Puzzled and Trapped [A FNaF Fanfiction]

Oh God It's My Turn

The room around us goes silent, and I look to Jeremy. His breathing's unsteady, and he grabs his chest. He's panicking, like a lot.
"Jeremy, are you okay?!" I ask, and he leans against the wall, sinking to the floor.
The small screen goes from it's fuzzy fit back to the blank white screen. New words start to form and I can barley read them from here.
"Present a work of art..? Who would that go to?" Scott asks, and nervous glances go to me. I nearly choke on my own saliva. I stagger to my feet, and beckon Freddy and Scott over.
"Please, make sure he's okay while I'm gone. I know I kinda just met him, but I know what he's been through..." I whisper to them, and Scott seems confused, but Freddy understands. They walk over to the poor little Jeremy, wheezing in the corner, and I walk off to what feels like my doom.
If the fandom was right, I really do know what he's been through. His mother died when he was young, and he was left with his abusive father. Though my mother hasn't died, I still have no idea where my father is. He supposedly 'left' a long time ago, promising to return, but never has. I'm starting to think my mother is losing hope, for she hasn't heard from him since I was around three years old, and she's fallen into depression. I can only hope she's okay right now, and I sigh. I walk into the dark room, when bright lights shine on me, and I'm on a stage. No one is in the audience, however, which is nothing but a relief to me. I'm not the best around people...
"My little Alex, dearest, please, draw me a picture for me?" a male voice asks, but I notice it's not the same as the voice I had heard in the room. That one was deeper, where this one sounds more gentle, and.. kind..
"S-Sure.." is all I can think to say as I pull myself up to a small desk with a reasonable amount of sketch and colored pencils, along with a plentiful supply of paper. I start to think of what to draw, when suddenly a timer appears above my head.
"You have five minutes, Alex. Begin now, before I have to hurt you.." the gentle voice says, but more forceful. My fingers fumble over the various types of pencils and begin to draw the one thing I know best. Tobi from the Naruto Shippuden Anime. Him, being one of my favorite characters from the anime, is quite easy to draw, and doesn't require much effort, with him wearing a mask instead of, you know, EYES and stuff. Those would be the death of me. And quite possibly literally.
Once I finish the small drawing of Tobi, coloring and all, an incredibly loud buzzer goes off, and the drawing flies from my grasp into the darkness that is the eerily empty auditorium. At least, that I thought was empty. In the very back of the seating arrangement, there sat a man that looked extremely familiar, though I couldn't place a name to his face. He held the drawing in his hands, as I analyzed his short, black hair and a stubble a bit in need of a shave. He slowly aproaches me where I stand on the stage. He was much older than I was, and he walked closer, his eyes glued to the paper.
"My sweet Alex.. You're so talented.." I look to the man with the same gentle voice as before, and I see his face stained with tears. He finally reaches where I stand on the stage, and he looks at me straight in the eyes. For a couple seconds, we keep eye contact, his dazzling green eyes, on my identical ones, and I feel tears form. My mother always told me he left according to his own choice, but.. Just by his eyes.. I can tell he misses us.. He misses me..
I reach out to give him a hug, but the light dizzolves all around me, and I'm suddenly back in the same room with Scott, Vincent, and the rest of them, but I didn't care. I didn't dare move. My face is stained with tears. I see how this test is going to be now.

And I don't know if I can take it.