Five Nights at Freddy's: The Silver Eyes(28)

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 whole place."

Charlie peered at them, but they were mixed up, in no logical order. She couldn’t piece together a picture of the whole restaurant.

“There’s three cameras on the stage, one on each animal, but there should be one on the whole thing,” Jessica was saying. “There’s the entrance to the kitchen, but not the kitchen itself, and you can’t see the hallway and the room with the little stage we were at last night.”

“Maybe the cameras are just in the main room?” Carlton said.

“Nope,” said Jessica. “There are cameras everywhere out there.”

“So?” Carlton said.

“So, there’s got to be another control room!” Jessica said triumphantly. “Maybe down the hall by the other stage.”

Charlie went back out into the main room again. She was feeling restless, less excited by the discoveries than the others, though she was not sure why. She watched the stage. Carlton was still playing with the buttons, Bonnie and Chica jerking in small, disjointed motions as Freddy Fazbear remained motionless, his eyes half-closed and his mouth slack, slightly open.

“Hey,” Lamar said suddenly. “Marla. The music. I hear it now.” Everyone was silent again, then Marla shook her head.

“Creepy.” She said, more excited this time and rubbing her hands together as though they were sharing campfire stories. Lamar looked thoughtfully at Freddy.

“Let’s go find the other control room,” Jessica said, emerging with a determined look on her face.

“Okay!” Marla jumped from the stage to join them, and they started scanning the rest of the stage, looking for a second door.

“I’m staying in here,” Jason called from the first room. “This is so cool!” Chica swiveled back and forth rapidly on the stage as he pushed her button repeatedly. Lamar went to join Jason.

“Ok, my turn.” He said, leaning in the door. He went in, not waiting for Jason’s response.

Charlie stayed where she was, still staring at Freddy, frozen in the middle of his act. John came up next to her, and she felt a flash of irritation: she did not want to be cajoled into joining in the search. He stood there for a moment, looking at Freddy, then leaned in close to her and whispered: “I’m counting to 100. You’d better hide.”

Surprised out of her thoughts, she looked at him for a moment, her irritation broken. He winked at her, then covered his eyes. It was absurd, it was childish, and in that moment it was the only thing she wanted to do. Slightly giddy, Charlie took off, looking for a place to hide.



Jason pushed the series of buttons again with increasing frustration.

“I’m bored now,” he announced.

“How can you be bored?” Lamar said, wide-eyed.

“They aren’t working anymore.” Jason continued to press buttons, no longer watching the monitors.

Lamar studied the monitor. Bonnie’s head was up and turned to the side, his eyes appearing to watch the camera. “Well, go find your sister then,” he told Jason.

“I don’t need her permission to be bored!” Impatiently, Jason climbed up and out of the control room.

“Everyone is so sensitive.” Lamar muttered, suddenly realizing he was alone in the control room. He climbed out, but Jason was already gone.

Jessica was leading the exploration party, heading toward the little stage they had discovered the night before. Marla looked back and saw Jason skipping to catch up just before they disappeared into the long hall.

“Hey, be careful!” She called over her shoulder, as Jason branched off in his own direction. Lamar caught up to the group, and followed them on their way and into the hall. The main dining room was empty now, though Jason could hear Charlie and John’s playful shouts echoing from the party rooms that extended off the main building. Left alone, Jason headed straight for the arcade.

It was more dimly lit than the rest of the place, and without power the arcade machines appeared as towering black monoliths in a forgotten graveyard; the air was stale and thin. Jason went to the nearest console and pressed a few buttons, some stuck with age, but nothing happened.

Plug it in, duh. He ducked behind the games to check, but even though the mounds of wires seemed impossibly tangled, it looked like they were plugged in. Maybe there’s a switch for the whole room? He started checking the walls.