F.N.A.F. | In the Flesh | A.U. | "We Need To Talk About Jackson" | Part 4

At this time—especially at this point—I pretty much knew he was mentally unstable, and it made me more inclined to want to set up some kind of babysitting arrangement to protect the child from him. What am I supposed to say?

I looked into his eyes, and his face changes to something... Demonic. I could tell he had planned something awful for me. I thought, "Wait a minute, something is deeply wrong with Jackson. He's looking at me like he hates me."

so I thought, "Okay, now I know he's trying to kill me." Instantly, I argued, "What does that mean?!"

and Joe tried to calm me down as I was screaming, "No—What did you mean by that? Because I'm rich! So, I've been giving you a lot of money to afford that baby!

suddenly you're going to threaten me and say, 'Oh boy, I'm sorry for what I'm about to do to you for the next nine months,' when I've been helping you these past six months with childcare???

what are you planning to do to me?"

I don’t know how to describe this level of madness. All I can say is that it was a degree of instability I had never encountered in my life.

Then Jackson just sat there and went on what I can only describe as an AM style hate speech.

I say that because the length and the manic tone didn’t matter as much as the content. It wasn’t a rant—it was more like a disturbing confession.

Jackson started with: "So... Mr. Trotter... I am mostly aware that I am the father of Cailee, but a small part of me fears she might be Matt's child... Because a couple weeks ago, Jason, who also helps me out with Cailee—because I guess Matt conveniently forgot about Jason's contributions with Matt's narcissistic, evil, wicked, ugly self, because Matt is a very narcissistic person who thinks of yourself as some kind of genius...

You see, Matt... Samantha...

Well... she liked to be around you. You guys were friends, so I know why you're upset that she died... But at the same time, like... I had—I had doubts... And so I was Like... should I do this to you? Should I not?"

And me—Matt—I was like, "What are you talking about?" while my boss just stared at him, bracing himself.

I don’t think he expected what this man was going to say next.

To be continued...