"He's filthy and he smells." Bonnie said the moment Mike was asleep and they moved to check on him. "That new manger promised he would be well taken care of."

"The manger did say that Mikey was difficult today. It can't be helped if they can't control him. You know he's special and it takes special people to understand him." Chica said gently as she wrung her hands. "Also she can't help what happens when he isn't with them. She did say they dropped Mikey off at the apartment they found was his address."

"Still you think his mother wasn't taking care of him." Bonnie replied

"Something isn't right."Freddy said simply shaking his head. "Chica I want you to go ahead and find something for dinner for him. Bonnie go start a bath. We all agree he smells and he needs to be changed into some proper clothes."

"Okay."Bonnie said happily skipping off to go prepare a bath for their baby. He remembered hearing Mikey's mother talk about how much he loved them and that she bought him a rubber ducky that he'd called Chica after their yellow friend and insisted that it was a chicken and not a duck much to his mother's and their amusement. He wondered where she was. It wasn't like her to not be there.

"He's got the stink of urine and garbage." Foxy said coming to stand beside Freddy once the other two had gone. "Me thinks the boy is hiding something.."

"He's a child Foxy, still very much a baby. He couldn't. Most likely he had an accident and just didn't tell his mother. You and I both know very well he's still learning to control that." Freddy said not sounding as sure as he would have liked.

"Aye he is but even little ones can be hurt and forced to hide things."Foxy replied simply brushing some hair out of Mikey's face with a small worried frown.

"We've got time to find out."Freddy said simply before he moved to lift Mikey up in his arms frowning again at how light the boy felt to him as he carried him towards the bathroom. "Find him something proper to wear..I know the manger left plenty of clothes and things in his size for us..check and see if we've got some pull ups as well if not we'll have to put him in a diaper."

"Lad won't like that."Foxy chuckled remembering the first epic temper tantrum they witnessed the one time the boy's mother ran out of pull ups during a visit.

"You said it your self. He smells of urine. We don't want him to have an accident, he'd be more upset at that then the diaper." Freddy replied with his own chuckle remembering the red faced look the boy had on his face after he had had an accident in the middle of a show. Thankfully no one noticed as Foxy had hauled the boy away to his mother.

It took Mike longer then he would like to wake up this time when he knew something was off. He was sure he was still sleeping in the alley or in his bed. However when he realized hands were tugging on his clothes he let out a loud whimper and tried to shove them away and curl up.

"Ah come on kiddo. Need to get you cleaned up." A soothing voice said. It wasn't the voice from his nightmare. It was familiar, safe and he relaxed a little but he tensed up when he woke up to finding his self nude and lowered into a tub his eyes suddenly meeting Bonnie's. He squeaked. "There's our bright eyed boy. You certainly are an awful mess."

Mike had no clue what to say to that and he feared moving. By the time he finally got his mouth to work, Bonnie lifted up a wash cloth and started to scrub his face again making Mike squeak. He was too scared to move or protest as the large rabbit scrubbed him clean but he did turn a dark red.

"Almost done then we can get you dry and I'm sure Chica has something for you to eat." Bonnie said starting to scrub Mike's hair.

"I..I.." Mike stuttered out. "not hungry." he finally said softly his blush getting darker when his stomach made its self known growling loudly.

"Well your tum tum says other wise." Bonnie laughed softly lightly bopping Mike on the nose and what seemed like reflex Mike giggled like he had when he was little. Back when things were easy and he just had to enjoy being a little kid.

Gods this was weird...it had to be a dream was all Mike could come up with. There was no reason for them to be this nice to him..nor treat him like a child. Like he mattered when he hadn't ever mattered after..after..

Mike didn't realize he was frowning hard but Bonnie did and took that as a sign of the bath time to be over. He was a little disappointed that Mikey clearly didn't want to play but he just pushed that thought away with info that sad children often didn't want to play when overly tired and/or hungry. So it was no surprise to Bonnie as he finally got Mikey rinsed off that the boy fought him on getting dry.

"Now stop that."Bonnie scolded softly as Mike kept wiggling finally getting him dry after a frustrated sound came from his voice box that screeched a little at the end. He would have to talk to the manager about that. The sound make Mikey freeze and whimper softly having heard it far to often when the bots tried to kill him. He closed his eyes tightly expecting pain but found none only a nose pressed up against his forehead in what he realized was suppose to be a kiss. "There all done. Now lets get you dressed. Freddy? Foxy did one of you get some clothes?"

"Yeah just found something." Foxy's voice said before the fox stuck his head into the bathroom and handed over the clothes along with a pull up.

Not that Mike really noticed to frozen with fear. He barely moved at all as he was dressed but he did note the childishness of the clothes unable to stop a small smile slipping on his lips at the pirate themed shirt he was now wearing. Of course Foxy would pick something like this..he hated him self for loving it.

"Alright boyo. Time for something to eat. Think Chica was able to find something you'll actually want to eat." Foxy said and before Mike could say or do anything he found his self picked up by the fox. Brie memories of being carried around by the other worked in his mind. "Smell much better now." he added bouncing the other in his arms making Mike blush as he recalled that the new updates had put in a stronger scene of smell.

Again like his dream (because it had to be a dream) he found his self in Freddy's lap and Chica was trying to feed him. He fought less this time far too hungry. At least if he ate in his dream maybe his stomach would hurt less when he woke up his mind would be convinced he'd eaten. Though he could have done without the cooing and baby talk from Chica. It was embarrassing and strangely..nice. He couldn't remember the last time anyone cared..but he must be desperate if he's dreaming about this. Finally he felt to full to eat more and was grateful when more wasn't forced on him.

This time they didn't force a bottle on him to intent on watching Mikey's actions. It was clear he as jumpy as if expecting something to go wrong or someone to start yelling. All of them had systems that pointed out signs of abuse and that made everyone irate but they hid it not wanting to upset Mikey.

Eventually Mike started to get a bit restless being held and wanting to move. Mostly to get away from the eyes watching him. He let out a loud squeak as he was picked up by Bonnie again and carried over to the new play area of the day care before being set down on one of the cushions suddenly aware that his underwear felt a bit odd but didn't have to long to think about it before he suddenly found a stuff toy shoved into his face.

"Look sweetie. It's like your toy."Chica said bouncing the stuffed toy that resembled Foxy in front of Mike like one would trying to keep a small child's attention.

It had been one of the few toys he had owned growing up, it was stuffed in his bag in the office..he had nearly thrown it out but in the end..he couldn't. He just looked at the toy shaking his head. He waited until Chica looked away before getting to his feet and making a mad dash towards the office.