Fnaf the twisted ones read online11/8/2022 ![]() ![]() “I,” the second replied, making the same soft, constrained movement.Ĭharlie watched, her hand pressed over her mouth. Its lips moved to shape the syllable, but never parted. Their blind eyes didn’t turn to Charlie: they looked only at each other. The vague features took on a sense of purpose. They didn’t move right away, but there was a change. ![]() She flipped a small black switch and little lights blinked tiny cooling fans began to whir. They were made of a malleable plastic, and where the backs of their heads ought to be there were instead networks of casings, microchips, and wires.Ĭharlie bent down toward them, looking over every millimeter of her design, making sure everything was as she’d left it. Their features were indistinct, like old statues worn away by rain, or new clay not yet fully sculpted. Two mechanical faces were held upright on metal structures and attached to a length of board. She went to her desk and removed it, folding it carefully and placing it on her chair. On Charlie’s desk there was a pillowcase, draped over two indistinct shapes. The result was a bedroom that looked like a “before and after” picture advertising either a cleaning service or a nuclear weapon, depending on whose side you looked at first. She knew Jessica was desperate to keep Charlie’s mess off her side. Jessica suggested it jokingly, said she’d seen it in a movie, but Charlie had grinned and helped her measure the room. The clock beside the bed told Charlie that she still had a little under an hour before John arrived-time to work on her project.Ĭharlie and Jessica had divided the room with a piece of masking tape after their first week living together. She straightened decisively and snapped on the overhead light, filling the room with a harsh illumination. Charlie shut the door behind her, checking the lock twice, and leaned back against it. The lights were off Jessica was still in class. Slowly, she pulled her keys from her pocket and let herself into the room. Then Sammy was gone, and the world ended for the first time.Ĭharlie was standing outside her own dorm room, almost without knowing how she’d gotten there. Then the figure appeared in the doorway, looking down on them. She and Sammy, her other self, her twin brother, were playing their quiet games in the familiar warmth of the costume closet. And the other, older memory: the thought that made her ache in ways for which she had no words, sorrow filling her as if it had been wrought into her very bones. Kneeling in pitch-dark on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, and then-that giant, hard plastic eye glaring through the crack, the hot miasma of lifeless breath on her face. A figure looming behind the stage red matted fur barely concealing the metal bones of the murderous creature. The hook above, poised to strike-no escape. Flashes of what happened last year at Freddy’s were batting at her, snatches of memory plucking at her clothing with cold, iron fingers. She turned and walked away toward the dorm, not looking back.Ĭharlie blinked into the sunlight. Arty nodded his head again like a bobblehead doll. “I was just a kid when all that happened,” she said quietly. ![]()
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