A place of joy? (FNAF fanfic)

Chapter 22

Vincent's POV
It's 6:30. Scott should be home by now. I was really worried. I got in my car and drove to the pizzeria, unlocking the door and running inside. It was quiet. Too quiet. I made my way towards the office to find the chair tipped over and the recording equipment all over the ground. I began to shake. No it couldn't be. My Scott wasn't dead. I played the message he had recorded and my face turned white. No it couldn't be.  Scott had lost power and was dragged off by Freddy. That would explain the overturned chair and the scattered recording equipment. I ran to the back room, hoping I could save him, but when I got there, I knew it was already too late. There in the middle of the room was an animatronic Freddy suit drenched in blood. I fell to my knees crying. Oh if only I hadn't killed those kids, they wouldn't have been stuck here and then Scott might have lived. I needed to put an end to this once and for all. I needed to free the children's ghosts and avenge my Scott and I would do it tonight.