Mike listened to the other read through at least two more books before finally trying to wiggle down and was thankful when Freddy let him go. He managed to get a good five feet from the other before stopping his legs a bit stiff from being still so long.

It took him a moment to realize the pins and needles feeling was going away fast enough and he shifted backwards on his feet and ended up tripping over the rub falling hard down on his rear with a loud yelp.

"Easy Bright eyes." Freddy's voice came to him a slight cracking in it making it static causing Mike to wince in fear

Mike just pushed his self back up not bothering to look at him. He just looked around the room and debated if he could make it the office and lock his self in. He might get his keys and get outside. He'd have to wait until the anamatronic was distracted before doing it. He just debated on taking a chance on a run when he found a paw grabbing at his bottom (and not perverted like people) and it took Mikey a moment to realize what the other was doing and his face turned a dark red.

"Still dry." Freddy said. "very good Mikey. Lets see if you can go the rest of the day."

Mikey was still red in the face having tried his hardest to forget about the fucking diaper and ridiculous clothes he was wearing. Not that it mattered right now, he was going to get out of this as soon as possible, pay raise or no he was going to quit this job once and for all. (And why he didn't do that when they were trying to kill him he didn't know) Somehow being cared for was worse then nearly being killed. He sighed and moved away from the other taking a step towards the open gate but only made it a few steps before Chica appeared in the open gateway with a tray with a plate filled with warm steaming food on it.

"Lunch time!" She said happily.

"Not more mush." Mikey said before he could stop his self.

"Aw Mikey it's okay. I promised it's not more baby food." Chica giggled the sound was weird and staticed a little making Mikey back away from her a bit. It was like every time one of them laughed their vocal systems would do that. He hated it but was grateful for it at the same time since it reminded him that they were not as friendly as they seemed. "We've got some nice warm soft foods for you."

Mikey wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad thing but before he could comment he was hauled off his feet again and strapped back into the high chair. He was really starting to hate being so small. Chica wasn't even that much bigger then him but still strong. He knew it was because they were designed that way but gods he wished he looked at least a bit more manly. He doubted he weighed a good 120, skinny as he was though if this went on much longer with the way they kept feeding him, he was sure to put on at least ten pounds in the next several days. Again he could do without her baby talk as she basicly force fed him the feel at least giving him time to swallow between bites of food. However this time he was aware that this much food where he hadn't had it before was a bad idea and he realized to late when his stomach started to cramp and hurt.

"Mikey?" Chica said worried seeing the pained look on his face. "Freddy something wrong." She said right before Mike managed to lean over and puke his guts up on the floor. "Foxy! Freddy!" she started shouting before she could stop her self.

Freddy who had been checking things heard the yell and ran back towards the nursery. Foxy right behind him having been woken up by the yelling of his name.

"Oh poor baby, he's sick!" Chica said

"Poor lad." Foxy said reaching out and undoing the tray before picking the pale and shivering boy up in his arms while Freddy comforted Chica before hurrying her off to get things to clean up the mess.

"I'll get him cleaned you go back to recharge." Freddy said

"Ye sure?" Foxy said as he rubbed Mikey's back worried about leaving the lad.

"I'm sure, it's my day, I can handle a little tummy upset. And you are barely at half power so go on." Freddy said simply as Foxy handed the boy over hesitantly. Foxy gave the boy an affectionate nuzzle, before turning to leave but found the boys hand tightly grabbing hold of him.

"Now lad, ole' Freddy will take good care of you. I'll see ye at bedtime." Foxy said

"Promise?" Mikey said softly

"I promise. Ye my first mate and my best matey you know I'll always protect you and come for ya when ya need me. Now be a good lad and go with Freddy."

Mikey just stared at him but finally let go slumping against Freddy having purged everything in his stomach so he was exhausted. Freddy carried Mikey to the bathroom and the bath was thankfully short focusing on getting the vomit off of him.

"There we go all nice and clean, I'm sure after that little upset you could use a nap." Freddy said as he dried Mikey off. The boy didn't bother fighting his stomach still far to queasy and he feared puking again. He didn't even protest as he was redressed and carried to one of the larger crib beds instead of the bed he had been sleeping in and tucked in before the railing was lifted up and locked into place.

Mike seriously debated on trying to escape again when he realized they had left him alone but all thoughts of escape fled when his stomach cramped up again and the pain made him curl up and whimper in pain. Instinctively he reached for his toy but found it hadn't been placed in the crib with him and he could see it on the bed. He barely managed to pull his self up into sitting position, his hand reaching out for the toy as if it would come to him but it didn't and another pained whimper left his lips.

Finally he managed to say softly "Freddy?" he didn't hear anything so he said it again a bit louder. "Freddy!"

That time he knew he'd been heard as he heard the familiar heavy footsteps of the bear. He whimpered only a little as the shadow appeared.

"Mikey? What's wrong bright eyes?" the heavy voice said filled with worry that made Mikey want to hate and embrace the other at the same time.

"Foxy." Mikey said simply

"He's resting bright eyes as should you." Freddy said.

"No my Foxy." He said pointing towards the bed. He repeated 'my foxy' several more times his voice and his self sounding more and more frustrated before Freddy got the hint and looked to see where the boy was pointing. Mikey knew he sounded like a toddler demanding a toy but right now he could care less. He was sick and his head was pounding and if they were going to fucking treat him like this then for now he was going to act like it if it meant he survived another day.

"Oh! You want your toy!" Freddy said going over to the bed and picking it up and bringing it over to the crib where he handed it to Mikey who sighed as he held it tight. "There we go now nap time for one little bright eyed cub."

Mikey didn't bother fighting as he was nudged into shifting and laying back down. His stomach churned and for a moment he thought he would be sick again but he. Slowly he closed his eyes to focus on his breathing. He never realized he had fallen asleep.