Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

eye and a hook for a hand, usually swinging in to deliver a pizza to hungry children.
“This is the room where you were the one hiding under tables.” Jessica said to
Charlie, trying to laugh.
“But you’re a big girl now, right?” Jessica climbed up on the stage unsteadily,
almost losing her footing. John reached out a hand to steady her as she righted herself.
She giggled nervously, looking down at the others as though for guidance, than grabbed
hold of the tasseled edge of the fabric. She waved her other hand in front of her face as
dust fell from the cloth.
“Maybe this isn’t a good idea?” She laughed, but there was an edge to her
voice, like she really meant it, and she looked down at the stage for a moment, as though
poised to climb back down. Still, she didn’t move, taking the edge of the curtain again.
“Wait,” John said. “Can you hear that?” They were all dead quiet, and in the
silence Charlie could hear them all breathing. John’s breaths were deliberate and calm,
Jessica’s quick and nervous. As she thought about it her own breathing began to feel
odd, like she had forgotten how to do it. She didn’t hear anything.
“I don’t hear anything,” she said.
“Me neither,” Jessica echoed. “What is it?”
“Music, it’s coming from-” he gestured back the way they had come.
“From the stage?” Charlie cocked her head to the side. “I don’t hear it.”
“It’s like a music box,” he said. Charlie and Jessica listened carefully but their
blank expressions didn’t change. “It stopped, I guess.” John returned his gaze forward.
“Maybe it was an ice cream truck.” Jessica whispered.
“Hey, that wouldn’t be so bad right now.” John appreciated the levity.
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