Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

Before she stood, she noticed something shiny, half hidden under the rim of the
locked middle door. She leaned forward to pick it up: it looked like a broken-off piece
of a circuit board. She smiled slightly. Nuts, and bolts, and scraps, and parts had turned
up all over the place, once upon a time. Her father always had stray parts in his pockets.
He would carry something he was working on around, set it down, and forget where it
was, or worse, put something aside “for safekeeping,” never to be seen again. There
was also a strand of her hair clinging to it; she unwound it carefully from the tiny lip of
metal it was stuck on.
Finally, as though she had been putting it off, Charlie crossed the room and
picked up Theodore. His back had not faded in the sun like the front of his body, and
was the same rich, dark purple she remembered. She pressed the button at the base of
his neck, but he remained lifeless. His fur was threadbare, one ear hanging loose by a
single rotting thread, and through the hole she could see the green plastic of his circuit
board. Charlie held her breath, listening fearfully for something.
“I – ou – lie – ” the rabbit said with a barely audible halting noise, and Charlie
set him down, her face hot and her chest pinched tight. She had not really expected to
hear her father’s voice again. I love you too.
Charlie looked around the room again. As a child it had been her own magical
world, and she was possessive of it. Only a few chosen friends were ever even allowed
inside. She went to her bed and set Stanley moving on his track again. She left, closing
the door behind her before the little unicorn came to a halt.
She went out the back door to the driveway and stopped in front of the garage
that had become her father’s workshop. Half-buried in the gravel a few feet away was a
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