"Freddy! You have to!" Goldie was trying to get Freddy out from under the couch so Golden could look at him to see if he was okay. "No!" Freddy replied sharply. "Okay, then. I guess I'll *gag* drink this milk then!" Luckily it wasn't actually there, or Goldie would've thrown up glitter or whatever. "Noo~ my milk!" Freddy crawled out from under the couch to see exactly what he should have seen coming: no milk. Just as the bear's golden paws grabbed him, he started squirming. "Let me go!" Freddy pleaded before suddenly handed a random bottle of milk. "Only if you're good." Freddy shook his head- more likespammed his brain's 'move head' button. As Freddy suckled happily on his bottle, Golden was giving him a check-up to see if anything was wrong. "Howdy, there. Do ya' think for a few seconds ya'll can open your mouth?" Golden asked in his usual southern accent. Freddy was hesitant, but shrugged anyways and opened his mouth. Golden lifted the cub's muzzle up just enough so he could see the small sharp teeth growing. "Woah! He's got some real fangs there!" Bonnie also came along. Golden let go, allowing the bear to close his mouth and finish what was left of the milk. "Woah, Freddy-bear. Slow down," Bonnie cooed and tickled underneath the infant's chin, making him giggle. Golden finally let Freddy go play again- all alone. Freddy was okay with playing alone with his stuffed toys. But ever since B Freddy had grown up again (FROM THE SPELL WEARING OFF, KIDS) he had been losing his mind even more to his baby-self. Sometimes, when he would try to talk, all that would come out were gibberish babbles. And, to top it all off, every time someone put on a baby show, Freddy would get engaged in it, no matter how stupid it was. If the T.V asked a question, he would answer it. But even sometimes would he get sassy with the T.V. "Shouldn't we fix this now?" Goldie asked Bonnie. "I'm not sure. I mean, Freddy does look happy, except that's his babyish-self. Not his real self. His real self only has a bit left to it, Gold. I don't know how much longer he can fight it." Goldie nodded in agreement. "How long is it going to be before somebody steps on him?" He laughed slightly, until he saw what Freddy was doing: talking to himself in an argument. "No! I want to be little forever," Freddy's baby side said. "Well I don't. I want to see everything again~ I'm practically blind. I can't move or anything. And most of all I can't control you." Freddy's normal side argued. "Well I'm never letting you back here again. If you'd been smarter you wouldn't have given up!" Freddy's squeaky voice reminded him. "Trust me. I'll be back as soon as you tell my friends." Freddy's baby side took role again. "As if I 'd ever tell them!" He laughed to himself before throwing Freddy back into the motionless prison he came from. "Gold!" Bonnie exclaimed. "Did you hear that?" Bonnie's ear whirred and went up and down a bit. "No. Why?" Goldie asked. "This little baby of ours has Freddy somewhere... mental. We can't get to him- he's trapped inside the thing's mind," Bonnie said. "I even heard the REAL Freddy talking. He said he couldn't move or see. So... he's kinda... air." Bonnie sighed defeated. "So he's stuck in his own mind?" Goldie asked curiously. "Actually, it seems they're two different people." Bonnie said. Freddy heard this. He knew they were plotting against him- he had to find some kind of magic repellent. That's when it hit him- Shab and Kevin! That night the two shadowy figures appeared beside the crib.
"Aw... hey there, little guy." Shab teared up like always, breaking into a quiet insane laughter. "I need magic repellent to last forever." Freddy told them. Kevin knew exactly how to make that. "It only repels good magic. Be careful." Kevin cautiously handed the toddler a bottle full of sparkly purple liquid. Sheepishly, Freddy drank it. He handed them the bottle. That night Freddy returned to argue. "GOLDEN!" It screamed. The younger one squealed. "Stop making all that noise!" Freddy said. "Golden... please help me... I can't fight anymore..." His voice fainted lightly at every pause, notifying his spirit was dissolving. "He can't hear you! I can though... ugh. You hurt my ears!" Freddy cried out. "I don't care anymore... I just... I want... I want my family... my friend-" The air went silent for a moment. "Hello, friend." A cold yet warming voice said. Goldie? Bonnie? What?! "H-how?" Freddy silently asked. "I can't..." The slow but ear piercing scream let out ringing in Freddy's ears. "ARGH!" The cub let out an agitated cry. Bonnie scooped Freddy up. "Let him go~" The purple bunny stared into the cub's eyes. "FINE!" The bear let out an annoyed groan. "But, I'll have you know he'll be staying a baby for a very long time- nothing you can stop." Suddenly the hate, fear and spite disappeared out of the bear's eyes. Now they were full with what Freddy's normal eyes had always been- nothing less then awkward. Freddy wrapped his arms around the bunny as best as he could letting out a happy squeal. Bonnie and Goldie hugged him back. When Freddy was FINALLY returned to normal, he could actually talk again. "Ugh..." Freddy was sitting on the floor next to his brother. "My head hurts, my mouth hurts and I'm REALLY tired." Freddy lied onto his back. "Thanks so much to my wonderful brother who prevented me from even going to my room!" Goldie sarcastically said. That was until he saw the worried face on Golden's face. "What's wrong?" Goldie asked standing up again. "My A.I chip is saying every time he blushes, he turns into a bear cub again for 1 day and 1 night." Golden had lost part of his accent. "WHAT?!"