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“But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?”
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“Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.”
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“It’s me,”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“Animatronic therapy! Recommended by six out of seven crazy people.”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“Uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death”
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“Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great! Most people don’t last this long!”
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“When it gets dark, they will awaken; the children's spirits will rise. They will kill you. I'll just walk out in the morning, stepping over your corpses, one by one.”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“Maybe we’re all shedding our fear and regret and hope everywhere we go, and we’re catching up traces of people we’ve never met. Maybe it’s everywhere.”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“Connection terminated.
I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name.
But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.
A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near.
Yet somehow out of reach.
But, you will never find them. None of you will.
This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be.
I am remaining as well. I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits.
They don't belong to you.
As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears.
Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours.
And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then.
So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms...
This ends.
For all of us.
End communication.”
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I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name.
But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.
A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near.
Yet somehow out of reach.
But, you will never find them. None of you will.
This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be.
I am remaining as well. I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits.
They don't belong to you.
As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears.
Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours.
And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then.
So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms...
This ends.
For all of us.
End communication.”
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“she cried as if she would cry forever. But forever was an illusion.”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“And then the years go by, and it’s just another thing that happened. Not like it’s not important, or terrible, but it’s in the past, just as much as everything else. You know?”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“Remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right?”
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“One more thing, don't forget the music box. I'll be honest, I never liked that puppet thing... It was always...Thinking...”
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“That’s the worst thing, isn’t it?' Charlie said. 'Things that act alive but aren’t.”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth.”
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“The whole town was like this, a mix of old and new, familiar and not. The things that had changed seemed out of place, and the things that had remained the same made Charlie feel out of place.”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“You can’t tell from looking if it’s being built up or torn down, Dunn thought. Can’t tell creation from destruction at a distance.”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“None of you will survive the night”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“And what makes you think they won't kill you?”
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“enjoying the feel of the rushing wind. It’s not wind rushing, it’s us, she thought.”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“His body had never been found. How could they not have secretly hoped he might come home, no matter how impossible they knew it was?”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“Five Nights at Freddy’s The Silver Eyes”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“There was another restaurant, rustic and small, with red checkered cloths on the tables, and a kitchen you could see into from the dining area, and they all were there together.”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“July, 1985?”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“To her he was still mythic, still larger than life, still the man who could deactivate monsters. He was also the man who made them.”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“It was a time when she did not have the words to name things she saw, and so now, when she tried to recall them, the words could never be right.”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“The door now hung open slightly, but Charlie didn’t disturb it. It hadn’t opened for her; it had only given way to time.”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“Can’t tell creation from destruction at a distance.”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes
“They had come; Freddy’s was gone, and so was the shrine she had kept in her thoughts, where she could still find Michael playing where she last saw him.”
― The Silver Eyes
― The Silver Eyes




