It felt like it took far too long to get back and for Bonnie to make a nice hot bath for Mikey. Who wouldn't let anyone but Foxy near him.
"He's so cold." Bonnie said worried when the moment he tried to take Mikey from Foxy. Mikey hadn't liked that and tried to kick and scream at the top of his lungs.
"Darn it. Get out of my way rabbit. Lad isn't going to cooperate." Foxy said with a sigh before pushing past the other into the bathroom.
It was still a fight to get Mikey out of the clothes he was put in. His movements were sluggish and it was clear the lad was very confused. Foxy was sure the lad had a bit of hypothermia but it would get better. Once he got Mikey into the hot water he seemed to be soothed a bit calming as Foxy started washing him. It didn't stop him from whimpering as the feeling started to come back into his limps. The tingling sensation that normally came felt like thousands of needles pressing in and out of his skin.
Mike couldn't fully think about how damn stupid he had been with all this nonsense. To be honest he could believe he'd been such a moron to run like. The more he tried to get angry with his self the more tired he felt his self becoming. It didn't help that Foxy was humming some tune he name but he knew he had heard before.
By the time Foxy was sure Mikey was clean and warmed up the boy was a little more than half way asleep. He got him out of the tub and dried him off. He made sure to dress him in a diaper and then a pair of footed pajamas that was long sleeved and had mitts. The zipper had a locking part so that it couldn't be undone. Once the other was dressed he carried him out of the bathroom. The nursery was wamer and Freddy was waiting for him. He waited for Foxy to sit in the rocking chair before handing him the warmed up bottle of milk. Chica had run to make it the moment she knew Foxy had Mikey in the bath. They all new their was an awful chance of their little one getting very sick from the cold. So adding extra vitamins and other such things to the bottle they hoped reduced that risk but only time would tell.
Thankfully it took only a little coaxing from Foxy to get Mikey to accept the bottle and to start suckling at the warm milk. Foxy and Freddy was sure it was mostly because of how long their little boy had gone without food and as soon as the first bottle was emptied it was replaced with another one.
"Now boyo..stop that..be a good boy and drink your milk." Foxy crooned when Mikey tried to refuse the second one. Mikey started to smack his cloth covered hands against the animatronics chest as he tried to push his self away, his words coming out in baby babble that wasn't understandable. Foxy let out a frustrated sigh and for a moment Mikey thought he was going to win when he felt a small smack to his diapered bottom causing him to whimper. Freddy was leaning over him a bit with a frown.
"Mikey you are in enough trouble as it is." Freddy said making Mikey curl in on his self but he took the nipple of the bottle and started to drink barely managing to finish it before he dropped off to sleep in Foxy's arms.
"You don't think the lass used too much in these do you?" Foxy asked still holding Mikey close not willing to let him go after the lad pulling a runner.
"No..probably not enough.." Freddy said with a frown. "He's not saying something..he has never ran from us before...we will just have to be a bit stricter from now on. For now..let's just take care of our baby..I have a feeling tomorrow or whenever he wakes up will be not so fun."