Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

turned stiffly to one side. He pressed it again, and the rabbit swiveled back to face the
absent audience again.
“Try another one,” Carlton said.
“Go ahead,” Lamar said, and climbed out of the little room to join Marla
onstage. He crouched down to inspect Bonnie’s feet. “They’re attached to a swiveling
panel,” he called.
“Yeah?” Jessica called back, not really listening.
Carlton started pressing buttons, as the rest of them watched the cameras. After
a moment, Charlie left the room as well. “It’s too stuffy in here,” she said. Jessica’s
perfume and Carlton’s hair gel, both of which smelled nice enough out in the open, were
starting to form a sickly miasma. She stepped out into the open to watch them
experiment with the animals onstage. Most of the dining room was still dark. There
were three colored spotlights suspended from the ceiling, aiming beams of purple,
yellow, and green at the stage. The animals were cast now in unnatural colors, and dust
in the beams of light shone like tiny stars, so many that it was difficult to see through
them. The floor beneath the long table was dusted with glitter that had fallen from the
party hats, and as she looked around she noticed again the drawings that lined the walls
of the place, all at the height of children’s eyes.
They had always been there, and Charlie wondered now where her father had
gotten the first ones, when the restaurant opened. Had he used her own childish
scribblings, or had he made them himself and stuck them up, forgeries to encourage
actual children to display their art? The thought of her father hunched over his
workbench, gripping an unsteady crayon with hands accustomed to manipulating
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