2. Just Your Average Investigation

2. Just Your Average Investigation is the second video of The Record of Stan Frederick. It was uploaded on March 22nd, 2016. 
== YouTube Description ==
So this is a pretty decent summary of what I've been doing since 2013.
Ahh, the simple life of a "Signal Disruptor".
That's the thing I call myself.
== Transcript ==
[Video begins with Stan's left hand planted on the framing of a green door. The top two-thirds of his index finger are gone, leaving just a nub. The corner of the frame labels this as "MARCH 22", the subtitle being "VIRGINIA". There's a jingle of a doorbell, and then the door opens.]
Stan: Oh, hey, Dylan. 
Dylan: How're you doing, Stan?
[They shake hands. Stan steps inside.]
Stan: Nice to meet you. Uh, yeah, let's just cut to the chase, if you could just show me where you saw him, you know?
Dylan: Okay. Right this way.
[Dylan starts up the stairs.]
Stan: Oh, cool.
[Cut: Stan and Dylan look down on Dylan's front yard from the second floor. Stan zooms in on the wintery grass and on a green post sticking out of it.]
Stan: So, that's where he was standing?
Dylan: That's where he was standing.
Stan: Which-- which way was he looking?
Dylan: He was looking over to the right.
Stan: Oh, out to the side? He wasn't looking at you, or anything?
Dylan: No.
Stan: Okay, do me a favor, take me outside, just show me exactly where he was standing, if that's alright.
[Cut: Stan and Dylan are on the front yard, now, walking to the place "he" was standing.] 
Stan: Okay, so... I'm gonna need you to point me in the exact direction of where the guy was facing.
[Dylan walks to stand closer to Stan and extends his arm, pointing towards the treeline, beyond the driveway of the house.]
Stan: Oh. He was facing this way?
Dylan: Yeah. 
Stan: Okay. [Under his breath:] Ah, crap. [Normal volume:] I thought initially that, you know, he was just looking out into the woods. Sometimes, he does this thing where he just kind of walks around and he could be looking for anybody. So. But, it looks like he might actually be staring at the driveway. So... if somebody was parking here, or if your wife was coming home at a specific time he might have been staring, he might have been looking at her. So, he might be after somebody here just as well. So I'm not-- I'm not sure, so I'm going to have to make sure. I'm gonna take a walk into the woods. I'm gonna see if I can confront him. Just stay here, okay? Or go back inside, or whatever. I'll be back in less than an hour.
[Stan starts walking off towards the woods. Dylan seems to turn to head back inside.]
Stan: This shouldn't take long. It's pretty standard. Let's hope! Wonder how far the lake is from here...
[Cut: Stan films tree branches, and then his path, and then a dead bird.]
Stan: Okay, shit. You know, so far, from what I've seen, Virginia is very quaint. Just... wonderful, wonderful place to visit. Then again, I've only seen the parts of it that are kind of... uh, gross. Jesus Christ. And, oh, fuck me.
[Stan arrives at the edge of a lake. It's muddy, covered in small dead branches and various weeds and grasses.]
Stan: End of the line. I mean, it kind of makes sense, I've been walking around for probably about an hour now.
[Stan turns the camera on himself, makes a sort of non-impressed face before he looks off.]
Stan: I don't really know where to go from here. I mean, you know, except for down.
[He steps forwards onto sand.]
Stan: Oh, good, it's actually not that wet. Jesus... I should turn back, but. I kind of wanted to knock this out today. Yeah... fuck. You know, nature looks really pretty from far away.
[Stan zooms in on the muddy, grassy, rocky, sandy lake shore.]
Stan: But up close, it actually tends to be pretty gross--
[He turns and plants his foot directly into a puddle of mud.]
Stan: --oh, Jesus Christ! Okay. Alright.
[Cut: dappled with distortion and frame skipping, Stan sets his camera down amongst the grasses and turns to go and sit by a barren tree. The audio has fog to it; the frame blurs completely when Stan settles down.]
Stan: It's me again! You know the drill, just... come on out. 
[A flash. The frame gets sharper, then glitches, then loses its color balancing. Stan briefly startles, looking up at a point out of frame. When he picks the camera up from the floor and turns it to what he's seeing: it's the Man in Black. Slenderman, glitching in frame, the dead grass momentarily overlaying him as his tentacles sway idly.]
Stan: [Under his breath:] Oh, Jesus.
[The distortion pings.]
Stan: Remember me? It's been a while since the last time--
[The Man in Black slaps the camera out of Stan's hands with one of its tentacles. When the camera lands, Stan is crumpled to the ground in front of the Man, frame glitching. Stan gets to his feet.]
Stan: I guess I deserved that. You got anything else?
[The Man in Black nods its head, and the distortion intensifies, drowning the audio and video in drones and glitches. Stan falls to his knees and clutches his head, wincing and groaning as it attacks him. He punches the ground as the distortion flattens out, struggling to his feet again.]
Stan: Is that all you got?
[The Man in Black nods its head again, and the frame blacks out. Stan is unable to finish his sentence; he cuts himself off in a wince. The distortion sharpens, rattles, and then clears as the Man teleports away, leaving only Stan on the ground and the squawking of birds. He gets to his feet, clearly pained and fighting it, pressing the back of his hand to the space under his nose to see if it's bleeding. He shrugs.]
Stan: S'that it? 
[Stan walks towards the camera.]
Stan: Hope you didn't break my camera.
[He picks it up and checks it for damages, filming his shoes.]
Stan: It's still good... 
[Stan rotates the camera to point towards his face-- no bloody nose.]
Stan: Nothing. 
[Cut: Stan has returned inside, with Dylan on a chair next to a bed.]
Stan: Okay, so! Pretty standard investigation, went out into the woods and I... I spent a little while out there, as you probably guessed, you know, I'd been out for a while. But I found him.
Dylan: So you did.
Stan: Yeah! And, um, I drove him off. He's not gonna be bothering you for at least another year, or something like that.
Dylan: You got rid of him?
Stan: Yeah! He's, he's gone for a bit. But, he will be back eventually, so when he is, I want you to take the number that I gave you, and call me back, okay? 
Dylan: Alright.
Stan: And, as soon as you see him-- if you see him, or any of your kids see him, or your wife sees him, just give me a call immediately, I'll be back within the month, okay?
Dylan: Alright.
Stan: Alright, man, listen. Thank you so much.
[Stan and Dylan shake hands.]
Stan: You know, um, be very careful, and just-- just watch out, okay?
[Dylan nods. Stan picks up his camera, and the video ends.]