#I will probably draw the blob (and maybe even the mimic) next to him

[concerned-wet-floor-sign-bot]

I am working on drawing burntrap! I am working very hard on it and it is difficult.

he’s definitely the hardest thing I’ve tried to draw so-far.

how is someone who’s drawing’s of FT Freddy turned out like this compared to how he really looks

draw this corpse bunny man?

I have no idea! But I am trying very very hard and I am definitely proud of him so-far.

now i just want to draw burntrap, the blob, and the mimic just chilling together in the bacement..

[the-kings-tail-fin]

Hi! Hope you’re doing well!! Mind if I ask ya to write a short fanfic on if Jackson were to have a son or daughter and what his intentions would be? What would he like his kid to be when he’s he gets older? Does he like the idea of being a father in the first place? Thank you very much!!

Hope YOU’RE doing well, anon! :) I’ve seen various conversations around the fandom discussing what he’d be like as a father, and they’re all quite good. I’ll see what I can do :) I’m gonna skip the infant stage and go straight to him dealing with a young child. I’m assuming the child came out of a one-night stand or a broken relationship, and he just now gets custody every so often.

“I’m so excited to finally get to meet her. I love children just so, so much!”

“Don’t make a scene, Gale. I don’t wanna draw attention.”

They were waiting in the far end of a rest stop parking lot on the side of I-40, waiting for the child’s mother to show up for the switch. Things had changed a lot over the past five years, and the kid had just been the beginning of it all. 

Jackson sighed. He felt responsible for his own mistakes and wanted to make up for them, but at the same time, he still held a little resentment towards his daughter’s mother. They were never together, just young and drunk and stupid. Somehow, something wonderful still came out of that.

“Here they come! Jackson, I see them!” Gale whispered excitedly.

He lifted his eyes and saw them enter the parking lot. Jackson was suddenly very antsy, at a loss for what to say. They’d been swapping custody of her for nearly three months now, why was he so nervous? Was it Gale looming over him? Normally she wasn’t there, maybe that was it. No, he knew himself better than that. 

“Alright, sweetie, here you go! Have fun at daddy’s house, okay?”

The sweetness of the woman’s tone almost made him angry, but he didn’t have any valid rationale as to why. He didn’t hate her. Deep down he knew he was just jealous that Maria was more attached to her mom than she was to him.

“Bye, mama.” she said, grabbing a bag full of things and heading up the ramp to Jackson’s trailer.

“Hey there, Maria.” Jackson moved back to make room for her and closed the ramp without ever making eye contact with the car waving goodbye outside.

“Hi, Daddy.” she said with a small smile. “I made you something!”

“Oh?” he didn’t have to act surprised.

She dug around in her bag and pulled out a slightly folded piece of paper with colored scribbles all over it, and gave it to him. He awkwardly took it and looked at it. He had no idea what it was.

“Do you like it?” she asked, wiggling in anticipation.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I sure do.” he sputtered, laying it down next to him.

“It’s you!” she went on to explain. “You won five trophies in one race!”

That’s not how it works. He thought, knowing better to tell her that to her face. But now he could see it, sort of. That black blob? That was him, he was pretty sure. Those gold and silver sticks? Trophies? This picture looked like a disillusioned Picasso a la crayons.

“It’s great, kid.” he complimented her again. “You’re good at art.”

“I want to be an artist when I grow up.”

“An artist?” 

“Yeah!”

He watched her take more coloring supplies out of her bag and spread them all over the floor of his trailer. Some pages already had marks on them, but she used them anyway. Humming a little tune, she went to work as Gale took them home.

Jackson watched her, but didn’t say anything for the longest time. She was content to just do her thing. He wished he could have a coherent conversation with her, but she was still just so young. He didn’t know how to reach children.

She had his angular fenders and her mother’s eyes. He never would have guessed the combination would make for such a cute kid. She was going to be a heartbreaker one day, he could see it.  Even now, he felt protective of her.

“Uh, why - why do you want to be an artist?” he asked hesitantly.

“’Cause it’s fun!” she exclaimed without ever looking up. “I can draw all day long.”

What did he expect? A thesis on how she thought her art could contribute to the world? He took a deep breath and searched for something else to say.

“So, uh, what do you want to do this week?”

“I dunno.” she shrugged, applying a heavy coat of yellow to the upper left corner of a sheet of paper. 

“We can do something. Together. Whatever you want.” he felt himself getting desperate. She trusted and tolerated him, sure, but did she really want to be around him? In his mind, the jury was still out on that. 

“I’ll think about it.”

Jackson sat quietly for the rest of the short trip home, watching her color away abstractedly. Defeated. By a five year old. Come on, Storm. You can do better. Can’t you?

“We’re home!” Gale said cheerily through the comm as she parked the trailer outside his house.

Maria hurriedly shoved all her things back into her carry bag and turned to face the ramp. As it lowered, she grew ever more excited at the sight of the mansion. It was like going on vacation every time she got to come visit.

“I’m gonna run to the store and get a couple things for dinner, okay? Is there anything you want?” Gale was unhitched and around to the back of the trailer before Maria had even got off the ramp.

“No, thanks.” she answered politely, gazing up at the big, excited black semi.

“You sure?” Jackson asked. “You can have whatever you want.”

“It’s okay, dad. Let’s go inside!” she made a beeline for the door, leaving Jackson momentarily alone with Gale.

“I don’t know about ‘whatever she wants’. Maybe, like, one or two things.” Gale said absentmindedly.

“You don’t have to go to the store for me, Gale. I’ll manage alright. I have the tastebuds of a little kid anyway. She’ll find something she likes.” Jackson’s voice fell a little. Gale could tell he wasn’t excited.

“Hmm.” she observed him for a moment. “Alright. But I’ll be back in the morning! I’m not passing up my chance to play with her.”

Jackson nodded, but said nothing. His daughter was already waiting at the door, staring at him expectantly.

“One more thing, Jackson.” Gale added as she turned to leave. “Don’t try too hard, okay?”

She left before he had a chance to ask her what that meant. He sighed and went to open his front door.

Maria rushed inside and immediately started giggling, driving around in circles, simply enjoying the open foyer. The back side of his house was nothing but windows that overlooked the desert city at the bottom of the mountain. It made the whole place seem so much bigger and freeing, like the whole world was theirs.

He smiled as he watched her drive over and gaze out the window.

“You like the view?”

“Mm-hm. I’m on top of the world!” she exclaimed, pressing her front bumper against the glass.

He chuckled and took a moment to enjoy it with her. He didn’t ever spend much time up here, but it was times like these that made him wish he could.

“Let’s go put your stuff up, and have some fun, alright?” he said, taking her bag from her and leading her to her room.

He’d paid an outrageous amount for a Californian designer to come in and put her room together. This little girl had it all - a canopy bed fit for royalty, a full sized playhouse, custom furniture, toys - you name it, he’d gotten it for her.

“I feel like a princess.” she giggled, remembering how much she loved it all.

“You should. You’re my princess.” he gave her a little tap on the side, sending her into another fit of laughter. 

After she’d calmed down from the excitement of reuniting with the house, Jackson took her back into the living room and turned on some music for background noise, purely out of habit.

“What do you want to do now?” he asked her, looking around. Usually this was where he’d play video games until the wee hours of the morning. She probably wasn’t into that at all. What else did he have to offer?

She thought about it and looked around, but couldn’t help but focus on the beat coming through the surround sound. There weren’t any words to the song, just bass drops and exciting riffs. She started to wiggle to the beat.

“Dance party!” she exclaimed, spinning around and jumping up and down to the rhythm of the song. “Come on, dad!”

“Uh.” he was not expecting that. 

She eagerly looked at him with wide eyes and an ever bigger grin. He glanced around. He didn’t dance for anyone but himself. Never in public, he always reminded himself.

But this wasn’t in public. It was just him and her, and she had apparently inherited his taste in music and impulse to move with it.

“You wanna learn how to dance? Alright, then.”

He turned the music up a little louder and started showing off. She absolutely loved it, screaming and laughing every time he pulled off a complicated move. She’d try to mimic him and completely butcher the movement, but he’d applaud her anyway. The next hour was just her jumping around and him learning to enjoy himself again. It was freeing for the both of them.

She decided when the dance party was over. She was winded and exhausted, but happy. Jackson turned the music back down and took her into the kitchen for a drink, feeling like he’d just been through a workout.

“That was so fun!” she said, taking a large sip of her drink.

“Yeah, it was!” he agreed. “You’re good. Really good.”

“Maybe one day I’ll be good as you!”

Those words shot straight to the center of his soul. They probably shouldn’t have, they were probably meaningless, but they told him that she did look up to him in some regard, even something as insignificant as dancing. It was a step in the right direction for him, and all he’d had to do was not overthink what he was doing. Maybe this was what Gale was getting at…

“Can we watch a movie?” she asked.

“Okay, which one?”

“Be right back!”

She zipped off towards her room while Jackson situated a bunch of pillows in front of his wall-sized television screen. He flipped it on and navigated to the right input while he waited. She came back holding a DVD case.

“This is one of my favorites.” she said, giving it to him.

“Finding Nemo, eh?” he’d heard of it, but never seen it himself. 

He didn’t have anything against family movies, but historically speaking he did have trouble staying awake during them. He’d try his hardest this time.

As the movie started, Maria snuggled up right next to him, intent on the screen in front of her. Jackson situated a few more pillows around them so it was like they were in a big pillow nest. Perfect and cozy and very sleepover-esque. Little girls liked that, right?

What the actual - Two minutes into the movie. Practically a mass murder scene. This is a family movie? What? Jackson was hooked, hesitant if this was actually fit for kids, but hooked. He’d be staying awake for this. It said it was rated G, right?

It got better, more innocent, anyway. Jackson found the movie’s sense of humor surprisingly not an annoyance. Maria’s giggles were a form of entertainment all of their own, and he spent as much time paying attention to her as he did the film. Her presence relaxed him, and for once in his life he felt not in a hurry to do anything but enjoy the moment.

The sun had set by the time the movie was over. Jackson found himself dealing with a strange new emotion. For the first time he actually felt like a father, like a responsible father. Was he getting old? Soft? He wasn’t sure. Maybe Disney had just pulled some sort of magic spell on him where he’d identified with a character too much.

Maria yawned and stretched as Jackson took the DVD out of the player and placed it back in the case. She took it from him and tried to blink the sleepiness away.

“Time for bed?” he asked quietly.

She nodded and yawned again. He accompanied her to her room and watched as she put her things away and crawled up into the bed. He tucked her in, making sure she had everything she needed.

“Daddy, can I ask you a question?” she asked, eyes half closed.

“Of course. You can ask me anything.”

“If I got kidnapped or went missing, you’d come look for me, right? Like Marlin did?” 

He was wholly unprepared for an inquiry of this magnitude. His voice caught in his throat before he ever opened his mouth. He reached out and stroked her side in a calming manner.

“Of course I would.” it sounded like a pubescent boy speaking instead of a grown man. “Across the oceans and everything.”

“Okay. I love you, daddy.”

“Love you, too, baby girl.”

He rushed out the door, feeling the waterworks forming in his eyes. He paced the distance from the front door to the kitchen and back many times, trying to keep from breaking down. Thinking on a whim that maybe fresh air would help, he went outside and out of habit approached his trailer.

The ramp was still down as he’d been too distracted to close it earlier. He went to go push the button, but froze as he saw a piece of paper still resting on the floor. He entered to look at the drawing she’d given him earlier. It was so clear now what she wanted to show him.

He picked it and pinned it to the wall where he could always see it. If this was how she saw him, then he had to make her proud.

Five trophies in one race? Alright. Let’s see what we can do.