Here's chapter two! Much earlier than expected, I know. I've had some time on my hands, because one: it's my summer break, and two: I've been in a bit of a depressive mood lately due to some personal life inconveniences and such. I'm still feeling that way, honestly, but at least the space has been nice. I intend to keep it that way, too. Kudley's been feeling a bit overwhelmed recently, so all she asks for is a bit of space ^-^;;

Thanks to you guys and all of your support, I decided to continue this kinky little story of mine. Enjoy :3

(Remember: ABDL, infantilism, ageplay, diapers, and all that weird stuff ahead, as well as some language and probably some typos. Please respect these elements in the review section. Again, I'll get around to fixing them soon.)

"Wh-what…what are you doing in here?!"

Bonnie chuckled nervously, tightening his grip on the…the diaper in his paw while he avoided all eye contact with the flush-red Freddy Fazbear. "This looks bad, doesn't it?"

Freddy didn't move. He stood, completely frozen in place, ears dropping and face glowing brightly, even in the dim lighting of his closet. His eyes were fixated on not Bonnie, but the adult-sized diaper clutched to said purple rabbit's chest. The tophatted bear began to breathe heavily - shakily - clenching his fists while his entire body trembled. Bonnie was starting to feel a little unnerved.

"Umm, l-look Freddy…I-I swear I wasn't trying to snoop around in here! I-I mean, uh, actually I was, b-but not on purpose! I…I was worried, and-…Freddy, where are you going?"

Bonnie was a bit more than surprised when Freddy turned his back on him. At first he thought that the bear was giving him the cold shoulder, but no. Freddy let out a sob, covering his blushing face with his paws and letting his tears fall unrestrained while he rushed over to his bed, throwing himself down onto the mattress and attempting to "bury" himself under the covers.

"Y-you must hate me!" Freddy sniffled, not even trying to keep his cool. "Y-you think I'm a… a freak! I'm sick, I'm disgusting…I'm a disgrace!"

Bonnie felt a sharp stab of guilt in his chest as he watched his leader and closest friend completely break down right in front of him. He had never, ever seen the bear in such a state of despair like this before. In fact, this would've been the first time he had ever seen Freddy cry.

"Freddy, please…" Bonnie tried to reason with him, slowly approaching the bear's bedside. "It's okay… I don't think you're a freak. Please don't cry because of me! I didn't mean to embarrass you! I was…I was just curious about what you've been hiding from us all. I thought I could prove to you that I was a good friend if I found out on my own and tried to help you through it."

"Nobody can 'help me through this'!" Freddy whimpered. "What…what I do is sick! It's sick and wrong! I don't deserve anyone's friendship or support. I'm an Adult Baby. I like to dress up like an infant and act like one too to make myself feel better; to get rid of stress. I like diapers and rattles and pacifiers, and because of that, I'm a freak!"

Bonnie wanted more than anything to slap Freddy senseless if he called himself a "freak" one more time. Sure, this whole adult baby thing was fairly odd…no-no, scratch that. It was really fucking weird. But this was Freddy; his best friend, his buddy, the leader singer of their band... Freddy Fazbear: the perfect paragon of manners and propriety.

And he had just admitted that he liked pretending to be a baby.

Now, knowing Bonnie, had Freddy been a complete stranger to him, he would have been pretty quick to judge. Heck, he probably would have agreed with the whole "freak" thing. But he loved Freddy like a brother, and had known him for too long to leave him in the dust like this...especially after what he'd done.

Bonnie opened his mouth to say something; to convince Freddy that there was nothing wrong with his…ehh…interest. To tell him that it was his life and his decisions, and he had the free will to do whatever he wanted. To apologize for invading his personal property and going through his most secret possessions. While those may or may not have been the right things to say, Bonnie knew it wouldn't make Freddy feel any less insecure.

Then what would?

That's when he got another idea. One that would work for sure. Freddy wanted to know if he was okay with all of this, huh? Even if he didn't actually say so, Bonnie knew that's what the bear was thinking. Freddy needed to feel accepted. He needed some real comfort. The kind he obviously liked.

Freddy continued to cry silently into his mattress; hoping (yet secretly dreading) that Bonnie had left. One part of him felt like it was Bonnie's decision to leave, while the other part wanted the rabbit to stay. But that didn't seem like it mattered much. Bonnie had discovered his deepest and darkest secret, and now probably saw him as the freak he thought himself to be. He felt like such an idiot for thinking that his secret kink would always BE a secret. Damn it, he should've found more secure locks for the closet! ... Or better yet, he should've thrown out all his baby stuff in the first place.

"B-Bonnie?" Freddy stammered out, sniffling. "A-are you still here?"

Freddy let out a yelp of surprise when the bedcovers were suddenly ripped away from him. Through a blur of tears, he saw a familiar purple blur standing over him, a smile on his face.

Wait…a smile?

Was he dreaming?

Before Freddy's brain could even register another thought, he yelped again when he felt a warm paw gently encompass both of his ankles, slowly, carefully lifting his legs into the air. His entire body locked up, petrified as a soothing voice that he had fantasized about hearing for years filled his ears.

"Shh, it's okay Freddybear. Daddy's here."

"D-da-" Freddy was promptly cut off by something soft and plastic being pressed into his mouth. His pacifier. It wasn't until he started suckling away at it did the tears flowing down his face began to slow, comfort and emotions he hadn't felt in a long time finally calming him down. His once tense body relaxed when he felt a soft, fluffy material being tucked underneath him and taped around his waist in a few gentle, unhurried motions.

His eyes, now half-lidded and only slightly watery, gazed up at the purple blur above him. Bonnie. Bonnie was right there in front of him, and he was diapering him as if he were the little baby he'd always wanted to be.

This HAD to be a dream.

And yet, even if it was, Freddy wished it wouldn't end.

Bonnie smiled down at his former leader, who was now rocking a thick diaper, suckling a pacifier, and looking right back up at him with adorable tear-filled eyes that made his heart melt at the sight. The shock he had felt minutes before had almost completely evaporated, and now, after putting a diaper on someone he never thought would require it, Bonnie didn't see Freddy Fazbear: prim, proper, and no-nonsense.

Instead, Bonnie saw Freddybear Fazbaby: the cutest little baby bear cub in the whole wide world, who he adored more than anything.

…Why the hell was he thinking like this?! Ugh!

…He couldn't help that Freddy was so gosh darned adorable.

Was it because he was in lo-

Stop right there.

Freddy is your FRIEND, Bonnie.

…No, wait, scratch that again! Bonnie, Freddy is your baby. You're his daddy.

…Oh hell. That was better than admitting his true feelings.

With a satisfied grin, Bonnie flipped down his shades again and watched as Freddy sat up on the bed, which turned out to be pretty difficult with the diaper on. Still, it was a cute thing to have a front-row seat in viewing. "How do ya feel now, Fredster?"

"Bonnee," Freddy's voice muffled out from behind the pacifier, the corners of a smile peeking out as well. Joyful tears streamed down the tophatted bear's face, his blue eyes shining gratefully. "Fank 'oo sho mush…y-yer nod angry wish mee?"

"Of course not!" Bonnie pretended to look offended for a moment or two, putting a paw to his chest while he gasped dramatically. "How could you say such a thing, Freddybear? Dada's not angry at all! In fact, he's super stoked to see his happy lil baby bear! ... For, like, the first time ever. But whatever."

Freddy was about to say something else, but first spit out the pacifier to avoid speaking with an idiotic lisp. "I-I didn't think you would ever want to see or speak to me again after…well…you know. Found my…m-my 'things of interest'."

Bonnie scoffed. "Pfft, cut the crap, Fredhead. Why the heck would I ever stop talking to you, or never want to see you again? You're my best friend! Besides, this is nothin' to me. I've seen a lot worse fetishes out there, and I've had to deal with a few, too. Including this one."

Freddy's face turned red again. "Y-you mean-"

"Yup," Bonnie cut him off a second time, popping the 'P'. "A couple gigs here and there had people like you who were into this kinda stuff. I think it was called inf-"

"Infantilism," Freddy finished for him, sounding a bit disheartened as the words slipped out of him. He lowered his chin to his chest, feeling ashamed. "It's weird, I know."

Bonnie frowned when Freddy picked up his legs and shuffled towards the middle of the bed, turning his back on him. The guitarist couldn't help but giggle as Freddy scooted along on his diapered butt, earning another blush and an adorable frustrated noise from him.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing~" Bonnie sang. He surprised the bear by suddenly jumping onto the bear next to him leaning in with a wide grin on his face. "You just look really cute this way."

Freddy did his best to show that he WASN'T flattered by the compliment in the slightest, but he failed anyway…a smile spreading across his muzzle, as well as another dark red blush.

"Oh."

Bonnie tilted his head. He curled an arm around Freddy's shoulders, pulling him in for a half-hug. "You don't need to be so embarrassed, Fred. I know your secret now… but I'm not judging you for it, now am I? Heck, I just changed you into a diaper, and yet you still think I'm NOT okay with this. I would ask what your problem was, but I think I already know. Furthermore, you actually don't have a problem. If this is what makes you happy, then it's totally fine in my book."

Freddy was silent for several seconds before he took in a deep breath. "Well, thank you. I…I appreciate the…um…"

"Support?" Bonnie chuckled. "Hmm…I'd say powdering your rear end is a little more than support, Fred. What's the word I'm looking for? …Love, maybe?"

Freddy's face turned red again, and though it wasn't quite visible thanks to the light purple color of his fur, Bonnie was sporting a shade of pink on his own face. He grinned.

"What? Can't a guy tell another guy - his baby - that he loves him?"

Freddy sputtered out nothing but syllables for a moment before he managed to find his tongue again. "Bonnie, though I do enjoy indulging in some rather…infantile activities in my spare time, I don't quite believe you when you say that you're truly okay with all of this. And I am most certainly not your baby."

Surprisingly, that last part was hard for him to say (because it was a lie… everybody knew that Freddy was a terrible liar), and it was noticeable too. It was safe to say that Bonnie was especially not convinced by this.

"Uh, yes you are!" Bonnie laughed, knowing how this little argument was going to end (with him winning, of course). "You're not gonna make me think twice about that, Freddybear. Nuh-uh. Dada ain't believing that bucket of bull for one second."

On the inside, Freddy was smiling. His heart was beating so fast that he thought it was going to burst out of his chest in an explosion of sunshine and happiness at any time. This was an amazing moment for him. He was Bonnie's baby now, and nothing he did or said would ever change the rabbit's mind. His dream-come-true was unfolding right in front of him.

Then there was that ever-present feeling of doubt that always seemed to have a special reserved place in the darker parts of his mind. The darker parts that always chastised him for his secret desires and activities. Telling him over and over that he was an adult, and what he was doing for his own happiness was sick, wrong, and unorthodox. He had his own restaurant, for goodness sakes. He wasn't a baby!

There it was again. Making him doubt his own lifestyle and everything that made him feel safe and happy.

Thankfully, Bonnie seemed to understand pretty well…until…

"Although, I gotta ask… you knew this was coming, but… Fred, is this whole adult baby thing…um…sexual?"

NO!

"God no!" Freddy exclaimed, suddenly feeling angry, ashamed, and hurt all over again. He shook his head rapidly, tears stinging in his eyes once more. "No, Bonn…of course it's not. It doesn't have anything to do with actual kids or babies. I don't like it like that at all."

Now THAT would be sick and wrong.

"I just… whenever I'm.. 'dressed up' - so to speak - I feel... safe. Safe, a-and secure, and always protected. It makes me feel young again, too. It's not sexual - never has been - I'd prefer that it never turns out that way, either."

Bonnie nodded, feeling secret relief on the inside.

"I know I don't have much of an excuse to act or dress this way. It sounds ridiculous. It is. But I don't care… yet sometimes, I do. One moment I feel perfectly content, and the next I feel so stupid and childish that I just want to…"

Freddy clenched his fists, which caused a concerned Bonnie to give his shoulder a comforting squeeze.

"I just… I don't want to exist. That's how it makes me feel sometimes." The tears returned. Freddy let out a dry, mirthless laugh as the tears spilled down his face, quickly being wiped away by Bonnie. "Funny, isn't it? The one thing in life that legitimately makes me feel happy, also makes me feel alone and miserable. Guess I can't have it both ways."

He started to sob again. In seconds Bonnie was hugging him, rubbing his back and letting him cry his heart out. The tender embrace lasted much longer than they intended…even after Freddy had stopped crying. Finally, they separated, which wasn't entirely easy to do after getting so used to each other's warmth.

"Thanks," Freddy mumbled, sniffling and rubbing at the dried streaks of tears on his face. Bonnie merely smiled at him. "No, really… thank you so much, Bonnie. You have no idea how much your support means to me…"

"Hey," Bonnie spoke up softly, cupping the bear's chin with one paw and forcing him to look up while his other paw patted his back. He smirked. "I already told you there isn't any reason why you should be embarrassed about all this. If I didn't care, I wouldn't have diapered you, remember?"

Freddy laughed, albeit weakly. He was getting pretty tired, and it showed. "Yeah…" His blue eyes narrowed. "You really didn't have to do that, you know."

"Oh, but I did anyway, didn't I?" Bonnie flashed a cheeky grin. "I think that Dada Bonn was actually pretty smart to have put a diaper on his little baby when he did. Otherwise, little Fweddybear might've had an accident~"

Freddy frowned. "Stop it."

"Alright, alright, no need to be cranky, baby." Bonnie teased. He glanced up at the grandfather clock sitting across from them and noticed the time; how late it was getting. "Well, I dunno about you, but I think it's waaay past a certain little cub's bedtime~"

Freddy rolled his eyes. "Bonnie, it's not even seven thirty yet-" The tophatted bear was cut off when his guitarist friend tapped him on the nose, making it squeak…much to his dismay.

"That's considered bedtime in daddy's book," Bonnie giggled. He was really starting to dig this whole dad thing. "Widdol Fweddybear looks sleepy, yes he does. It's time for beddy-bye~ Now c'mon. You're already padded up, so we won't have to worry about any bedwetting tonight."

Although he didn't say anything, Freddy obviously enjoyed hearing the babytalk and couldn't help but chuckle. "Fine, I'll go to bed," he conceded, crawling up to the front of the bed and snuggling underneath the blankets. He was then of course tucked in by Bonnie (even though he had already done it himself) and had his nose kissed, which made another irritating squeaking sound.

"Night-night, Freddybear~" Bonnie purred, lowering his shades. "Dada will be back tomorrow morning, where we can discuss this whole…thingamabob. Got it?"

"Loud and clear," Freddy smiled to himself, resisting the playful urge to answer back in babytalk. "Goodnight, Bonnie."

"That's somethin' else we're gonna have to talk about pretty freakin' soon. But dada will let it slide for tonight, because he's awesome and is the best dad in the whole world. Love ya, Freddybear."

To Freddy, the urge to say "I love you" back was even harder to resist than the babytalk.

(Again, sorry for any typos. Kudley isn't the greatest proofreader in the world =_=;;)