Puzzled and Trapped [A FNaF Fanfiction]

Tests..?

"Tests? TESTS?! I don't do well with tests! Especially mental ones! I mean, I've never taken any like that, but STILL! It SOUNDS like it's trouble.." I start to panic, and I don't seem to be helping.
"Just c-calm down, okay? They haven't even started yet!" Jeremy attempts to comfort me, when a door raises from the ground, and a light is finally turned on in the room.
"It's about time!" Billy groans, and we all stand up, wondering who goes in first. A sign next to the door is brought to my attention, as it lights up, and words form on the screen.
'The first test is for the one who can Help Him.' it reads, and I glare over to Vincent. He has a creepy smile on his face, but as soon as he sees me, he makes a poker face.
"Um.. Freddy. I think you're up.." I say, and he raises a robotic eyebrow.
"How do you know it's.. Me..?" he asks, and I shoo him through the door.
"How do you know..?" Jeremy whispers to me, and I look down, remembering.
"There's a game based off of the Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, and let's just say there's multiple theories about five missing children, suit stuffings, and.. Their spirits.." I say in a very serious tone, avoiding going into detail.
On the small screen, everyone gathers around. Freddy is shown on the camera from an upward view, as if it's being recorded on the ceiling, and six children appear around the room. Freddy is given a cake, and the game begins.
One child starts to cry, and the only way to make him happy is by handing him cake, and Freddy easily does so. Until the others join in. Freddy, being focused on the task at hand, doesn't see the seventh child, right outside of the door. The child cries, when a man in a purple car drives up behind him, and kills him. Freddy, hearing the scream of the child, drops the cake into the floor, and the test is over.
He passed.
But did he really..?
Freddy walks back into the room, shocked. If he had skin, I'm sure he'd be pale. Or green even. I look over to Vincent, and he pulls on his collar awkwardly. I resist the urge to punch him in the nose as the familiar voice makes it's self known.
"Excellent job, my Freddy Fazbear, but you just wait. The fun has only begun.." the voice chuckles, and I feel nauseous. I keep it in me, when the screen brightens up again.
"Make him happy again," it reads, and I take a deep breath.
"Billy, get your stupid little ass in there," I say, pointing to the door, and he seems confused.
"Why me? How do you know these thi-"
"FUCK YOU BILLY," I shout, and he runs in there as fast as possible.
"He has to make 'him' happy..? Who's 'him'? Scott asks, and I look from Vincent's awkward face, to the screen, to the Withered Bonnie, then back to Scott.
"You'll find out soon enough.." is all I have to say, when I can hear a scream of pure terror. I eyes bounce like ping-pong balls across the screen to figure out what's happening. Everything's a blur, and the screen fizzes out.
My face goes pale.
He failed.