The Nightmare Stories Pt 3

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“Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well... The person who hasn’t been returning my text messages. Clay, fucking, Burke.” Anderson sneers, with a smirk on his face. “Wow you look like shit… where have you fucking been?” Clay starts to sigh, so Anderson’s expression changes to a more angry face. “Do you *not* know how many fucking times I’ve been calling you to get a week off? I have issues man, I’ve been anxious, paranoid and shit. I needed to get a fucking break, for fucks sake. Plus, Terence is a dick. At first he didn’t—”

“Sorry to interrupt, plus sorry to hear about that. But this is honestly important because you’re already fucked. I was going to talk to you about this but now it’s too late. Installing cameras was a bad decision. You do realize you have killed your privacy, Anderson? They lie about the 'Only you can see your camera footage.' It’s literally fucking live to one worker. They watch you, they’ll expose you. I found out the hard way. That’s why I was fucking missing, they’re watching everybody.” Clay said.

“You sound like a fucking conspiracy theorist right now.” Anderson said.

“Shut the fuck up. I get it. Poor Carlton's phone's been blowing up with "hashtag-AniMESS" notifications ever since he [posted his damn story](https://www.reddit.com/r/fivenightsatfreddys/comments/8tr76l/i_is_for_identity_part_1_investigation/) and half of it's all BS. I need you to come with me. I need to show you something.” Clay says. “Meet me by my car, a few blocks from here.”

“Okay.” Anderson said, turning around and closing the door. He goes on to find his shoes.

***

Meanwhile, Landon hasn’t left. Taking photos of Clay after he leaves to his car. He starts to laugh, before writing in his notepad.

>AS OF RIGHT NOW, HE HAS LEFT ANDERSON’S HOUSE. WE HAVE FOUND CLAY BURKE. THIS MAN HAS BEEN TRYING TO DESTROY OUR COMPANY FOR YEARS. I MUST HAVE TO SABOTAGE ANDERSON AND CLAY SOMEHOW. LET’S START WITH ANDERSON.  Code:3-17-16-10-23-26-12 11-26-4-12-26-10 18-26-11-11-3-24-26! 23-9-12-12-3-23! 23-9-12-12-3-23! 15-9-2 3-19-19 25-16-9-12 14-3-12-10-11 16-25 18-18 16-17 15-3-17-5-4-3-18-14! 11-3-17-5-7-22-4-23-4-22-14-23-26-12.15-3-17-5-4-3-18-14.4-16-18 15-9-2 18-2 3-19-15-9-18!

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Anderson starts to walk out of his house, and sees Clay by a stop sign. Anderson runs towards the car, goes to the passenger side, opens the door, sits down, and puts on his seatbelt as Clay drives off. Little does he know, Landon returns back to Anderson’s house for something... else he’s been receiving for a long time.

“First off, why did you want me here with you?” Anderson asks.

“During the research I did throughout the whole Tangled Freddy nonsense, I found some incredible evidence that can put Animus to rest, but before that day I also installed cameras from Oculus, I didn’t know one of their employees were watching me as well. As I was gathering information, someone broke into my house in a Freddy outfit. Same one as in the security footage at Fazbear’s Fright. They told me in a deep voice... ‘YOU KNOW TOO MUCH, CLAY.’ I finally turned around, they tried to kill me. Luckily I fought back, and ran off. I went into hiding. I've been following leads ever since; you know how hard it was to bluff my way into interviewing that widow and her Millie Bobby Brown look alike daughter?” Clay says, shaking at that last part.

They finally reaches a red light. Anderson pulled out his phone and decides to go check on his wife and kids. He opens an app for his camera system. Clay looks and grabs his phone.

“Hey, what the hell? This isn’t work-” Anderson says in anger.

“We don’t have time to be messing around, we need to get there A.S.A.P, okay?” Clay responded back. Anderson sighs and looks outside his windows. He'd much rather be doing something else.

As the sun descends, they finally make it to their destination.

***Fazbear’s Fright.***

They both exit the car and Clay leads Anderson to a field. Slowly, Anderson realizes there’s a flag coming up. They finally reach it, and it is staked to the ground near a huge, moldy rock. Clay bends down and takes the gloves out of his pocket.

He puts them on and picks up the rock before setting it aside. The rock was covering a massive hole, and under closer inspection, a staircase is seen going ***underground***.

“I found this by the construction site of Fazbear’s Fright. I didn't know where it led to at first, so I hired a construction company to dig down and check. We found nothing. Well... I returned, I went down the staircase. I heard a conversation. I don’t know what it was. So I ran back up the stairs and drove off.” Clay said, before sighing.

“And that’s why you brought me?” Anderson spits out, “Oh, I see…”

“What? What’s wrong?” Clay asked with a concerned look, dashing towards Anderson as he gazes through the sunset. Anderson immediately turns around and looks at Clay, now looking positively pissed.

“I could've been staying at home with my family, and all you did was lead me to a fucking staircase? What the fuck? You do know I have trust issues right? I can’t trust my wife, I can’t even trust anybody around me. It’s not fucking good, I have to go to therapy every morning. Talk about my issues and shit and you’re over here telling me about some dumbass shit?” Anderson exclaims and turns around.

“You didn’t even hear the full fucking story. I wanted you to go down there and record anything you hear.” Clay responded.

Anderson stares in disbelief. “You're shitting me. C-can’t you fucking do that with the hole over there?” Anderson shouts.

“Hm... that is true. Tell you what, meet me here tomorrow at this exact location. We will plan this out, let me drop you off right now to your house.” Clay exclaims before the two jog over to his car.

Anderson gets inside and Clay starts driving away. Anderson pulls out his phone and opens up the camera system app. He checks throughout the house; his kids aren’t home. The hairs on his neck stand up; he checks his office. Still normal, if trashed. He checks the final room, his and Dalia’s bedroom.