Puzzled and Trapped [A FNaF Fanfiction]

Okay, Let a Fangirl Breath!

I wake up to a dark room, with the pain in my head gone, as if it never happened. I rub my face to feel for bruises, but I seem to have healed completely. I stand up, and I realize I feel.. Different.. My hair rubs against my back the same way it always does, as far as I know I still have my female parts and my organs in general, but something feels.. Off..
I shrug it off and roll up my sleeves, as it's extremely hot in here for some reason, and I make an attempt to move around. Although, when doing so, I trip over something, and land on top of it. Wait- it grunted.. Someone?
"Ah! Sorry! It's a bit difficult to see in here.." I mutter awkwardly, and I get off of their body. 'It' sits up, rubbing the side of their head, and reaches into their pocket and pulls out what seems to be.. A.. Flip.. Phone..?
"It's okay, I- uh.. Can be a bit clumsy aswell.." the male voice chuckles awkwardly, and as he opens the phone, his face is lit up. I freeze exactly where I sit. I know that face. That shaggy light brown hair, covering his eyes. I feel sick to my stomach. I might throw up. I can't move. I just stare at him as his face changes to a confused expression as he blushes.
"What..? Is there something on my face..?" he asks, and I shake my head.
"I-I'm FRIEND and I would l-love to be y-your ALEX," I stutter, and he raises an eyebrow. I cover my face with my hands, peeking through my fingers.
"Um.. Okay... But why are you treating me as if I'm.. Like a celebrity or something..?" he asks, curious, and I run my fingers through my long dark hair.
"You have no idea.. Do you..?" I say, and I whip my phone out of my back pocket, and show him a picture of some of Rebornica's many famous drawings, and some of even my own creation.
I suddenly realize how much of a creep I must seem to him right now, and I rush to clarify.
"I'm not creepy, I swear! Uh.. I just- you're a part of.. Well you see.. I'm n-not stalking you of course! I just-" I sigh, hiding my face in my hands. Where's Anabell when I need her..?
"Are you saying I'm a part of an Internet fandom I was unaware I was a part of until now, and you, are in fact, in said fandom?" he says so casually, and I put a hand on his shoulder.
"You understand.." I say, and he nods. How the hell he guessed that, I wouldn't know.
"So.. Do you know if anyone else is in here..?" I ask, and he shrugs.
"I- I don't know, but I do have a strange feeling.. Like I'm being watched.." he says, and I feel that too.
"Hello? He-Hello? Uh.. Is anyone there?" I hear a familiar voice, and my face brightens up.
"Scott!" I smile, and Jeremy shines the light around the room, spotting the dark haired male easily. He has a pair of thin green glasses, and his almond eyes reflect the light, helping me see where he is.
"Um.. You know my name..?" he asks, suddenly creeped out, and I sigh.
"It's a long story.." Jeremy concludes, and I nod, going with that.
"Is anyone else here?" Scott asks, when he tenses up. I look to his shoulder, and see a purple hand graze across his shoulder, and Vincent's purple face and bright eyes peer over his opposite shoulder.
"Hello, love~" he says in a sing-song voice, and Scott scoots away from him. I feel like squealing, but I stop myself before it starts.
"Okay. Give me a second," I breath in, and out, and Jeremy pats my shoulder.
"I know the feels.." he sympathizes, and I blush slightly. As I'm looking to his face, however, I notice something a bit unusual. He's.. Well.. It's hard to explain. He's still like a cartoon.. Not, like, real-people-like. I poke his arm, and it feels just like any other type of fabric (he's wearing his office uniform, as is Scott and Vincent [though his is purple] and I'm just wearing the same clothes).
"Woah.. Wait- I grab my phone, and use the backwards camera as a mirror, and look at my 'reflection'. I gasp in horror, throwing my phone across the room, scaring the heck out of Scott.
"WHAT NOW??" Scott shouts, and I cover my face with my hands in shock.
"I- YOU- WHAA- never mind.." I breath heavily, in an attempt to slow my racing heart.
"You look fine, honestly. I mean, your hair is a wreck, but maybe you like it that way.." he says, and I throw a small pebble from the ground at him, which bounces off of his cheek. He blinks, not really reacting, and I cross my arms in frustration.
"Well, is anyone else here..?" I question, when I scream my socks off (not literally but you get the point).
"NONONO WAIT I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU!" the withered Bonnie animatronic shouts, and I put a hand to my chest.
"You scared. The living shit. Out of me." Scott falls backwards, sighing. Jeremy does the same, but I can't take my eyes off of the animatronic. Its face is ripped off, only showing two red dots for eyes, along with its missing left arm.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry," I hug the robot, and everyone else seems surprised. Bonnie pats my head with his available arm, and I let go.
"Um.. What did you do to Bonnie..?" Vincent asks pervertedly, and I shake my head.
"No.. It's just the fact that-" I stop in my tracks. I'm not so sure Scott or Jeremy even knows about what Vincent did yet, and I cover my mouth. He smiles wickedly, and I furrow my eyebrows.
"I'll deal with you later, but for now, we need to figure out how to get out of here-"
"CHAAAAAAAAARGE!!" I hear a robotic voice scream, and Freddy Fazbear, holding the Marionette like a battering ram, runs the poor puppet into the wall, I'm guessing as an attempt to break it down.
"You know that's not going to work, Freddy. Why even try?" Balloon Boy, aka BILLY, asks.
"Because I don't like you, and I might as well try. I'd rather die than stay in here with you for an hour," Freddy complains, and the Marionette goes limp.
"Freddy! You cannot just use other people as a way to knock down a wall! Just run into it or something!" I say, picking up the puppet from the ground.
"Ehh.. wh.." It groans, and I hold the poor thing as if it's a small child.
"Come on.. It's not like it's alive or anything-"
"Sh! Donny say that! It's rude!" I interrupted Freddy Fazbear. Good move, me.
"Urg.." he complains, and walks over to the others, and I follow.
"So is this everyone?" I ask, and the group is pretty much lit up entirely by Jeremy's little flip phone. There's me, Jeremy, Scott, Vincent, Withered Bonnie, the original Freddy Fazbear himself, BILLY, and the Marionette.
"Okay, if this is it, where's everyone else..?" Jeremy asks, when what sounds like interference on a speaker plays through the room.
"All will be explained, my pets. Please, sit down, this may take a while.."