The Nightmare Stories Pt 4

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Anderson gasps, seeing his own wife cheat on him, the man with his back turned. Knowing what he’s watching, he starts to tear up. He knew it was all over. Anderson spots the male turning to the camera, and he looks closer to see who it was. As the male finally turns completely, noticing the camera is on and looking at them, he smiles. It is then that Anderson notices the Freddy head on the floor.

He realizes it was Landon. He gasps.

Landon mouths something to the camera and smiles as Anderson stares blankly. He starts to grow angry, his face turning red.

“FUCK!” he screams, and throws his phone to the floor before repeatedly slamming his fists against the dashboard, scaring Clay in the process.

“What the fuck? What’s wrong with you?” Clay asks, in an annoyed and startled tone.

“DRIVE FASTER, I’M GONNA BEAT SOMEBODY’S ASS!” Anderson screams in response. He starts to crack his fingers and move his neck like he was getting ready for the Olympics. Stretching, preferably.

Clay has nothing else to say and can only stare ahead and keep driving, knowing that there was no point to try to cheer up Anderson. Anderson starts to tear up as he’s writing his journal entry on his phone.

`(JOURNAL ENTRY IMPORTED FROM IPHONE TO DOCUMENTS.)`

>Journal Entry #26 -

>Welp, it fucking happened. I caught her cheating on me, with the FUCKING CAMERA INSTALLER. It was the fucking same day I installed the cameras. THE SAME FUCKING DAY.

>I literally want to fucking die right now, like I loved her with all my fucking heart. We had kids and everything. I pay the fucking bills to the house that I bought with my fucking money when she was literally depressed and couldn’t deal with life anymore.

>And she told me I fixed it. She was helping me with my own situation but now she fucking made it worse. Now I feel like she should suffer by our divorce and me trying to keep the kids and not letting them see her.

>Well it’s too harsh but I don't know... I’m fucking frustrated right now. Landon is going to fucking get his ass beat. I don’t care if he’s a fucking teenager working there. He should know not to fuck around with people and mess around with their emotions.

>We had a long ass conversation, I thought we were going to be good friends. But I guess not since he knew I had trust issues. I told him everything.

>Now I fucking regret that shit.

>I cannot wait until I arrive at the house and beat his ass.

>-end-

“Why are you going to beat somebody’s ass?” Clay asks, in a concerned tone.

Anderson glares at him, and goes back to the camera system, watching Landon and his wife in bed. Clay decides to take a small peek and spots the Freddy head. His eyes open wide and he remembers something.

During his investigation on Jared Brayton’s death, he watched all the videos piece-by-piece, frame by frame. He remembers seeing that same exact suit in one of Jared’s videos.

That same exact suit the man who was trying to kill him wore.

He gasps.

“What?!” Anderson asks.

Clay doesn’t respond.

“WHAT?!” Anderson screams, “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GASP?”

“You know, instead of beating up that guy who, uh, fucked your wife. Why don’t you like have a civil conversation? Try to settle it."

"CIVIL?!? ARE YOU FUCKING-"

"LET ME FUCKING FINISH THAT'S A FUCKING ORDER OFFICER MARTINEZ. You know that Freddy suit on the floor? Yeah that's what made me gasp, that's the same damn suit from Jared's videos during his shift in Fazbear’s Fright before he died. SAME damn guy who went after me too. Don't you GET it? He's some Animus/Oculus I-don't-give-a-fuck goon and he's setting up a trap!" Anderson was floored, he had nothing to say as Clay ranted on. "Also, think about it, suppose he's been fucking Dalia for like... what, one? Two years? He probably knows everything about you, your work schedule, your habits, your kids, who you hang out with, who you talk to! He's got phone numbers, addresses! He's got the fucking high ground and you know it! So basically, it’s best if you don’t beat his ass, it's what he fucking wants!” Clay shouted, trying to knock some sense into Anderson and try to have a conversation.

Anderson stares.

“Keep trying to help… I don’t think it’s going to work.”

"Whatever. Listen, we'll need a plan..."

***

Meanwhile, Landon is almost done with his act.

“Aa~, you know Landon. You’re an interesting guy, we should do this more often. When Anderson is not home. Well I mean, he does have trust issues so it is a bad idea. But who cares?” Dalia says.

“Yeah whatever. He already caught us anyway.” Landon says and gets off, his head jerking towards the camera. He goes ahead and starts to put his clothes on.

“W-what do you mean?” Dalia whispers, here eyes widening.

“You see that camera? He was watching us, you’re fucked. Aha!” Landon says, and starts to put on the Freddy suit.

“Please be joking around, I mean we can continue this. We’ve been doing this for almost a year. We’re like a couple, but I still love Anderson.” Dalia exclaims.

Landon starts to laugh. “FUCK OFF! You love him?”

“Yes!” Dalia screams.

Landon starts to laugh harder. “Are you fucking serious? You’ve been cheating on him with me for a year. You do not love him if you’re going to be cheating on him for a year.”

A car is heard pulling up. Dalia runs up and checks the window, covering herself. Anderson is seen outside the car looking at his phone. Suddenly, a phone notification goes off from Landon’s phone. It’s a text from Anderson.

>`Meet me at Fazbear’s Fright now, asshole.`

Landon checks, he bursts out laughing.

“What?” Dalia asks Landon.

“HE WANTS TO MEET ME AT FAZBEAR’S FRIGHT!” Landon screams, and starts laughing hard.

Another phone notification goes off, this time from Dalia’s phone. From Anderson. She grabs her phone and checks.

>`I want a divorce. Pack up your things. The kids are staying with me.`

She gasps, and starts to tear up. She looks at her soon-to-be-ex-husband. He proceeds to give her the middle finger before turning around and getting in the driver seat.

Dalia starts to burst out in tears, Landon still laughing. The car can be seen driving off, presumably to Fazbear’s Fright.

“Welp, enjoy yourself. I’m going to go ahead and meet him there.” Landon says, and proceeds to go down the stairs.

Dalia turns around and watches him leave. She lays down on her bed, and calls Anderson. Phone automatically declines the call. She starts to cry more and proceeds to call him more.

***

Meanwhile, Anderson is halfway there. Listening to the classic Gorillaz’ album, “Demon Days” on CD, repeating Track 7, "El Mañana", which helps him get through his day.

He reaches a red light and decides to turn on his phone, after leaving it off for quite some time.

His notifications show 10 missed calls from Dalia. One missed call and a voicemail from Clay. One message from Landon.

>`Will be there. ;)`

He gets a call from Dalia, he answers it.

“What the fuck do you want, you cheating slut?” Anderson said.

“Listen, Anderson. Please, forgive me. He wanted to do it, and I had no choice but to do it.” Dalia said.

“You had a choice, Dalia. You shouldn’t have let him inside, but instead not only that you also proceeded to cheat on me. Also, where’s Samuel and Danny?” Anderson seethes.

“Samuel and Danny are at your mom’s place. But Anderson, please listen to me! I love you, please give me one more chance! We don’t need to divorce, we can stay together and take care the kids stay. I won’t cheat on you. The kids don’t need to get involved, nothing!” Dalia says, and starts to cry.

“I don’t give a fuck, Dalia. You better have your stuff packed by the time I get home.” Anderson says and hangs up the phone.

The light turns green. He puts the phone away and continues driving.

***

He arrives at Fazbear’s Fright, with no one in sight. He pulls out his phone, and starts to listen to the voicemail from Clay.

“Anderson, I’m just double-checking on you. Hopefully you don’t get into a fight, I don’t want that to happen. Make sure to have a civil conversation. Please behave yourself.”

He turns around and sees a truck pull up. It’s Landon. Anderson gets out of the car, and walks towards the truck. Landon gets out of the truck in his Freddy suit.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS UP, PUSSY?!” Landon screams, “You mad that I fucked your wife?”

Anderson sighs.

“You mad, bro? I can tell.” Landon says, and walks towards Anderson.

“Let’s start this shit.” Anderson says, and starts to crack his fingers.

Landon starts to scream and runs towards to Anderson. Anderson gets ready to throw a punch, same goes to Landon but it is too late. Anderson throws a punch to Landon and falls backwards.

Anderson starts to throw punches to him on the ground. Landon manages to throw a punch and knock Anderson backwards. Landon gets up and tries to punch Anderson but gets kicked. He starts to roll over to the hole. He screams and manages to grab metal.

Anderson stands up and walks to Landon.

“Welp, you’re about to die. How does that feel? After fucking somebody’s wife and causing them to get a divorce. Hm.. karma. Like you know, Landon… I trusted you even though we just met. I told you everything like me having trust issues, but you used that to your advantage because you’re a low life moron who works only to probably manipulate the person who’s trying to have protection in their house and give that to the company you work for. You know, I’ll be surprised if you survive. That looks like a very deep hole-- that’s what he said! Sorry, anyway. I don’t even think you’ll survive, and if you do. Don’t bother me at all. Go bother Dalia for what I care. So I’m not gonna help you. Enjoy rotting down there.” Anderson said and walks away.

“I’M SLIPPING! OH FUCK HELP ME PLEASE!” Landon screams, trying to get up.

Anderson walks back to Landon.

“I’ll make you no longer slippery.” Anderson says and pretends to give out his hand and Landon lifts his hand towards Anderson. “JUST KIDDING!”

He brings up his hand and stands up and steps on Landon’s fingers. Landon screams and proceeds to fall down into the hole.

“Hehe.. I’m so fucking evil.” Anderson murmurs while walking to his car. He gets inside and drives off.