Oh yeah, one more warning: Filler fetish-material fluff and possible typos ahead. Proceed with caution :D

Freddy wasn't really sure where Bonnie was planning on taking him. All the shame from his earlier ordeal had dispelled after the purple rabbit had coaxed him into finally wetting his diaper, with the promise of helping him when it was all over. This would've been the first time this ever happened, surprisingly enough, considering Freddy had been an ABDL much longer than anyone thought.

He'd always had an inclination towards acting more infantile than allowed as a child - which his parents often scolded him for - and as a teenager he found himself somewhat attracted to the idea of living life as a baby. There was the total freedom aspect of it that he liked, as well as the relaxation, the comforting sensations, and the absolute joy it brought him… all kept a secret, naturally. It wasn't until he had reached an adult age and had a stable job did he start researching and experimenting with his new found obsession.

The one true thing he'd never experimented with, however, was knowing what wetting a diaper felt like.

Thanks to Bonnie - bless him or curse him - he didn't have to wonder anymore.

The initial experience had been highly embarrassing. Freddy wanted to freak out when Bonnie had told him he had no choice but to use the diaper, and he did. It wasn't that he didn't want to (he'd always wanted to, but had chickened out every time), but he was worried how Bonnie would react. He didn't want to burden the purple rabbit with his own troubles and messes to take care of. He was terrified that after this, Bonnie wouldn't speak to him anymore and just forget the whole ageplay thing like it never happened. Freddy felt like using a diaper would be his own responsibility to clean up after, not Bonnie's.

Turns out, Bonnie wanted the exact opposite.

Unbeknownst to Freddy, the guitarist wanted this to happen eventually. That's why he encouraged it in the first place! Of course, he wasn't exactly looking forward to changing a wet diaper (much less Freddy's), but he knew if he did, it would show Freddy how much he cared and how easy it would be to trust him. True lo-… trust is when you're willing to quite literally put up with somebody else's shit and be totally okay with it in the end.

Bonnie smiled to himself. "I'm the greatest best friend ever. Nobody can top my awesomeness."

Still holding onto that smile of his, Bonnie glanced over at Freddy - who he was leading along by the paw behind him - and started cooing to him, as if he were a real toddler. "Who's a good little baby, huh? Who's a cutie bear? You are! You are!"

Freddy - who was just now starting to drift back out of daydream mode - cracked a tiny smile and giggled, much to Bonnie's delight. "Awww! I knew my baby boy had a giggle in there somewhere. And here I thought that Mr. Stork had dropped you off without a sense of humor."

The guitarist then led the now smiling Freddy over to a spot in the middle of the floor and gently sat him down, cringing in anticipation of what was a second away from happening. As expected, Freddy's smile immediately dropped when he felt the soggy diaper squish up against him uncomfortably and he whimpered, looking up at Bonnie with puppy eyes. "Fix it! Fix it!" Those big blue eyes virtually pleaded.

"I know, I know Freddybear…you don't like it." Bonnie looked over and saw Freddy's pacifier lying on the bed. In one big sprint, he reached over and grabbed the binky before walking over to the squirming, whining Freddy and dangling it over his face. Freddy stared at it for a moment in confusion, but accepted it immediately afterwards and started working at suckling on it. His eyes then drooped as he began to relax, making Bonnie chuckle.

"Okay Freddybear, just kick back and relax, little guy. Dada's gonna change your diaper, theeen we can go to rehearsal or whatever, mkay?"

Freddy didn't respond, but obeyed and flopped onto his back, legs sprawling up into the air by reflex. Bonnie laughed at this; it was like his friend had the mind of an actual infant now. Just watching him lay there with a pacifier in his mouth and those gorgeous blue eyes looking totally calm and tranquil made the purple bunny want to squeal from adorableness. But he didn't want to cause Freddy any further embarrassment, so he kept his reassuring smile and got all the supplies he would need for this.

Thank the good pizza lord that Freddy's "secret box" had a lot more baby stuff in there than he realized. Wipes, powder, and all those extra diapers were going to be super handy from now on.

Remembering all his experience from his high school childcare class, as well as the many memories of babysitting his younger cousins, Bonnie took in a deep breath, then got straight to work.

Freddy blushed when he felt the rabbit's paws undoing the buttons on the onesie, peeling it up and exposing the diaper he was wearing, which from sight alone was obviously wet. His blush darkened when he saw Bonnie push up his shades, magenta eyes full of pretend shock.

"Woah, that is one wet diaper!" Bonnie gawked. His smirk returned. "But nothing dada isn't prepared to deal with~ …Hold still, Freddybear. Dada needs his focus."

Freddy instantly went rigid and stayed completely still, not wanting to do or say anything that would deter Bonnie from going through with this. Yeah, sure, it was a little bit more than weird to have one of your closest friends change you (especially since it wasn't necessary in the slightest), but at the same time, letting this happen sounded more than right. So, just like Bonnie was, he was going to allow it, future regret or not.

…Regret didn't disappoint. Freddy was too caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't even feel it when Bonnie unpinned the diaper and was already working to dispose of it. His face turned a whole new shade of red when he realized just what the purple bunny could see from here. Freddy took in a deep breath and continued suckling on the pacifier for reassurance, telling himself that it wasn't that big of a deal. If Bonnie was okay with it, then so was he.

Luckily for him, Bonnie barely even noticed his friend's bareness (in his mind, it was totally an intended pun and you know it) and started cleaning Freddy up with some wipes, whistling casually all the while. Freddy let out a squeak of surprise when he felt the cold solution against him, kicking his feet a bit. Bonnie chuckled at the bear's whining and quickened his pace with the wiping (so far, it wasn't his favorite part either).

"Oh, take a chill pill Freddybear. It's just the wipes. No biggie. Do you want a rash? Cuz if ya do, then I can stop. Yeah, I'd love to see the look on Foxy and Chica's faces when we show up for rehearsal and your butt's all red from diaper rash. Betcha won't complain then, huh?"

Freddy frowned, his pout hidden behind the pacifier in his mouth. Then, seconds later, the ends of a smile started to peek out and Freddy giggled again. "Gotcha," the bear smirked, pointing a finger at the purple rabbit; his fake pout gone. Bonnie was truly taken aback.

"Did you just deceive me, Freddybear?!" He exclaimed, with both mock and genuine shock present in his tone. Freddy merely snickered in reply. Bonnie sighed, unable to hide his defeat as he grabbed the bottle of baby powder and shook it over the bear's lower half. "You little sneak… you know I'M the master of pranks! Now I'm the one who's been fooled. And by my very own cub! How could you?!"

Freddy kept giggling, and after a minute of watching his little cub laugh and squirm, Bonnie had a smile of his own on his face. The rabbit rolled his eyes affectionately, ears flicking. "Freddybear, I think you're one of the biggest troll babies I've ever met. You little rascal - you think it's funny playing tricks on ol' dad, huh?!"

Without thinking, Bonnie reached down, apparently planning on giving Freddy a little tickle when he stopped himself. He knew that Freddy had this special rule where he didn't like to be touched - that mostly involved little kids poking, prodding, or clinging to him, anyway. But Bonnie, however, was worried that the same rule might've applied to older audiences as well.

Freddy's giggling also quieted down, and the bear stiffened a bit, not quite liking what was coming.

Blue eyes met magenta, one of confusion and another of hopeful consent. Bonnie waited for a few tense moments, silently asking for permission. Freddy gave a happy nod and wiggled a bit, smiling up at the guitarist with an "it's okay" grin on his face.

Without further hesitation, Bonnie's smile reappeared and he gave Freddy's stomach a soft tickle, making the bear purr cutely. What Freddy wasn't expecting was the sudden rude-sounding noise followed by a rippling sensation on his stomach, which officially sent him into hysterics.

"Tummy bubbles! Tummy bubbles!" Bonnie chanted before blowing a second raspberry. Freddy was exploding with uproarious laughter, trying to shove the purple rabbit away while more giggles slipped out.

Once again, Bonnie didn't see the adult Freddy Fazbear he knew (and loved) so well. No - he saw a little baby cub - a year old, perhaps even two - a little gigglebox that smelled of baby powder, had the prettiest blue eyes and the sweetest smile in the whole wide world. The innocence and purity was too much for someone as hardcore and badass as Bonnie the Bunny. Not even the power of rock and roll or the loudest and most epic shockwaves of dubstep music could compare to the sheer, almost lethal amount of cuteness that was Freddybear Fazbaby. If cuteness was a weapon, Freddy would be a deadly atomic bomb of adorableness.

"That's enough, that's enough!" Freddy managed to shout between laughs, finally sitting up and scooting away from Bonnie's tickling paws and bubble-blowing lips. Smirking, Bonnie finally gave up, but that didn't stop him from booping the bear's nose (making it squeak, of course).

"You're right, that is enough. Now down you go; we need to get you padded up again, Freddybear."

"Bonni-…dada," Freddy corrected himself blushingly, trying to catch his breath after laughing so much. "I… don't think that's…a good idea."

"Why not?" Bonnie asked. "You ain't a dog, Freddybear. I can't have you going on the floor!"

Freddy's blush didn't fade. "No…I mean we seriously need to get ready for rehearsal. We need to be onstage in ten minutes. This has been a…err…unique morning, but we still have work to do. And you know very well that I can't show up to work in a onesie, diaper, and pacifier. Do you realize how stupid I would look?"

"Aww, my little baby's all grown up again," Bonnie 'sniffled', wiping away an invisible tear. Suddenly, HE was the baby in the relationship. "Do we really have to go?!"

Freddy rolled his eyes at the rabbit's (deliberate) whining and nodded. "Yes, we do. I still need money so I can afford all of my…ehh…things of interest."

"Freddybear, I find it cute when you get all shy 'n stuff about your baby supplies and whatnot, buuut if you call it 'things of interest' one more time, I'll personally glue your pacifier to your mouth to make you shut up." Bonnie grinned at Freddy's reaction (which wasn't a very pleased one). "Also, I'd love to know where you get all your baby stuff anyways. What? Is there an ABDL store down the street or something?"

"As a matter of fact," Freddy stood up. "There is. It's not down the street, though, it's a bit far into the middle of town. About a twenty minute drive or so."

Bonnie's rosy pink eyes bugged. "Wow, really? … Dude, you gotta take me there sometime. I may have some expertise in the world of infantilism, but I wanna see the whole nine yards."

"I might as well," Freddy sighed. "By now you know pretty much everything about me."

"Pretty much?" Bonnie inquired, raising an eyebrow. Another wicked grin. "You mean…there's more about you that I don't know?"

Freddy glared at him - only slightly though. Heck, it was barely even a frown. "Yes… and the same goes for me to you. I hardly know you aside from the fact that you're reckless, a party animal, occasionally irresponsible, and a brute."

"Nuh-uh!" Bonnie argued. "Bunny-Bitch-Bastard Springtrap is the brute. And yeah, sure, I'm a party animal, I'm reckless, and I have no shame admitting it! I'm also ugly and proud. But I assure you, Freddybear… I am so NOT irresponsible."

"How many pet fish have you owned that have died in your care throughout the past five years, Bonnie?"

"…Seven."

"That's better," Freddy nodded. Another frown. "Also, you are most certainly not ugly. You're quite…lovely, just the way you are."

"Oh, how original," Bonnie rolled his eyes fondly at the compliment. Though secretly, he was fangirling on the inside. His magenta eyes traveled down to inspect Freddy's torso and he snickered, which made Freddy furrow his brows curiously.

"What? What's so funny?" Freddy looked down and was chagrinned to notice that his fur was covered in baby powder, which made him look more like a polar bear than a grizzly. He growled, though his blue eyes showed amusement. "…Oh."

Bonnie grinned. "Think you're ready to go to rehearsal now, babe?"

Freddy removed the still unbuttoned onesie and threw it on the ground, for once not caring if it was considered littering. "…I'm gonna-"

"Go shower? Yeah, you go ahead and go do that. I'll be waiting for you onstage, Freddybear~"

"Can you simply not, Bonnie?"

"Nnnnope. I can't even, either."

Fed up, Freddy stomped into his personal bathroom and slammed the door shut. Immediately, Bonnie burst into laughter, doubling over and holding himself with both arms as he reveled in his own terrible joke.

"Oh come on, that was funny!"

"No it wasn't." Freddy's muffled voice yelled back. "Could you please pack away all of my…supplies before we go? I'd prefer if nobody else were to know about them."

"Gotcha, baby bear." Bonnie replied affirmatively, saluting even though he knew Freddy wouldn't see it. "Though when the clock strikes six, and our shift ends… you're back in diapers. Got it?"

It took a moment, but Freddy finally answered. "…Alright."

Bonnie knew he was smiling when he said it.

Sorry for delivering such a short and kinda boring chapter. I was STILL in a fluffy mood though, and I'm still not sure exactly where I want this story to go. All I know is that I have alot of plans for the future, but none for what's going to happen next O_o

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this filler chapter full of fluff and fetish-trash material! (and probably some typos that will need fixing!)