Puzzled and Trapped [A FNaF Fanfiction]

A False Sense of Security

"Marionette! You- He- go! Maybe you could-" I suddenly feel exited, and I think the Marionette gets what I'm going at. She practically jumps through the door, and I sprint over to the screen, where everyone crowds around me.
"Give Life," the voice repeats, and the Marionette looks confused. Looking around, she spots an animatronic suit. Quickly, she runs up to it, and it is, in fact, the worn-down Bonnie that we had watched fall to his death before. The Marionette looks around the room, and I'm confused as to what she's doing.
She goes to the other side of the room, as in the other corners, but none of the other animatronics were there. Freddy was in the room with us, so he couldn't be there, but that means the 'friends' the voice was talking about are probably the rest of the FNaF fandom, and they're surviving!
The Marionette goes back over to the damaged Bonnie animatronic, and gently presses her hand over the top of it's head. Bonnie's eyes glow red, and it's head jerks slightly, as he awakens.
"This was too simple.." the voice can be heard through the screen, "Now it's time for you to get out there, and exercise!"
"But we're robots! We can't exercise. It won't give us any benefit..." Bonnie answers, and he laughs.
"You? Exercise? HA! I wasn't talking to you, Bonnie. I was talking to the people watching behind the screen. Now RUN! AHAHAHA!!" the voice cackles, and I'm suddenly sent down a tube into a long hallway, along with Scott, Vincent, and Jeremy.
"Where do we go?" I ask, and Jeremy jumps, sprinting down the hall. I turn around and see what he saw. A monster larger than a bear on steroids is running down the hall in our direction. It's covered in a dark blue fur, and it has, not only extremely long teeth, but also an unneeded chainsaw.
"NOPENOPENOPENOPE RUN!!" I shout, pulling Vincent and Scott along with me, who haven't seen the monster yet.
"What the hell are you talking abo- OH HELL NO!!" Vincent turns around while running, and charges in front of me.
"Scott, COME ON!!" I shout behind me, and I can tears sprout from the corners of his eyes, from behind his thin glasses.
"I... CAN'T!!" he trips and falls on the ground, and Vincent stops dead in his tracks.
"Scott..." he whispers, his face a pale purple. The monster devours into Scott's gut, and the man screams out in agony and fear. A blood curdling scream to say the least. Vincent falls to his knees, tears streaming down his face, and Jeremy turns around further down the hall in horror.
"Guys, hurry! Wh-While it's.. While it's distra-acted!" his voice cracks, and I try to get Vincent to his feet, but he doesn't budge. His eyes are fixed on the corpse of his 'lover' being devoured alive.
"Vincent, come on, we gotta go..!" my eyes are starting to water now. He nods slowly, and I help him to his feet, helping him run to the door which has appeared down the hall. Vincent still refuses to turn his head away from Scott and the monster, but he still runs, looking in the opposite direction.
We make it to the door, the monster not even glancing up from Scott, and the door closes. Vincent stares at the doorway as the metal slap slides closed in front of his gaze. Even with his view covered, he refuses to look away. By now, I'm covered in my own tears, my purple sweater stained with them. Even Jeremy's eyes are tear covered. They were friends, as I am familiar with. But Vincent felt like Scott and him were more than that. Sure, Scott didn't have feelings back, but one can only imagine the thoughts running through Vincent's mind right now.
"Vincent..?" I try to reach out to him, but he doesn't respond. He doesn't move. He doesn't even blink. I have to check his rising and falling chest just to make sure he was even still alive.
On the bright side, however, Bonnie and the Marionette have safely returned without a problem.
"Alex, I think.. I think we should just leave him for now.." Jeremy concludes, wiping his eyes, and I nod, walking over to the screen once more.
"He's really gone, isn't he..?" Freddy whispers, as well as he can, being a robot. Jeremy and I nod slowly, and try to keep our
gaze away from the purple man. He's going to need some time to himself. A lot of time.