#Fnaf jump for tickets

[tobymybaby]

Fazbear frights books 6-11(not counting 12 since I never read it) are so underrated , I need more Toby,Chris, Hudson,Colton, Payton, and Mott fanart/fanfic!

[artblooger19moon]

Coils the Birthday Clown

FNAF belongs to Scott Cawthon

[astroboyzzzzz]

Colton from jump for tickets design because I'm mad that it's getting a comic

Fun fact I am Colton's biggest fan and he's my actual favorite fnaf character

Also Colton x chris ship art

[bonnielunkas]

thinking about coils and how he's the most ever thank you

[askthefazbearfrightscharacters]

Colton, how did you feel when Aidan first came up to you after you died? Have you seen him again since?

(I'm so sorry for not posting a lot here- I'm trying to post a bit more here. I've just been really busy lately. So forgive me for the slow updates-)

[tobymybaby]

NO FOR REAL

And ive noticed that people will usally villanize the teenagers in fazbear frights and act like some of the adults did nothing bad (cough cough Matt and Joel)

I seen a blog where alec was villainized so badly and Matt was given a redemption arc, why was the adult man Misogynist allowed a redemption arc and not a 15 year old teenage boy with parents who play favorites

Ive also seen that reddit post was very suprise to see Toby and Payton ranked so low , yes Toby committed vandalism but that shouldn't make him evil , he made mistake that he regretted and feels gulity for why would that make him evil.

I also hate it when people say they desevered death just because they are childern who have flaws and make mistakes .

In conclusion I will defend Millie,Sarah,Alec,Pete,Toby,Reed,Chris,Colton,Payton,Edward, Jessica and Mott with my life

(I'm also defending Devon but not for the creeping on Heather)

if you say the kids in faz frights desvered it bechase they were mean for like 5 sentences or stupid I hope you wear wet socks for the rest of ur life

[nicky-2731]

Follow a trend on Twitter

[fazfrightsquotes]

Millie: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes...

Millie: ...And violently jerk their head until it snaps.

Greg: ...That took an unexpected turn.

Colton: So did their neck.

[fazbearfrightsbracket]

( NOTE : regardless of how many ' i didn't read this ' a poll gets, the story with the most votes will still move on! )

[strangechildproductions]

Gonna lay down for a nap, about half way through the chapter. Might delete some of this because it's absolutely unnecessary info to the current chapter but 100% canon (To this AU) so have it anyway

might leave it IDK. Either way I didn't want it to get lost.

[tobymybaby]

My Gacha life 2 designs for Colton and coils, don’t worry about coils, he just silly :> (totally not possessed by Colton)

AHHH I LOVE EM SO MUCH

[viviliqu]

I totally forgot about my Gacha phase and got gl 2 just to make Devon and coils🥰(I’m still working in the Devonngetting therapy thing)

[iekeejkeek]

Ticket everybody?

[fluentmoviequoter]

Haunted Art Museum

Fluffy Friday, October 27, 2023

Fic-tober Masterlist

Summary: Dalton invites you to accompany him to a haunted art museum.

Warnings: fluff, brief mentions/implications of the Further, art slander (I really don't get modern art. I'm sorry), the beginning of a dirty joke. 1.4k+ words.

A/N: So sorry this is late (I went to see FNAF on Friday and just now had a chance to finish this)! Also, this is inspired by my recent trip to the art museum and very self-indulgent. Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think! :)

“Wait, it’s haunted?” you ask as you read the flyer.

Dalton chuckles as he looks at you. “That’s what they said. It’s a Halloween show, so I guess they’re going all out.”

“And you want me to go with you?” Dalton nods, and you clarify, “Is this a date?”

“That was the goal,” Dalton answers sarcastically. “Unless you don’t want it to be, then we can just go as friends,” he adds quietly.

“I’m only going if it’s a date.”

Dalton smiles as he turns in his seat to face you. “Good.”

✵✵✵✵✵

You walk into the museum with your hand tucked safely into Dalton’s. He leads you to the desk in the lobby, smiling as you look around at the unique architecture and pictures of past displays. While he gets your tickets, his thumb rubs circles on the back of your hand.

Dalton leads you away from the desk and uses your linked hands to turn you toward him. When you’re facing him, he smiles at you before peeling the visitor sticker from the paper and smoothing it onto your shirt. After he puts his sticker on as well, he leads you to the door and opens it, gesturing for you to go first.

The museum is quiet and dark, not for lack of patrons, but because it’s late and the “haunted” angle was approached full force. As you walk down a slightly curved hallway, Dalton picks up a brochure titled “How to Get the Most out of Your Museum Visit.” You playfully roll your eyes as he smiles and slips it into his pocket.

When you reach the first exhibit, it’s a dark hallway filled with statues (obviously influenced by the Greeks). You look sideways as Dalton, and he barks a quick laugh before pressing his face against your shoulder to silence himself.

“Do not say a word,” he whispers harshly, trying his hardest not to laugh.

“I didn’t. Just wondering how accurate those proportions are,” you whisper with a shrug.

“I just said not to say anything!”

“Fine, I’ll stop.”

Dalton nods and looks away, and you whisper, “For now.”

The hallway of statues ends abruptly, and you pull the door open for Dalton as you exit. One of the pictures on the wall in the next hallway moves, and Dalton jumps beside you, his grip tightening on your hand. You can’t stop the chuckle that comes out but quickly turn serious when you notice the look on Dalton’s face.

“Are you okay? You want to keep going or go upstairs?” you ask gently, raising your free hand to his cheek.

“I’m fine, just wasn’t expecting it. Keep holding my hand and I’ll be fine,” Dalton answers, leaning his face against your hand.

In the second exhibit, Dalton’s eyes light up at the numerous walls covered in oil paintings. He walks to the first one, pulling you along with him, and begins studying it. While he stops before each painting to study it, you watch him. You watch his profile as his eyes flit around the canvas, pausing every few seconds to take something in. Your eyes stay on him even between the paintings, and when the corners of his lips quirk up in front of a specific painting, part of you wants to look at it, but you can’t look away from his smile. From the few pieces you did see before you got distracted by Dalton, you concluded that Dalton was a better artist, and the cute reactions he has to each new painting have you completely enraptured.

“What do you think about this one?” Dalton asks, tugging lightly on your fingers as he turns to you.

You smile as you answer, “You could do better. And we’re way better looking than them.”

Dalton playfully rolls his eyes, but he can't disagree with you. He smiles and asks if you are ready for the next exhibit. You nod and lean to kiss his cheek quickly, unable to contain your love for him any longer. As you walk, you pull the brochure from his pocket and read it, laughing at the page titled “When Looking at Art.” Dalton looks sideways at you but remains silent.

“Please tell me this isn’t modern art,” you whisper as he opens the door.

His smug smile is the only answer you need, and your shoulders drop as you walk past him into the room. The large art installations have no discernable shape or subject. Despite Dalton’s past endeavors to help you understand the point, you still can’t.

“It looks like trash heaps, Dalton,” you complain quietly, wrapping your free hand around his bicep as you lean against his side.

“Look for the meaning,” Dalton encourages.

“You sound like the brochure: take a breath, what do you see that reminds you of yourself?” you tease. “It’s trash, all of it reminds me of trash.”

Dalton shakes his head and pulls you closer to his side, then gets distracted as he watches a person-shaped being slip into the shadows before disappearing. You watch his face as his eyes widen and his brows furrow, but you don’t see anything when you look ahead. His breath picks up slightly, and you turn his face toward yours.

“It’s a fake haunted museum, Dalton, everything is okay.”

When he nods and squeezes your hand, you lean him to the second to last exhibit, all abstract art. The room is brighter to highlight the art, and despite the sudden need to squint, you are glad for the light.

“What do you see in that one?” you whisper as you point to a large area covered with sand.

“Um, a giraffe,” Dalton answers, relaxing slightly at your side.

“Where?”

He points to the neck and relaxes further. “There’s a girl reading in the background of the blue one,” he adds, gesturing to the back wall.

“Whoa, I can totally see that one!” you agree, leading him to that wall.

You spend more time in the abstract exhibit than the others, looking for hidden pictures and meanings. Once you’ve looked at every piece, Dalton leads you to the last room, filled with photography. Dalton pulls his hand from you as you split up, determined to find a picture you think the other would like or that reminds you of them. You view each piece slowly, eager to find the perfect one. When you find it, you turn to find Dalton and nearly run into him as you turn a corner.

“You find one?” he asks as he pulls you into his arms.

“I did. You?”

Dalton nods and asks to see yours first. You lead him to a large, framed image of a boy sitting on a roof and pointing to a bright star. He kisses the crown of your head as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“I love it. Good job. My turn?”

You nod, and Dalton moves to your side, walking around two corners before stopping in front of a black-and-white picture of a woman sitting in a tree, writing or drawing in a notebook on her lap.

“You did way better than me. That’s the best piece I’ve seen all night,” you say, leaning into Dalton’s side as his arm wraps around your shoulders.

✵✵✵✵✵

Leaving the museum, you find yourself tucked warmly under Dalton’s arm, not feeling any of the October chill.

“Excuse me?” a boy who looks to be nine or ten asks. “Is the museum really haunted?”

Dalton purses his lips to think before he smiles and says, “Hard to say. I thought I saw some of the paintings move, but you look braver than me so maybe you can make sure.”

The boy smiles brightly and yells a thank you over his shoulder as he returns to his mom, who waves at you before leading him into the museum.

“Is it actually haunted?” you ask as you continue walking.

“No clue. Those paintings did move, and I saw something in the shadow, but who knows. Want to go again tomorrow and find out?”

“You know, one day it’ll be your work in there and you won’t be able to keep me away.”

“Wouldn’t want to. Besides, you’ll be in every picture,” Dalton answers, pulling you to a stop before he kisses you under a streetlamp, oblivious to any moving paintings or shadows as he imagines what his picture of this moment will look like.

[nicky-2731]

While the friends fight, their girlfriends have a nice conversation as friends jsjs

[fazfrightsquotes]

Sarah: Why isn’t the animatronic smirking at me?

Millie: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re

all just imagining it.

Oscar: Three people saw it, Millie. How do you

explain that?

Millie: *points at Greg* Sleep deprivation. *points at Colton* Paranoia. *points at Devon* Delusional personality disorder.