NOW I'M CALLING LITTLE GOLDEN GOLDIE AND ANIMATRONIC GOLDEN.
S Freddy's ears flattened as he started whimpering again. "What the heck do bears even eat?" Goldie panicked himself. "Holy Fazbear, he's going to starve..." Then Golden piped up again. "Ah' believe they eat berries, nuts and fish," B Freddy smiled. "Actually, that sounds pretty good right- no. No, it doesn't." His smile disappeared. "Oh. I think we have some blackberries somewhere..." Goldie ran to the kitchen, opening the fridge. He smiled to himself and poured the berries into a bowl. He placed it on the floor. "What? He's a bear, isn't he?" Golden shrugged. S Freddy hopped out of his older brother's arms and scoffed the berries down like there was no tomorrow. "Alright then." Picking S Freddy up again, he noticed he was still whimpering. "Ugh! What's wrong now?" As if he understood English, S Freddy opened his mouth to reveal red, swollen gums along with two stubs that looked almost like teeth. "Well, what do you expect me to do? Make your teeth magically grow?" Annoyed, Goldie sat down at the table. "What's wrong?" B Freddy asked. "He's teething." Goldie replied. "Ya' know what? Ya'll go get some rest. Ah'll take care of the poor thing." Golden declared. Smiling, Goldie mouthed "thank you" and went upstairs. "Do I HAVE to sleep in a crib?" B Freddy groaned. "Ah' don't want you hurtin' yourself." Golden went into the nursery, placing his younger brother in the crib. "G'night, little brother." Golden closed the door, making the room surprisingly dark. B Freddy felt a wave of fear rush over him. Meanwhile, Golden was rummaging through the freezer to find a teething toy to sooth the pain. At last, he found one. He handed it to the cub. Instantly, the bear shoved it into his mouth. "There we go. Ain't so bad, is it now?" Golden picked Freddy up, bobbing him up and down. "Hi, Golden." Oh no. Rachel had just came home from work. " .Heck." Dropping her stuff at the doorway, she walked over to the two bears. "A bear?" Rachel gave Golden a "seriously" look. "Magic gone wrong can do a lot of things, ya' know." Golden fakely smiled. Passing Freddy over to Rachel, she cooed over his ADORABLENESS. Freddy tilted his head as if to say "um... what are you doing?" "Where'd you get him?" Rachel asked. "Actually... that's S Freddy," Golden laughed like he just made a really awkward joke. Rachel paused. "Well, you know. He's still cute!" Rachel giggled and playfully booped his nose, causing it to make a squeaking noise. Freddy finally took the toy out of his mouth and carelessly threw it at the ground. Now you could REALLY see the giant smile plastered on his face. "Anyways... ah' better go find Bonnie and Chica." Golden left to find Bonnie and Chica not to far away chatting with Foxy in the Cove. "Er... guys, we have a problem." While Golden explained everything to his friends, B Freddy still couldn't sleep. He didn't understand. He'd never been afraid of the dark- most of the time he loved the dark. But something told him his baby-self didn't agree. Before he knew it, B Freddy was bawling his eyes out. That's when Golden, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy came running in. "Aw! Look at little Freddy-bear!" Bonnie cooed teasingly. And then B Freddy stopped crying. "What was that all about?" Golden asked. "I-I'm not sure. I guess I let it slip," Freddy felt himself blushing. "I guess my baby-self didn't want to be alone." He scratched the back of his head with his paw. "Don't worry. Maybe we should have thought that through..." Golden replied. "I just can't believe how small you got," Chica exclaimed. Suddenly Freddy's ears perked up. "Golden! Your tie can play Toreador March, right?" Freddy felt his tail wagging behind him (or at least the stub that was there). "Yes. Why?" Golden answered. "Maybe that will help me go to sleep," Freddy was very tired, and he really needed some sleep. The only thing stopping him were the creepy shadows staring down at him. Golden picked his brother up again and pressed the button on his tie. About 5 rounds of music later, the cub had finally fell asleep. Golden placed him back in the crib and rushed back to the kitchen where a passed out bear lied. "The poor thing was exhausted! He kind just... passed out." Rachel said with her bright smile. Golden picked him up, too and put him in the crib. Slowly the 4 robot furries tip-toed out of the nursery and onto the stage/Pirate Cove. "Finally, we can get some sleep." Bonnie said with a huff. "Yeah. Babies are a lot of work." Chica replied. "This could last about another week or so, too." Golden sighed at the thought of more crying, teething, hungry bear cubs. "If only they could take care of one another," Bonnie said. "Yes, but then they'd both die of... everything!" Chica shrieked. "SHH!" Golden and Bonnie both shushed the chicken. "Sorry!" She whispered, but it was too late. The whole pizzeria had fallen silent.