Trapped in a dream

First night

I grabbed marks arm and led him to the monitors. He tottered as I pulled him forward. After a couple of seconds of struggling I gave up. "This way, please!" I gestered to the staticky monitors and he walked toward the monitors questioning why. "So? It's just old monitors." He tapped the monitors. When he did the monitors cleared up a little, showing a stage. "Do it again!" I ordered. He lifted his arm again and tapped it again. The monitors lost most of their fuzz and revealed three animals.
"What are they?" I made out most of the features. The one of the right resembled a bear with a black silky top hat.  The monitors went back to fuzz, but showed the stage soon after. "Wait, something changed."
I squinted at the staticky picture trying to peice together what was happening. I saw eyes glaring straight at the camera. There was only two animals on the stage, the chicken and the bear. I frantically ran over to the buttons Mark questioning my every move. "SHES COMING!"
  The questioning look was replaced by a somber one. He smack the nearest button. The light came on showing newspaper clippings. He reached out the doorway carefully and tore one of the wall. KACHUNK! He turned quickly to find the metal door on the other side of the office closed, me leaning against it, relieved. He turned around remembering his original task and hit the correct button this time. He tapped my shoulder and spun me around. He started to read the newspaper," Two local children were reportedly lured into a back room during the late hours of operation of Fre-*chokes* Freddy Fazbears pizza on the night of June 26th." He stops there and takes a step back. He turns away from the paper and sets it down harshly on the desk."We are the children..." I walk forward slowly and stared at the cameras again. Something flashed in the bottom right corner. I looked at the light trying to seek out where it was. The light was coming from a dark box. The box was a deep black color and a phone rested on top of it. I reached out my hand quickly to call my mom but a loud ringing sound emerged from the landline. I snatched my hand back, startling Mark. I looked around to Mark questioningly. "Sure, go for it." He shrugged. I quickly picked the phone, the winding cord nibbled and torn. The wires poked through the rubbery plastic. My inspection was cut short by a voice stuttering through the phone. "