The animatronics gathered in the central hall of their makeshift home, the atmosphere thick with tension. Freddy stood at the front, his brow furrowed in concern as he addressed the others. Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and a host of other animatronics from various pizzerias and attractions formed a rough semicircle, their mechanical eyes fixed on their leader. Even Golden Freddy, or Cassidy, lingered at the edge, her presence a constant reminder of the unresolved tension between them and William Afton.

"Alright, everyone," Freddy began, his voice steady but tinged with worry. "We need to talk about Afton."

Chica crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "Again? What did he do this time?"

Freddy sighed. "You all heard the commotion earlier. He's becoming more and more unstable. Whatever he's working on, it's driving him to the edge."

Bonnie nodded, his ears twitching nervously. "He's been at it for years now. Always locked away in that workshop, refusing help. It's only a matter of time before something goes wrong."

Foxy, leaning against a metal beam, chimed in. "Aye, and when that happens, we need to be ready. He's dangerous, and we can't afford to let our guard down."

Cassidy's voice was a whisper, but it carried a weight that silenced the room. "He's building something with the souls of the others—the Nightmares, the Twisted Ones. We don't know what it is, but it can't be good."

Freddy looked around at the gathered animatronics, their expressions a mix of fear, anger, and uncertainty. "We need a plan. We can't just sit around and wait for him to finish whatever he's working on. But we also can't provoke him. If we confront him directly, it could end badly for all of us."

Chica stepped forward, her voice firm. "Maybe we should try talking to him again. Maybe he'll listen this time."

Bonnie shook his head. "He won't. You know how he is. He thinks he can do everything on his own. He won't accept help, and he won't explain what he's doing."

Foxy's eyes glinted with a mix of suspicion and resolve. "Then we need to find out for ourselves. We need to know what he's up to. If it really is dangerous, we have to stop him."

Freddy nodded slowly. "Alright. We need volunteers to keep an eye on him, to gather information. But we have to be careful. If he catches wind of what we're doing, it could escalate."

Cassidy's gaze was unwavering. "I'll do it. I have the best chance of staying hidden. But if I find out that what he's building is a threat, we need to be ready to act."

The animatronics murmured in agreement, their collective resolve solidifying. They knew the risks, but they also knew they couldn't stand idly by. As the meeting dispersed, each animatronic returned to their designated areas, their minds heavy with the weight of their decision.

Freddy stayed behind, watching as the others left. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were on the brink of something monumental, something that could either save them or destroy them all. He glanced toward Afton's workshop, a sense of foreboding settling in his circuits.

"Stay safe, everyone," Freddy muttered to himself, before turning to attend to his own duties. The fragile peace they had maintained for two years was hanging by a thread, and the days ahead promised to be anything but easy.