Five Nights at Freddy's: The Silver Eyes(87)

Suddenly, Freddy stumbled off balance and lurched to the side. He tried to right himself, but another jolt from behind sent him flying forward, falling face-first into the tables. Marla, Lamar, and Jason looked up to see Charlie and John, their faces flushed with effort.

“Come on,” Charlie said. “Let’s go.”



Dave shrugged out of his bonds quickly; the knots were sturdy, but the cords had too much give—a few twists and turns and he was free. He crawled to the door on hands and knees and held his ear to the crack, careful not to jostle the door and give himself away.

The loudspeaker blared, and then the sound he had been waiting for: footsteps, running away.

He waited just until the sound faded, then got purposefully to his feet.



“Where are we going?” Marla panted as they raced back toward the main dining room.

“The office,” Charlie called. “It’s got a real door; we can barricade ourselves in.” She glanced at John, who nodded shortly. What they would do once they were barricaded inside was another question, but they could worry about that once they were safe. They ran through the dining room; Charlie glanced at the stage, blurred in passing, but she saw what she knew she would see: it was empty.

They reached the narrow hall that led to the office and Charlie’s heart lifted when she saw the door, light shining from its small window like a beacon.

Wait, light?

She slowed her pace; they were ten feet from the door. She lifted a hand, signaling the others to stop, and they approached the door slowly. Steeling herself, Charlie grabbed the knob and turned. It was locked. She looked helplessly at the others.

“Someone’s in there,” Jason whispered, moving closer to Marla.

“There’s no one else here,” Marla said softly, but it sounded like a question. Charlie was about to try the door again, but stopped herself. Don’t draw their attention.

“He got loose!” Jessica said, her voice horse, and Charlie felt a chill. She’s right. She didn’t say it.

“We have to go back,” she said. Without waiting for a response, she turned, pushing between Lamar and John to take the lead. She took two steps forward, then stopped dead as she heard the others gasp.

It was Chica, her eyes like burning orange headlights.

She stood at the other end of the short hall, blocking their only way out. Her body filled the space; they could not even try to run past her. Charlie glanced behind her, even though she knew there was no other way out. Before she could react, John was running at the animatronic. He had no weapons, but he hurtled himself toward the thing and leaped up, trying to grab hold of its neck. He caught it briefly, struggling to hold on as Chica, blinded, swung her head back and forth. Chica bent forward and swung to the side, slamming John into the wall, and John let go, crumpling to the floor. The cupcake on Chica’s platter snapped its mouth as if laughing, its eyes rolling in their tiny sockets.

“John!” Charlie cried, and thrust the flashlight back for someone else to take. She felt its weight leave her hands but didn’t look back to see who took it; she was looking up. There was an electrical cord loose above their heads, just peeking out from the low ceiling. Chica was slowly advancing. Charlie jumped up, but she could not get high enough to reach it. She looked to either side. Is it narrow enough? She glanced at Chica . She was moving slowly, with measured steps; they were trapped, and she did not need to hurry. Charlie planted one foot against the wall, then stretched her leg across the narrow hallway and did the same on the other side, bracing between the walls to climb. She inched upward, her legs shaking with the effort; she stretched up, fumbling for the cord, unable to look up without losing her balance. Her fingers closed around it, and she dropped to the ground as Chica lunged forward, her arms extended and her teeth contorted to a mechanical smile.

Charlie sprang up, the ripped electrical cord brandished in front of her, and she shoved it into the space between Chica’s head and his torso. It jerked backward, sparks flying, and for a horrible moment, Charlie could not move. Her hand was throbbing with the electric current and she was caught there, unable make her hand let go of the wire. She stared down at it, willing her fingers to open. Is this how I die? Lamar grabbed her and pulled her away, and she looked up at him wide-eyed for a moment. The others were already running; Chica was deactivated, or so it appeared, slumped forward, her eyes dark. Lamar gave her arm a tug, and they took off after the others.



With a distasteful smile, Dave watched the confrontation through the window in the office door. Just a matter of time now, he thought. The girl had been clever, climbing the walls like that, but she had almost killed herself. They could not last much longer. All he had to do was wait.

Suddenly, the room was lit with an ethereal blue. He froze, then slowly turned. Bonnie. The animatronic was towering over him, close enough to touch. Dave fell back against the door and screamed.



There was a scream from the direction of the office. The group paused for a minute and looked nervously at one another.

“It doesn’t matter,” Charlie said. “Come on.”

She took a quick look back at Chica, who was still slumped forward, inert. Charlie led them into the main dining room. As they emerged, there was a sudden movement. Foxy was there.

He leapt onto a table in front of them, looking among them until his silver eyes lit on Jason. He crouched as if he were about to leap on the boy, and Charlie grabbed a napkin dispenser and threw it as hard as she could. It struck Foxy’s head, glancing off with little effect, but it was enough to get his attention. He turned to her, and pounced.