Puzzled and Trapped [A FNaF Fanfiction]

Hello, Shovel.

"I'm telling you, Payphone NEEDS to be a thing! Not just for the fandom, but, like, in the game!" Anabell giggles, and I sigh.
"It's cute, but it doesn't need to be built into the game. On the other hand, Mike SHOULD be the victim of the 'Bite of '87'. It would tie things together, and would make it- like- I don't know.. It would make sense!" I struggle to come up with the words, but I think she gets the point.
"True, but- but- but- that makes Foxy the bad guy! He's not the bad guy!" she pouts, and I rest my hand on her shoulder.
"Don't you worry, it's not his fault. It's the spirit's. But it's mostly Vincent's for murdering them in the first place, so yeah," I say, and she smiles.
"Good point, but Foxy's still blamed! I mean, no matter what, he's blamed for it, but it's like Foxy's.. A part of me.. You know?" she wonders, and I roll my eyes.
"Sure. Let's just get home before-" I'm interrupted by a sharp pain on my face. A shovel is moved from my face, and I fall to the ground as Anabell screams. I can hear her get whacked aswell. My vision becomes spotted, and I can feel a bruise forming on my forehead. This can't be happening. My body's thrown into what seems to be the back of a van, and the last thing I see is the two glowing red eyes of my attacker..