(Silver P.O.V) (A/N Poll! Poll! Yes! I am desperate! Don't judge! :3)
All I could do was grip my bandaged arm near my shoulder. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I felt the guilt inside if I were to leave, and the danger if I were to stay.
"Come on~" Vincent was egging me on, which was a terrible mistake. The door now opened in front of me, I backed up to see Jordan walk in.
"Silver why were you taking so-" He stopped in mid sentence, spotting Vincent. "If you laid a hand on her, it'll be the end of you!" Now he looked down at me, "What did he do?!"
"Just told me a really depressing story, which I assumed was fake. Now he keeps egging me on to come back, because he 'knows how I feel'." I whispered. Jordan grabbed my good arm.
"Quit spilling lies! You're a bad man!" Jordan screamed, dragging me out of the restroom and back to the original spot I woke up at. Jordan exchanged a glance to Goldy, and that's when everything seemed to go quiet.
I went to sit down on the stage as Goldy went to talk to Marion, Freddy and Foxy. Jordan came over, sitting next to me.
"Jordan, have you seen Chica or Bonnie?" I asked. Jordan gave a quick nod,
"They're backstage, I'll try and fix them up later," He assured me. I gave a slow nod and a heavy sigh, "So that's all he did to you right?"
"Yep. Nothing else," I shrugged, "He seemed really pissed at first, but then he slowly got back to his old, annoying attitude."
"Well, he should be, after all we pretty much ruined everything for him~" Jordan laughed near the end. I shrugged, that was probably the reason behind it. But there seemed to be something else bugging him. But I hadn't bothered to ask.
Then something reappeared back into my mind.
"Where's BB?" I asked. Jordan scanned around,
"I actually have no idea..." He admitted.
"What? You talkin about this brat?" A familiar voice came. I looked near the entrance to the building, and right away I noticed the blonde carrying Balloon Boy. And he seemed all scratched up.
"Hey! Why the heck are you here!" I growled, hopping off the stage. Jordan ran up to me and grabbed my arm, and at that point everyone noticed what was going on in front of us.
"I'm obviously outnumbered here, but that really doesn't matter. Considering I got a hostage," The murderer explained.
"Who do you think you are!" I screamed.
"Why, child. My name is Jeremy, and I will not stand for this establishment to stand any longer," He spat. I glared at him, Jordan still pulling me back.
"Now, does anyone wish to cooperate?" Jeremy questioned. "Or does this man need to commit another murder?"