Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

Jessica turned her attention back to the curtain, but John began to hum a tune to
himself. “It reminded me of something,” he mumbled.
“Okay, here I go!” Jessica announced. She did not move. Charlie found her
eyes drawn to Jessica’s hand on the curtain, her pink-manicured nails pale against the
dark, glittery fabric. It was almost like the hushed moment in a theater crowd, when the
lights go dark but the curtain has not yet risen. They were all still, all anticipating, but
they were not watching a play, no longer playing a game. All the mirth had gone out of
Jessica’s face; her cheekbones stood out stark in the shadows and her eyes looked grim,
as though the simple thing she was about to do might be of terrible consequence. As
Jessica hesitated, Charlie realized her hand hurt; she was making a fist so tight her nails
dug into her flesh, but she could not force her grip to loosen.
A crash sounded from back the way they came, a cascading, clanging noise
ringing out and filling the whole space. John and Charlie froze, meeting each other’s
eyes in sudden panic. Jessica dropped the curtain and leapt off the stage, bumping into
Charlie and knocking the light out of her hands.
“Where’s the way out?!” she exclaimed, and John came over to help. They
hurriedly searched the walls and Charlie chased the light beam spiraling across the
floor. Just as they were all back to their feet, Carlton came trotting in.
“I knocked over a bunch of pots in the kitchen!” Carlton exclaimed, an apology
amid the panic.
“I thought you were with us,” Charlie said.
“I wanted to see if there was any food left,” Carlton said, not making it clear if
he’d found anything or not.
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