Mike wasn't sure how long he slept only that when he woke up he felt much better. His stomach still hurt a little but it was more from having been sick then anything else. He managed to sit his self up despite the fact his stomach started to cramp a little from the movement. He held his toy tightly in his arms and rubbing at his face trying to get the sleepiness out of his eyes. He spent several minutes just waking up before he realized someone was standing next to the crib he'd been put into. Also now that he was thinking a bit more aware he wasn't happy about the crib.

"I'm not a baby." he muttered earning a deep a chuckle from Freddy who lowered the side of the crib.

"You are our baby." Freddy said simply lifting Mikey into his arms and popping him on the nose lightly. "You seem to be feeling better. Good a cranky baby is not a fun one."

Mikey rolled his eyes and sighed unable to stop his self from wiggling a bit in the others arms as he tried to get down.

"Stay still," Freddy said

"I need down." Mikey said simply.

"Why?"

"You know why." Mikey said not wanting to say it while still trying to wiggle free.

"No bright eyes, I don't want you running and hurting yourself." Freddy said as he carried Mikey away from the crib and towards the main room away from where Mike need to be.

"Freddy please.. I need down."

"No." Freddy said simply and finally Mike just let out a frustrated sigh.

"Freddy I have to go to the bathroom." Mike muttered his face dark red.

"What was that bright eyes?" Freddy said.

"Bathroom." Mike muttered again

Freddy didn't respond like he heard making Mikey sigh realizing the other wasn't going to listen when he talked like an adult as it seemed they were going to assume he was playing a game. He let out another sigh and his face turned a dark red in embarrassment in what he was about to say.

"Freddy." Mikey said loudly making the other stop and look at him. "Freddy..potty."

"What did you say Mikey?" Freddy said with a smile that made Mike feel like he was being teased.

"Potty." Mikey repeated his face a dark red but he was set down on his feet thankfully.

He took off running towards the bathroom only slowing down when he heard Freddy's voice give off and staticed growl of warning. For a brief second he wondered if Freddy would catch up to him when he wasn't picked up off his feet before making it into the bathroom. He sighed when the door was shut behind him and he was able to enter a stall to relive his self. He growled as he yanked the diaper off of his self and threw into the trash bin.

He stood there washing his hands thinking about what he should do. He debated briefly on taking off and running but the bathroom only had one doorway and he knew Freddy was out there waiting on him. He took his time to stall going back out there for as long as possible but finally he knew he couldn't stay in there any longer.

"Better Mikey?" Freddy said making Mike jump as he hadn't expected the other to be right outside the door.

"Yes." He said his face dark red again as the blush returned in full force.

"Good job! You didn't make a mess of yourself this time." Freddy said making Mike make a noise in the back of his throat. "It's dinner time soon..or does your tummy still hurt?"

"Just a little." Mike admitted.

"Then I'm sure Chica will have some nice soup all ready for you. You made her very worried when you got sick earlier." Freddy said patting Mikey on the hair before taking the hand that didn't have a hold of the toy Foxy and lead him away towards the rug where some toys had pulled out and placed on the floor. He knew that those toys were meant for him to play with as he was basicly pushed down onto the rug gently. Before Freddy sat down the animatranioc making a strange thumping noise as it's bottom hit the floor in front of him.

He wasn't interested in the toys at all just held to his own stuffed Foxy and watched as Freddy tried to get him to interact and play. Finally after several minutes of watching the bear appear to be struggling with building a block house. He settled the toy in his lap.

"That's not it." He said simply taking the blocks and starting to build with them. He lost his self in the simple acting of building taking apart and rebuilding that it never dawned on him to recall Freddy had played blocks countless time when he was younger and could build grand little castles and such as he'd seen before.

So focused on his task he didn't see Freddy smile or Chica and Bonnie look inside the room and smile as well at the sight of their little boy playing. Even if wasn't smiling, playing with blocks was still doing more then just sitting there and pouting.

It took him several minutes of playing with the toys before his mind start to write a little story in his head about the castle of blocks he built and he placed his toy fox aside to grab a few more of the other toys that had been laid out. A few dolls which he arranged, A king, a princess and some toy soldiers. He also reached for the pirate ship and picked up his toy foxy setting it on the ship and finally smiling as he talked his self, completely forgetting the world around him. (I know I still do this when I play with my cousins. Think of a story about what's going and tell it as I go, the girls love it)

He had no clue how long he sat there lost in his own mind playing the way any small child would. He was shocked though out of his thoughts when Freddy said loud and clear.

"Time to clean up."

Mikey realized right then and there where he was and what he was doing. He turned dark red and in his hurry to scramble back and away kicked over the blocks making a large mess.

"Mikey you know that's not nice. Time to clean up the toys. Dinner is done." Freddy said coming over and gently pulling Mikey to his feet, hooking his hands under the others under arms and hauling him up before nudging Mikey forward. It was automatic to start cleaning up in a way. The toys and everything going back into their places and he just stood there not sure what to do next before he found his head taken and he was lead away from the brightly colored rug and the castles and princess and pirates that were still running in his mind.

They briefly passed a window that the curtain wasn't fully closed but it didn't matter. All Mike could see was white, the windows were covered in snow and even if he could get outside, he didn't have anywhere to go. He wondered if he would be able to get away on Monday when the Manger came in. He almost wished the woman would come in tomorrow just to get help. He was brought out of his thoughts and staring at the snow when he was picked up and set into the blasted high chair again while Bonnie went to close the window that had been uncovered.

He looked at the spoon wearily that was offered to him smelling the scent of what he assumed was tomato soup. He was hungry again though he didn't want to admit or eat since his stomach was still a bit queasy but he knew he had to eat at least a little or it would be forced down his throat. He took the spoon into his mouth and took the bite slowly. He got about half way though the bowel before turning his head.

"come on Mikey." Chica tried to encourage.

"I think that's enough lass. Boyo probably still doesn't feel good." Foxy said where he was leaning against the wall.

Mike was embarrassed how he perked up at hearing the others voice and seeing the fox unconsciously pulling his toy fox closer.

"Foxy is right, we don't Mikey to get another tummy ache and be sick again." Freddy said with a nod as Chica finally took the bowel away but not before handing Freddy the bottle that she had set on the tray. Mikey thought for a moment Foxy was going to take him from the high chair like before but he found Freddy picking him up and he refused to admit he was pouting.

"Little matey doesn't like you at the moment it seems." Foxy teased as Freddy carried Mikey over to the nearby rocking chair he had sat in early and read to him before pushing the bottle into Mike's mouth.

"You couldn't have waited until after we got him settled. " Freddy said simply trying to get the wiggling boy to stay still and drink.

"You know as well aye, that aye couldn't." Foxy laughed as Mikey finally settled and started to suckle at the bottle with a grumpy look.

Clearly not wanting to do it but far too tired to fight. Though the moment the bottle was empty he was whisked out of Freddy's arms and up into Foxy's who started rocking and talking to the lad. Mikey again didn't realize it but he fell asleep to the old pirate's voice before being put to bed for the night. The day hadn't gone exactly how'd they had planned it. But seeing their little boy playing gave the others hope that whatever was making him unhappy and sad would soon be forgotten.