Puzzled and Trapped [A FNaF Fanfiction]

The Co-op Match

The screen fizzes, and I can only hope that it's not anything Vincent will have to go through. He still hasn't moved yet, and I'm not sure if he ever will.
"Multiplayer..?" I read, and below the single word, is shines Jeremy's name.
"So.. I'm going alone..?" he suspects, and I shrug.
"Just... Good luck, man. Be careful, and remember, they're just trying to get to you. Under your skin. Don't listen to them about anything, just.. Survive," I try to keep my voice low, hoping Vincent doesn't try to stab me at the mention of survival, but he doesn't seem to notice.
Jeremy nods, and steps through the door, slightly blocked by Vincent. I rush back over to the screen as soon as I can't see him anymore, and the room he's in is dark. At first.
"Just get in there!" I hear a familiar voice shout, and I could've sworn I heard Anabell. Is... Is she here, too?!
"Alright! Alright! This test is just a load of-" Jeremy smiles at the man enters the room, and tackles him with a bear hug.
"M-Mike! You're alive! Thank God!" he's part laughing, part trembling in utter fear.
"Jeremy..? A-Are you real?" Mike asks, and Jeremy nods.
"Of course- wait.. Are you real..?" the shorter male quizzes, and Mike smirks.
"Well, it seems that you JereMIGHT not trust me.." Mike looks to Jeremy, waiting for a reaction, but all he gets is a facepalm. It's definitely the real Mike alright..
Mike continues to laugh his ass off, as the lights around the room finally turn on, and the doors they entered through have disappeared again.
"Mike, shut up for a second.." Jeremy looks even more frightened than before. The room is finally completely lit up, and Mike almost immediately stops laughing. It's the office from FNaF 2.
"I see you've finally looked to your surroundings... It's about time..." the voice mocks, and they both look up to the same place. There's nothing there, but it just feels right to look at the ceiling, I guess.
"Yeah, and what of it? What the fuck do you want us to do now, anyways?!" Mike shouts, and the voice chuckles once again.
"What do you think? It's your workplace after all.." he says, and I think Jeremy gets the idea.
"We're supposed to just do our jobs, I think," Jeremy says, and Mike furrows his eyebrows.
"That's too simple... What's the catch?" Mike wonders aloud, and Jeremy checks behind him for the animatronics, out of paranoia.
"It's simple really. Since your little friends are off with you people in your rooms, we've had to replace them with.. Some things I had lying around.. And their difficulty? Around.. 10/40 mode sounds right," he says, and their faces go pale. As does mine.
"B-But.. 10/20 mode is the limit! And that's practically impossible anyways!" Jeremy counters, and the voice scoffs.
"Like I follow the rules. I MAKE the rules, kid. Now, if you'll stop complaining, we can get started," he says, and he sends in a couple of rolly chairs, for their comfort I suppose. They slide in, already sweating, and Mike flips up the camera. Nothing is where the animatronics are supposed to be.
"What the hell..?" Mike mumbles, and Jeremy slams the Freddy mask over Mike's head, and then one over his own. In the room, a cardboard cutout of Toy Bonny is in the room, and it floats out of the room.
"Man, I'm so BOARD if you know what I mean," Mike says, and Jeremy sighs as he continues his work, checking the vents for any more slabs of layered paper with crappy drawings on them.
"So.. Who all's on your team?" Jeremy asks, trying to keep his mind on other things, I'm guessing.
"Oh, well.. There's Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, the withered version of Freddy, and.. Springtrap WAS with us.." he says, and Jeremy sighs.
"This 'game' is getting really out of hand.." he mumbles, and Mike is blushing.
"And.. There's this girl.." Mike seems in a loopy daze, and I squeal. He's blushing, and Jeremy seems confused, but I know EXACTLY who he's talking about. I dance around the room for a moment, shaking the Marionette, and practically tossing her across the room.
"MIKE- ANABELL- OHMYGOD!!" I shout, and get back to the screen. Mike is still blushing softly, and Jeremy winds up the music box, and pokes him on the arm a couple times in a teasing manner, then quickly returning to the music box.
"You have a cruuuush~" Jeremy teases, and Mike's cheeks turn to a beet red.
"Well, I wouldn't call it that.. I mean NO WAY! Pffft.. You're making things up! uhh.." a cardboard cutout of mangle appears in the hallway, and Mike throws his pen at it, slipping right through the thin material, and it falls to the floor.
"Hey! Quit that! Before I put you to a demise worse then your friends' before yours were!" the voice scolds, and Mike shrugs.
"So.. Who's on y-your team..?" Mike's obviously trying to change the subject, and Jeremy definitely notices, but goes along with it anyways.
"Well, there's the Marionette, Freddy, the withered Bonnie, Vincent, Balloon Boy's gone, and.." he hesitates, his face suddenly solemn.
"Hey, Jeremy.. Who..?" Mike starts, when a cardboard cutout of the withered Chica appears in the room, and they throw their masks on. Once Chica leaves, however, Jeremy doesn't remove his helmet. He's sobbing from under the thick material, and Mike seems to not know what to say or do, so he continues to wind up the music box, and throw his mask back on as Balloon Boy shows up in the left vent.
"Jeremy.. Who was.. Eliminated..?" he asks, afraid to say something along the lines of 'killed' or 'murdered'.
"Scott... He-" I can't hear the rest of what he's saying, from Vincent finally breaking down, sobbing, in front of the door. I wipe a tear from my eye, and continue watching the screen.
"Oh.." Mike says, when a familiar tune starts to play. The sound of.. The sound of the music box..
"Oh no.. Oh no oh no oh no! NONONONO!!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!" Jeremy screams, hyperventilating, and Mike shakes him.
"Calm down! It's- ... It's gonna be okay. I have a plan," he says, and glances at his watch. I can't read it from here, but he seems hopeful.
He puts on the Freddy head, along with slapping one onto Jeremy, and he walks out of the hallway.
"M-Mike..? Is this the best idea..? I mean.. What if we run into Foxy..? O-or Mangle..?!" Jeremy whisper-shouts, but Mike shushes him.
"Don't say anything! We can last a couple minutes! I hope.." he whisper-shouts back, and Jeremy swallows hard. My heart is beating quickly, for both of their sakes, and Vincent finally hushes up, and walks over to the screen. Once taking one glance at it, however, he seems surprised.
"What the HELL are they DOING?!" he shouts, and I shrug.
"The music box.." I start, and the screen splits into two. One with the boys, the other with the cardboard Marionette. The Marionette, as in the real one, looks at her legs, and crosses her arms.
"There is no way my legs look like that.." she complains, and I scoff, returning to the screen.
"Dammit, the whole mask thing was fake! Scott only said it so they'd have some sort of hope! The only reason they left, is because they felt offended. Ugh. THEY'RE GONNA DIE TOO?!" Vincent's eyes well up into tears, and I shake my head.
"No. They can make it. Th- They can!" I say, semi-confidently, and the Marionette gets closer and closer. Inch by inch, the slab of paper is slightly faster than them. I close my eyes, and hear the screen fiz off, a slight scream can be heard, tears slip through my fingertips.
Shit.
I can feel a hand on my shoulder, and I can see Freddy behind me.
"I'm really sorry.." he says, and I just sit on the floor, crying into my palms, when I hear the door. I look up, and see Jeremy step through, chucking the helmet at the wall.
"MAN THAT WAS TOO CLOSE," he shouts, staggering, and I can't move. I just stare at the boy that's defied death. To me, at least.
I run up and hug him with my whole body, hanging on his torso, and he can barley hold me up. I jump down, and blush slightly, tears still streaming.
"Don't pretend to die. Jesus. Christ." I say, and he shrugs.
"It wasn't my fault. I'm pretty sure the guy that controls this thing does that on purpose.." he says, but I can tell his spirits are higher. I think it's because he knows Mike's okay, but I can't be sure. I'm just glad we're okay. For now.

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Author's Note:

Okay, so I don't really make these much, but I have to put the credit for helping me come up with this chapter to @SsammTheNightGuard so thanks bruh ^-^
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