The surprise of the other suddenly there finally made Mikey lose control. His face turned a dark shade of red as he realized he was now soaking wet from having wet his self. Sadly the pull up wasn't a very good one and soaked all the way through to Mikey's clothes making him even more embarrassed.

"Aw little baby Mikey had an accident! I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you." Chica crooned seeing the other was wet. "Is that why you were hiding? It's okay, accidents happen." she added before pulling the mortified male out from his hiding spot.

He felt his burn of shame start to get worse. The embarrassment of having wet his self like a fucking toddler in fear was worse then dying (well maybe not but he sure wished the earth would open up and swallow him). It only got worse as he tried to squirm away from Chica who was carrying him. He struggled harder when he realized she was carrying him over to the changing table where Bonnie was waiting.

"Now stay still we need to get you cleaned up. We don't want you to get a nasty rash." Bonnie said once Chica managed to get the wiggling Mikey down on the table having to hold him still while he was stripped of his shorts and the embarrassing pull up.

"Oh well we only have a few of these but I think with how things are going, you can't be trusted to tell us when." he added as he manged to get Mikey not just clean but powered and into a diaper in record timing as if he'd done it hundreds of times.

Mikey closed his eyes tightly squeezing them. Gods could this get worse...wait better not think about that.

"Fucking let me go!" He finally managed to say when they were done and set him back down on his feet. He tried to move away but Chica hadn't let go of his arms. Both frowned at him

"Naughty words."Chica scolded. "We don't use naughty words."

"Let me the fuck go. I don't care." Mike hissed out trying to tug away from the overly large chicken.

Chica finally let go and not that he cared to find out why. Just happy to be free, Mike turned to run away from them, only to find Freddy standing behind him, a disapproving look on his face that scared him more then the black eyes ever had. He swallowed heavily and suddenly was reminded of his mother's disapproving gaze when he did something wrong and knew it.

He cowers in on his self without control and backs away. He didn't get far before he's nearly shrieks in fright as suddenly his arm his grabbed by the large bear and he finds his self being dragged. For several moments he things whatever game they are playing with him is over and they will be finally stuffing him into a suit. However he find his self not being dragged to the back but to the bathroom. He's still quivering in fear muttering curses too frightened to properly fight when suddenly he finds a bar of soap shoved into his mouth.

"Hold that and don't spit it out." Freddy orders as Mikey gags on the taste.

Of course he doesn't listen and spits it out letting out a filthy curse. The stinging slap to his bottom was more then unexpected and Mikey's eyes widened as he realized that this over grown teddy bear had just fucking swatted him like a child. ((He's digging his self a hole with all the cursing and clearly the diaper they shoved him into offers no protection)). He received five more very hard swats before he finally stood there red faced with the soap shoved in his mouth, tears falling down his cheeks.

Of course the bear would spank harder then a human so it would take less to get the lesson across but it still fucking hurt. He then found his self facing a corner. Yeah his life had gone fucking insane...or he had. Which wouldn't surprise him as he was already sure he was losing his mind with this job. If it wasn't for the stinging pain, he would have thought he was dreaming. He always knew life was fucking with him but he never expected to be red faced, red bottomed, with the taste of soap in his mouth while he stood facing a corner in a bathroom.

His forehead thumps lightly against the wall as he tries to control his breathing and think. It wasn't like anyone would be coming here until the storm let up..so Monday..fuck it was Wednesday so that meant four very long fucking days of dealing with this. He knew he could hide from them either..four days he couldn't last in his office..maybe he could but if the door didn't fully close like last time it wouldn't matter. It would just get yanked up again. He squirmed a moment and wondered briefly about the strange manager and owner. They had to know about this happening or that it might happen but then again a small part hoped they didn't. It was embarrassing enough to know his self, it was a whole other thing for others to know.

He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't hear the sound of someone's footsteps coming closer to him and so jumped when a hand dropped onto his shoulder.

"Okay lad, spit that into the sink and lets get your mouth washed out." Foxy said taking both hands and placing them on the others shoulders.

What the hell? Where'd the hook go? Went through Mikey's mind as he found his self being guided over to a sink where Foxy pulled the bar of soap out of his mouth. He couldn't help but gag and the taste still in his mouth but didn't find the animatronic as he held a cup of water up to Mikey's lips and then told to spit the water out after he rinsed. He couched and gagged a few time but each time Foxy kept a comforting (well he supposed that was the intention) hand on his back rubbing or patting. The gentleness brought tears to his eyes and he hoped the animatronic would just assume he was upset over the punishment (that was all he could think to call it) he received. He was going to have to play along and then he would leave on Monday.

"There we go lad all done." Foxy crooned gently as he took a wash cloth to clean the boy's face. He took his time gently wiping away the dried salt from tears that had been shed and the snot that dribbled down the boy's face. "All clean and ye are forgiven for your outburst and those naughty words. Just got to say sorry and all's well. I'm sure ye learned your lesson. You're smart clever boy Mikey."

Mike fought with his self for a moment wanting to say he would never say sorry but also wanting to say sorry to the other. That he wanted to leave..but it wasn't like he had anywhere to go. He felt his mouth clamp shut and for a moment he feared he would lose his temper again. When had he turned into such an emotional wreck..oh wait he'd always been this way every since...no he wouldn't think about that.

He couldn't trust anyone to care..to stay..but right now here. In this place that held most of his happy memories from his younger days...he felt strangely safe..even when the animatronics had tried to kill him. He still felt safer here then he had any where else.

He didn't respond for a moment as Foxy started to chatter on about them maybe playing a game or if he wanted he'd tell him a story later. It was jarring how many memories he had as a child listening to the other.

He took a deep breath and held it for a moment which seemed to catch the others attention and Foxy stopped talking, just waiting, smiling that wide grin. Mikey couldn't help but feel his lower lip wobble a bit before he finally got out softly.

"I'm sorry."