(Third Person P.O.V)
Was it possible for ghosts to feel pain? Probably not… but this hurts.
Vincent laid there in the furnace, not exactly in the best shape. He groaned loudly again, clutching his side of where that chubby child kicked him.
He needed to get up there in order to get better… but moving was not an option. Although, what he did see interested him. Silver, or whatever her name was, is asleep. "No emotions show" he reminded himself as pain pulsed though him. Ow… maybe this was what Foxy was feeling? Everyone… No Vincent, don't think like that, he reminded himself.
Everyone beat him… but there was still time left. There were still words to be said… the tables could turn once more… there was still time, he was sure of it. But in order to do that, he would have to get out of a rock and a hard place. Or a hot place in this situation.
He struggled to get up, using the floor to lift his shaking body, if you were to call it a body, off the ground. Blood was splattered everywhere… it was a long time since that happened. "Why was I such a babbling… idiot…?" He asked himself, not only raging against that kid and her brother that somehow survived, but he was the brains behind all this… as everyone has seemed to figure out already.
Everything was perfect... he was going to win! He almost won! Freddy would still be fighting Foxy, those kids would be defeated, and all he would do was keep his grip on the bear and watch him go on different rampages, which was loads of fun to watch.
"Now all of that is gone... thanks to me." He said, trying to hang onto the brittle railing that only ended up collapsing back on the ground again. "Ahhhahhh... owwwww..." He winced, being careful not to make much noise or move a lot.
There was no way he was staying down here for long... being down here would solve nothing. Not mention it was boring... very, very boring in Vincent's mind of being used to what happened just a hours earlier. His usual grin was, of course, knocked out of him.
When was the last time this happened? Vincent wondered, then cringed. Nope. Not gonna think about that. Past was the past, nothing to do about that now rather then show others that he is worth something..
Vincent tried once more to stand up, his whole body shaking from being weak. He clutched his stomach again, the impact of the swift kick still affecting him.
"Kids may be stupid, but older brothers are not once to be easily dealt with..." He told himself. This was a lot harder then he expected.
This girl, Silver... she was definitely underestimated. Almost as sly as he was when it came to sneaking around in other people's business and learning things without being seen. Even overhearing him when he went a little too far with pride and is now left for dead... again... because of it.
He rested there for a few minutes, just listening to any sounds coming from above. When it seemed like it was silent, Vincent finally stood up again. At least some of the pain has gone away...
Vincent climbed up and opened up the door to the main floor. "Crap... I hope no-one sees me..." After a moment of darting his eyes around the room, he quickly made his way to the rest-room. His eyes widened a little as he saw himself in the mirror. His sleeves were heavily frayed as well as the bottom of his pants, blood splattered across his face and hands.
He didn't see himself like this in a very, very long time.
Vincent huffed, shaking his head slightly. "No... not again... how can this be happening again~!" He internally yelled at himself, his hands clutched into fists. "...It's been so long since this last happened..." He spoke softly, leaning against the sink to keep himself upright.
"I have promised myself I would never be defeated... now look at me. I can still think of something... come on Vincent, THINK~! You can still win~..." He hit the sink with the palm of his hand, chipping off a small piece of the rotting metal. He regretted nothing... but...
...Now he was the one in pain. So many memories...
There was no use to going into ghost-form, as footsteps came into the hallway just outside... ones the man did not dare to find out who it was.