded inside was another question, but they could worry about that once they were
safe. They ran through the main room; Charlie glanced at the stage, blurred in passing,
but she saw what she knew she would see: it was empty.
They reached the narrow hall that led to the office and Charlie’s heart lifted
when she saw the door, light shining from its small window like a beacon.
Wait, light?
She slowed her pace; they were ten feet from the door. She lifted a hand,
signaling the others to stop, and they approached the door slowly. Steeling herself,
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