Sander sides FNAF AU

Unraveling

"Really?" Virgil came towards him, equally in relief and disbelief, "You can?"

The intellectual kid perked up, narrowing his eyes at the handwriting. "Who wrote that? Where did you find it? Are you sure this isn't a red herring? A trap? Incorrect information?"

Thomas opened his mouth to answer, but another robot fired out his own thoughts instead.

"We can finally be at peace?" Patton said, "As in, we'll move on? For realsies?"

At those reassuring queries, Talyn sprang up and down for joy, then attacked the night guard in a hug. "Thank you! Thankyouthankyou..." They slowed down, switching to a melancholy tone. "You...I'll never forget you."

     A metal hand rested on his shoulder, and Roman's ghoulish voice from behind whispered, "How are we gonna make William pay for what he's done?"

"Woah woah guys—one at a time!" Thomas fought the shivers tingling at the back of his skull. "And personal space, please?"

     Roman shuffled back, and Talyn sat down away from him.

     The guard waited for everyone's attention as he mentally prepared his speech. He tapped the writing at the far top, angling the notebook so that it aligned with his field of view. 

"Right here it says that your heart and protective case surrounding the brain are made of copper. Your nervous systems, too." He flipped the page. "As long as all of that is intact, you live. But if we damage it enough, your essence can move on."

"Wait," Patton lifted a finger in the air, throwing in a doubt. "What about that tiny black box? Isn't that what's keeping us conscience?"

"That too! There's a page on it, let me find it...Yes, it keeps all of you partially alive—"

"Pardon?"

"It—what?" He turned to Logan. "What do you mean 'pardon'?"

"Oh, just the fact that William never shut up about the bizarre tool maintaining us 100% alive, not partially."

"That's the thing!" Thomas pointed at the animatronic. "He made you believe that. But it's not true. Right here, it says that your core systems and core chips must both be destroyed in order for you guys to be freed."

The kids exchanged bewildered looks.

"So where the hell are our core chips?" Roman piped up.

"Inside us, I guess." The marionette ventured. "In our brains? Makes sense."

     Another mascot in glasses nodded.

Virgil turned to them, lifting an unimpressed eyebrow. "And what does that have to do with a stupid toy?"

"Well, the notebook doesn't specify where they are, but the box—which is actually a Rubik cube—does have a connection with them. It's possible to destroy the chips with it, and I believe I know how."

     If Virgil could grimace, he would've done it. The purple animatronic slid a hand down his face, unenthusiastic.

"Brilliant. Please let us know of your fool-proof plan and let's watch it crumble into despair because literally everything we've done got knocked to the ground." The tattered robot paused. "What? Go on. It can't be that stupid, right?"

Unconfident twinges sparked up the human's mind. He reviewed the expressions of the rest of the mascots, expecting the same harsh cynicalness, only to be met with curious and attentive eyes. Thomas allowed himself to relax. This was just an idea, after all.