Puzzled and Trapped [A FNaF Fanfiction]

This is too.. Nice..

"Alright, my little friends, it's about time you guys got a rest, and a chance to get some food in ya, or even charge your batteries, because I've just finished designing your team's rest hall! Remember, you'll only be able to use it once for a total amount of twelve hours, so use your time wisely!" the voice echoes, and is gone again before we can even respond. A new door slides open, and we're allowed inside. Vincent's tear-stained face is the first to peek it's way inside.
"This actually looks quite nice!" he says happily, and walks in.
"Vincent, wait! What if it's a-"
"It's not a trap, by the way. It wouldn't be as fun if you all fell asleep or died of starvation on me, so, go!" the voice booms, and I shrug. I guess I tried... I have no idea what time it is, but I still feel extremely worn out, and ready to crash at any time.
"Screw it, I'm tired.." Jeremy walks in, and I shrug and follow. Inside the room there's four little areas, not really marked by anything, but it's easier to think like that. One corner looks like a small hotel-type of kitchen, another has four twin sized beds (one, sadly, picked out for our dear friend Scott), another with various game systems and games, and the last with a four small closets, filled with spare clothing.
"This is actually... Pretty nice!" I smile, and Jeremy and Vincent are jumping from one bed to another.
"This.. Is... Really.. Fun!!" Jeremy laughs, and I chuckle slightly. I decide to inspect the fridge for the types of food stores there, and it turns out there's various fruits, ice creams, pizzas, sodas, and LOTS of junk food to choose from.
"Wow!! It's so cool!!" Freddy waltzes in, and Bonnie and the Marionette follow, both smiling. The door closes behind them, and we're sealed inside.
"I don't know about you guys, but I'll be playing Mario Kart, so see you around.." Jeremy smiles, rushing to the little gaming area, and plops down on a beanbag. Normally, I'd join him, but I'm honestly too tired to even try. I glance at the clock of the microwave, and the time reads 1:37. I'm not even sure if it's a.m. or p.m., or even what timezone we're in, so I decide what's the point in even trying to figure it out. I rush to one of the beds, and rest my head on the pillow, almost instantly falling asleep.

I wake up to the sounds of a low rumbling. It seems to have been a while, because everyone else is asleep, and the animatronics are playing, what looks like poker, with puffy Cheetos.
"Wh.. What's going on..?" I mumble, and Freddy shrugs.
"That noise has been there for a while. We couldn't figure out what it was..." he admits, and I decide to get up. Looking at the microwave's clock again, it says 9:56. It's been almost eight and a half hours, so I guess there's no point in trying to fall back asleep. I grab an apple from the fridge, and plop onto the kitchen counter. As I take a bite into it, the grumbling stops.
"Hey, what happe-" Bonnie's sentence is interrupted by the intercom screeching on.
"G-Guys..? Hey! Can you hear me..?" A familiar voice whispers into the com.
"Uh.. Yeah.. Who are you..?" I wonder, and he hesitates.
"Guys, it's me! Scott!" he says, and the apple falls to the floor. Vincent's body flies up at the mention of his name, and he jerks his head towards the ceiling.
"S-Scotty..?" he asks.
"Yeah, but don't call me that. All I need to tell you is, that room is completely safe, but the others aren't doing to hot right now. Apparently you all share the same room, but you have to take turns to avoid contact with each other," he says, and Vincent's eyes well with tears again. This time, happy tears.
"Scotty, how are you alive..?" he asks, standing up, and Scott sighs through the mic.
"It turns out, no one really dies in this 'game'. All of the fallen members of the Five Nights at Freddy's group-thing just come here. I haven't seen the guy running this thing yet, but I don't know if I'll be able to tell you if I do-"
"HEY?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HE-" and the original man's voice cuts off there.
"Guys, we need to save Scotty, and the others! Let's go!" Vincent rushes to the closet, and starts to change his shirt. I automatically look away, and sigh.
"Vincent, how are we supposed to do that?" I ask, and I hear him stop moving, as in his clothes stop rustling.
"That... Is an excellent question..."