The next few days, S Freddy ate very slowly. B Freddy wasn't looking very good, either. He was sick and starving. "I hate to see him like this," Bonnie said pitifully. "I know... what's going to happen when he turns normal again?" Chica asked Golden. "Well... ah'm not too sure." Golden said. He was looking at the two cubs- they were both sitting down talking to each other. "I wan snweak you swome wood," S Freddy offered. "N-no, thank you. I don't want you to go hungry, too." B Freddy smiled slightly at the younger bear. "Awe you swure?" S Freddy asked one last time, watching his friend nod. Goldie walked up to the two. "Come on, you two. It's time to go to sleep," Goldie picked them both up and placed them in their crib. S Freddy grabbed his toy, which was a gray wolf he named JellyBeans last time he had been turned into an infant. When the lights went out, S Freddy turned to the older bear. "I'm gwanna gwet you wood." S Freddy took his pacifier out of his mouth and searched for the plastic latch to let the railing fall down. Finally finding it, he put his pacifier holder on it and pulled. To his pleasure, the front railing fell off. He hopped out of the crib. "Fwallow mw," (wait what does that even mean?! "mw") S Freddy said, heading to the kitchen. Both of the cubs used their strength to open the fridge door. B Freddy climbed into the fridge. "Weat ws wuch ws you wwnt (i took it to far, huh)," S Freddy stood near the door to make sure nobody entered. Until he started fiddling with his hat and Goldie entered. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF FAZBEAR ARE YOU TWO DOING IN HERE AT 3AM IN THE MORNING?!" Goldie shouted, making B Freddy peek out of the fridge. "P-pwease dwn't ywll..." (as you can tell, Freddy's speech problem is getting really intense) S Freddy felt his eyes well up with water. "Ohh no... please don't-" He started to cry. Loudly. Goldie picked the bawling cub up. "Shh...it's alright...shh..." While Goldie was comforting his lispy brother, B Freddy went to his escape. He felt much better now considering he ate for almost 3 hours straight. He ran back to the nursery and climbed into the crib. With all his might, the poor little bear pulled the railing up, only to fall instantly asleep. Goldie still had his brother in his hands until he gave up. He took a bottle of formula and shoved it into Freddy's mouth. At first, Freddy was NOT happy. But after he realized it was milk, he grabbed onto the bottle with his clumsy little paws and suckled on the bottle until nothing was left. After that, Freddy felt rather... uncomfortable. Instead of using his manners, he stuck his head into Goldie's warmth and made cute little squeaking noises, more like a guinea pig then a bear or baby. He did not want to sleep in the crib again. He wanted to stay with Goldie. Oblivious like any other baby, he closed his eyes and expected Goldie to bring him with him. But instead he was put into the crib. Making more guinea pig noises, Goldie groaned and picked him up again, just when the 6AM bell rang.