Puzzled and Trapped [A FNaF Fanfiction]

Wtf Scott..?

"Scott, do you even know what's going to happen..?" I wonder, and I can't seem to think of what he would be pursuing at the moment.
"Just give it a minute. You'll know as soon as that little screen flickers on," he says, and I roll my eyes.
"Can't you just tell us-" I start, but the door is already shutting behind him. The group gathers around the screen, with Vincent pushing vigorously to the front. The purple man smiles in a strange way at the screen when it flickers on, and Scott's shown on the same stage Vincent and I were on. In front of Scott there's a microphone on a stand, and he walks right up to it, his eyes closed. In a couple moments, a few familiar notes start to play from the speakers, and I can feel myself get exited. There. Is. No. Way...
"Just a small town girl..
Livin in a lonely word!
She took the midnight train
Goin anywhere!
Just a city boy..
Born and raised in South Detroit!
He took the midnight train
Goin anywhere!"
"A singer in a smokey room!" I start to sing along.
"The smell of wine,
And cheap perfume.
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on!"
"Strangers!" Pretty much everyone in the room has joined in by now.
"Waiting!
Up and down the boulevard!
Their shadows
Searching in the night!
Streetlight
People!
Livin just to find emotion!
Hidin, somewhere in the niiiiight!!"
As Scott continues to rock a solid cover of Don't Stop Believing by Journey, we all sing along to the lyrics known by heart, and Bonnie even tries an air guitar solo (though he does only have one arm). Once he finishes however, the audience is nearly silent.
"BOO! You SUCK! Get your ass off the stage!" a voice can be heard from the crowd. I expect Scott to break down, but he stands his ground confidently.
"I'd like to see YOU do better! Hm?" Scott teases the voice through the microphone, but it doesn't respond. Alone, anyways.
"Boo!!"
"You make me sick!"
"Get the hell out of here!"
"You singing is worse than a lawnmower's!" All of these hateful remarks, and Scott only smirks.
"Your words may be making you all feel better about putting me down, but it only makes me stronger! Get the fuck out of here you say? Well I could say the same back to you, sir. Thank you, and GOOD NIGHT!" he shouts, dropping the mic, and walks into the room once more. Once inside Vincent almost immediately hugs him jumping around in circles like a fangirl.
"Scotty, are you okay? Did those people hurt you? Are you feeling okay? It's okay to cry, you know! I'll gladly peel their faces off- I mean tell them off for what they said! Remember I always have your back, Mr. Ring Ring!" Vincent rambles on and on, but I don't think Scott is really listening all that much. I really am proud of him. I could never take criticism like that, and come back with even more. I could barley sing on stage in the first place, let alone cuss the people in the audience out with such confidence and power.
"Hey, Scott! I never knew you could sing! Why can't you join the band with Bonnie, Chika and I? We could do duets, or solo performances, or-" Freddy chirps happily, but Scott shakes his head.
"Freddy, you know the kids like the four of you as it is. Besides, the shows really for animatronics only," he says, scratching the back of his neck, but I shrug.
"You really are talented, Scott. Why did you become a night guard for a kid's resturaunt before become a singing sensation?" I ask, and he blushes softly.
"Well, actually, I was offered a record deal at one point, but I refused because I wanted to stay in town with my girlfriend, but as soon as she heard about it, she broke up with me. All she wanted was the money.." he sighs, and I cross my arms.
"That's messed up.." I add, and Vincent makes a sort-of pitiful face.
"Oh, Mr. Ring Ring, you know I'd treat you better then that mean ol' bitch!" he puts his head on Scott's shoulder, but Scott pushes him away.
"By locking me in your basement and coming down to rape me every so often? Yeah, no thanks.." he says, and Vincent shrugs.
"Fair enough, but it will never put an end to my undying love for you-"
"Shut up, Vincent," the Marionette crosses her arms, and Vincent sticks his tongue out at her.
"Guys, really? Come on, you're more mature then that!" Bonnie tries to stop their childish bickering, but they continue to tackle each other like siblings.
"This is getting ridiculous.. PLEASE STOP!" the voice over the speaker returns, it's voice in a deep angry tone.
"Hey, you're the one that's going to try and MURDER us!" I shout to the ceiling, not knowing exactly where to look.
"Well, well, miss smarty pants, why don't you go on ahead and push yourself through that door again, little lady!" the voice taunts, and I cross my arms.
"But the Marionette nor Bonnie have gone yet!" I argue, but Bonnie shakes head in denial.
"Nonono, I've gone! I don't know about the Marionette, but I totally have! So traumatizing, oh, I could barely breath!"
"Bonnie, you don't have lungs.." Scott's points out, but he just motions for him to hush.
"I never said everyone would go, nor did I say how many times you would go. So, Alex, get your butt on out of here!" the voice booms through the room and I storm out in frustration. What do they have for me to deal with this time?!