Okay, so unfortunately this chapter is especially short. I apologize for that.
Chapter eight: What to do
"Great," Chica said. "So we can't count on Bill, and now Griffiths wants you"—she pointed to Douglas—"to take him right to those prototronics."
They'd set up their regular meeting 'procedure'—sitting on chairs at the same table in the dining room. Douglas was resting his face in his hands, ashamed.
"What now?" Bonnie—who sat next to Douglas—softly asked.
Douglas removed his hands from his face, letting them run through his hair before putting them down and leaning back in his seat. "Griffiths doesn't want to take them just yet. For today, he just wants me to show him where they are. We still have time. I'll contact Afton at some point in the future, and…see where he can lead us."
It sounded too hopeful—what were the chances of Afton actually knowing anything that might save the prototronics? No one said anything about it though. The room was completely silent.
"What if we tell Griffiths?" the puppet finally spoke up.
Everyone looked at her.
"If he knows we're sentient," she explained, "he'll have a reason not to scrap those prototronics, won't he?"
The other newcomer nodded. "That's actually a good point."
"I wish it were that simple," Freddy said. "Unfortunately, every single one of Douglas' predecessors so far panicked when they saw us move around on our own. I doubt this will be any different with Kyle."
"If he does panic," Spring softly said, "who knows what he'll do to us."
"It's too risky," Golden concluded.
"But what if there's no other option?" the puppet asked. "What if we have to? We can't just stand by and let those prototronics get scrapped."
"Griffiths is going to bring them here, right?" Chica eventually said. "Can we help them while they're here?"
"How?" Douglas asked. "Even if there's someone here among us who knows enough about engineering, I doubt Griffiths will give us the necessary parts to repair the prototronics."
A silence fell. Evidently, everyone was out of ideas.
Douglas sighed. "Alright, well…guess we're going to have to do some more brainstorming. There's got to be some way…"