Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

matted fur, the metal bones showing through, and the searing silver eyes.
The console beside her was wrenched away, tumbled to the ground like it
weighed nothing at all. The cords beneath Charlie’s hands and knees jerked forward
with it, and she slipped, grabbing at nothing, trying to regain her balance. She caught
herself and looked up, just in time to see the downward swing of a hook.
She moved faster than she could think: she hurled herself at the final console
with all her strength, and it balanced precariously, then fell, knocking Foxy to the ground
and trapping him. Charlie started to run, but his hook shot out and snared her leg, cutting
into her. She screamed, falling to the ground. She kicked at him with her other foot, but
his hook was stuck deep in her leg and every time he jerked back she felt the impact.
She kicked him in the face and he tore free, slicing open her leg. She screamed again,
instinctively grabbing the wound, and Foxy was on top of her, snapping his jaws and
clawing her as he tried to free himself from under the console. She fought back,
struggling to get away. His hook slashed at her again and again as she tried to block the
blows, screaming again for help.
Suddenly, John was there. He stood over Foxy and stomped down hard on the
creature’s neck, holding his foot there. Foxy flailed, but could not reach him.
“Charlie, get up!” He called, who just stared at him for a second, too shaken to
register the question. He stamped his foot on Foxy’s neck again and again, then in one
quick movement, he grabbed Charlie’s hand, heaved her up, and started to run, holding
onto her hand, pulling her along behind him. They made it to the main dining room,
where the rest of the group was huddled in the middle of the room. Relieved, Charlie
rushed to join them; she could tell she was limping, but she did not feel any pain, which,
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