Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

microchips, made her want to giggle. She noticed the flashlight still on in the center of
the room, and went to switch it off. Don’t waste the battery, she said in her head, in
chorus with Aunt Jen’s voice.
She turned her attention to the stage. It looked like they had gotten Chica and
Bonnie to go through a series of movements, but they were small and specific; they
could each swivel their entire bodies back and forth, and their hands, feet, and heads
could be moved in various directions, but it looked like each movement was separate.
Charlie went back to the control room and stuck her head in.
“Can you make them do the dance?” She asked.
“I don’t know how.” Carlton said, leaning back away from the monitors. “All
of this must have been used to program the dances. I don’t think someone was in here
manually controlling everything during the shows.” He shook his head with certainty.
“That would have been impossible.”
“Huh,” Charlie said.
“Everyone quiet,” Marla called out, and they all fell silent. For a long moment
there was no sound, then Lamar said:
“What?”
Marla frowned, tilting her head to the side, listening for something. “I thought I
heard something,” she said finally. “It was like… pings of a music box?” Her mouth
barely moved as she spoke. “It’s gone.”
“Why isn’t Freddy moving?” Charlie said.
“I don’t know,” Carlton said. “I can’t find the controls for him.”
“Hmm,” Jessica said, tapping the monitors. “These cameras don’t show the
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