Summary: Mike finds a boy left at Freddy's. Despite being nowhere near ready for a child, he and Jeremy decide to raise him. With some help of course. [JereMike]

Commission for Anon, who wanted Mike and Jeremy first meeting Mark and adopting him.

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"I hate working dayshifts. Reminds me too much of the last shitty dayshift I worked here." Jeremy muttered, pulling at the uniform. "At least they picked a less awful purple for the clothes."

"You're an idiot. And I don't have to listen to you." Mike said mindlessly, not really paying attention. He was too busy staring off to the side.

The blond realized he wasn't going to complain loud enough to get the others attention; so he leaned in close, holding his breath. When Mike didn't notice, Jeremy grinned, leaning into his ear.

"Whatcha looking at?"

"WHA-Don't do that!"

Mike scowled when Jeremy laughed, drawing the attention of some nearby adults. The brunette waved nervously and they looked away, whispering. Great. Now they thought he was some weirdo.

"For your information, I was watching Pirate's Cove thank you. The line seems longer than usual..."

"Ah, that's cuz the band's not performing for a while. We had to break up routine. Guess one of the kids got too close and spilled soda all over Chica. She started glitching." Jeremy explained, shrugging.

Mike blinked. "Shouldn't you be back there fixing her...?"

"She can wait. Yesterday she said I was likely leaving you wanting me. She can definitely wait."

The brunette flushed, muttering something before he walked off. He never realized how boring working the day shift could be; mostly they stood there, in case a fight broke out, a kid needed to find their parents or vice versa, or to keep an eye on kids messing with any of the machines. After being hunted down by animatronics, it seemed...dull.

"Mr. Police Officer?"

Mike blinked, feeling someone pulling on his pant leg. Looking down, he spotted a small boy, likely six. "What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering when Freddy was gonna play?" He asked shyly.

"Oh, well I'm afraid Chica's not feeling well. She ate too much pizza. So the doctor's looking at her to help and they'll sing later on, okay?" Mike explained gently. He felt like an asshole when the boy looked disappointed.

"Captain Foxy could see you though! He always likes brave kids like you to help him."

"...okay..."

The boy wandered off. Sighing, Mike did his rounds of walking around the place. Jeremy certainly wasn't, since he was leaning near the counter and drinking a soda. If nothing else, at least Mike got free meals today. Any time he wanted he could order a pizza. Not that it mattered, since they weren't anywhere near Chica's level.

But, he mused when a kid ran into him and nearly stabbed through his leg with a wood sword, he needed to appreciate small victories.

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"I feel fucking disgusting. I think I need four showers." Jeremy grumbled as he and Mike did a final round together. "I think one of the brats sneezed on me. Doesn't anyone teach their kids manners anymore?"

Mike made a noise like he was paying attention. Mostly he was making sure no one snuck in; after their last incident, he definitely didn't want a repeat. "Yeah."

"Also I think I might start dating Freddy. He seems pretty into me."

"Mmm..."

"Chica's going to be the Maid of Honor."

"Mmhmm."

"Plus Bonnie will be the Best Man. Or a bride's maid, I'll have to ask what he prefers."

"Sure."

"Foxy can be the DJ if he wants. What with the fucking hook and all." Mike didn't even respond now. Jeremy glared. "Golden Freddy will marry us."

Mike blinked. "What about Golden Freddy?"

The blond sighed, scratching as his scars. "I don't understand you sometimes."

"What? Hey, Jeremy!"

The guard scowled when the other walked away. Sighing, he followed after him at a slower pace. It was weird walking the halls with lights on. He'd gotten so used to the dark. Rubbing his eyes, he wondered if the animatronics would let him sleep during his shift. If he got movies going they'd likely wouldn't bother him...

"Mike? Come here."

The brunette frowned. "Oh, now you want me walking with you, what is it?"

He walked forward. Jeremy had disappeared into the rest room area. Curious, the guard followed. Around the corner, snoring, was a tiny boy. Mike stared at him before realizing that it was the same kid from earlier.

"I'll wake him; you go see if there's someone looking for him."

Jeremy sighed in relief and took off. Mike kneeled down and gently shook the boy's shoulder. "Hey, wake up. Hey? You alright?"

The kid groaned and blinked sleepily. "Mr. Officer?"

"Hey there. You fell asleep here, and we've got to close." Mike said softly, helping him up. "Come on, let's find your parents. What's your name?"

"M-Mark..."

The boy took Mike's hand, and the two headed for the entrance. The guard frowned when he saw Jeremy looking around with a scowl on his face. Mark noticed it too because he whined and tried to hide behind Mike's leg, stepping on the back of his heels.

"Don't worry, Jeremy's a nice guy. He's the doctor that looked after Chica."

"Uhh, we have a problem." Jeremy muttered. "Hey kid, you know your last name?"

Mark blinked owlishly. "I...I think it's...Pliers? Mama said to remember the scissors, cuz daddy uses them a lot?"

Jeremy nodded. "Okay, and did your parents drop you off here?"

Mike felt his stomach tighten, knowing where this was going. "No...mama and daddy brought me here, we had some pizza, and I waited in line to see Foxy. But before I could see him, he had to rest. So I tried to look for them, but couldn't find them. Mama said if we were lost to meet at the rest room."

"Fuck..." Mike glared at him. "Uh, I mean...well, your parents aren't here. So we'll have to call the police, okay?"

Mark's eyes went wide. "B-but..."

"Hey, now..." Mike knelt down beside him. "How about while Jeremy calls the police, you and I go see the band? Since you missed them?"

The kid perked up immediately. "Really? All of them?"

"Sure. We can meet them, and Foxy, and we'll hang out with them while we wait." Mike smiled.

He cringed when the boy jumped up, wrapping his arms around his neck to be picked up. Well then...he motioned for Jeremy to go while he and Mark went behind the large curtain. The three animatronics were in place, since it wasn't midnight yet, but Mike knew that they'd wake up.

"Guys? Uh, I need your help for Mark here."

Bonnie opened his eyes first, looking surprised to see a child in the guard's arms. But he smiled as Chica and Freddy woke up, the two looking just as excited, if not more so, than Mark was.

"Hello Mark. What are you doing back here?" Freddy asked him kindly.

"Ummm...Mr. Officer said I could stay with you for a while."

"He also would like to see Foxy." Mike motioned for them to go behind Mark's back.

Taking the hint, Chica nodded. "Okay, we'll bring him! Come on, Foxy would love to meet you."

She and Bonnie led him away, the chicken holding his hand. Sighing, Mike rubbed the back of his neck. "His parents left him here...I dunno the details, they were here, he couldn't find them and they didn't stick around to look for him at closing. Jeremy's calling the police."

Freddy scowled. "How horrible..."

"I just hope something came up where they had to leave in an emergency and just couldn't get back yet." Mike muttered.

"Hmm...well, if you'd like to see where Mr. Fitzgerald is, we will watch him." The bear said before following after them into Pirate's Cove.

Mike left for the front. Jeremy was still on the phone as he paced back and forth. Seeing Mike, he shrugged. "I'm on hold. Apparently a random ass kid being stuck here isn't an emergency."

"Well...I mean, we're here with him?" Mike offered.

"Yeah, and we need to get outta here." The blond paused. "Or rather, I do. I'm not a fan of sitting in here when I'm not getting paid."

"I don't mind babysitting. Happened before."

"Yeah and you got put through a wooden door." Jeremy pointed out. Mike shrugged uselessly. "Whatever, once I get through I'm heading out. Are you sure you don't mind being here on your own?"

"Jeremy, they're made to look after kids. Plus if I need to, I can go wake up the toys." Mike said.

The blond sighed. "I guess...Don't unless you have to though, okay?"

He nodded, pressing a kiss against the engineer's cheek. "Yes mom."

He headed into the office, grabbing his soda and the tablet before rejoining everyone in the Cove. Foxy had apparently let him get into the treasure chests, since he had a fake eye-patch and bandana around his head.

"Now that our guest is properly prepared, I think we'd best get him some tokens." Freddy was saying.

"We could turn the arcade on, if he wants." Mike offered. Mark looked surprised. "Jeremy's calling, but he's going home right afterwards since he has to come in early."

"If he really loved you, he'd wait all night and walk you home." Bonnie said, crossing his arms. He gave a look towards the dining room like the engineer could feel it.

Mike rolled his eyes. Sometimes he regretted telling them that he and Jeremy were dating. "Well, if we're going to win some tokens, then we better get to it. You guys have to be on stage when the police arrive."

"Can I still get prizes? I have a few tokens from earlier but..." Mark hesitated when everyone looked at him. "B-but most of them were full..."

"I'm sure our prize corner master wouldn't mind." Mike said, thinking. The others chuckled. "Well, how about we get going then so you can win whatever you want?"

Mark grabbed his hand and followed Mike out towards the small arcade. The animatronics followed, Bonnie still huffing as he saw that Jeremy wasn't around. The guard hid a smile when he saw how much the small boy lit up when Freddy took his other hand.

"You guys find a game he wants while I turn the power on." The guard said.

He headed for the small, hidden breaker box that had power for the different areas. He hummed to himself as he got everything on, the place lighting up instantly. He really hoped they could get him something, since he felt awful that this poor kid had been left here, family emergency or not.

"Is something going on, Michael?"

He jumped, sighing when he saw it was just the Marionette. "You scared me..."

"I tend to do that."

"Well, a kid got left here. He's with the others in the arcade; he really wants to win something with tokens. I was going to get you." He explained.

The puppet looked surprised before frowning. "Oh? Left here?"

"Yeah, his parents were here but he said they were just gone suddenly. We've got the police on the way but...well, it seems like he had a bit of a disappointing day. He didn't get to see the band or Foxy before closing. We're letting him mess around." Mike said.

"Well, then I best help out. We cannot have a child leave our establishment disappointed."

It was weird, seeing the Marionette float along. Jeremy had said before that that was how it moved, but to see it with his own eyes...He hoped Mark didn't get scared. He chuckled when he saw the boy was attempting to play the rolling ball game, with some help.

"Mark, this is the Marionette." Mike said, watching him closely. "They give away the prizes."

The boy frowned, confused. "How does he stay up like that?"

"Ghost powers." Chica said, nodding. Freddy elbowed her hard.

"My abilities as prize giver. I help make sure Freddy runs the pizzaria perfectly." The Marionette explained softly. "I heard you wanted a prize."

The boy flushed. "U-um, well...I don't have enough tokens..."

"We be fixin' that, lad." Foxy said, taking a ball from the game. "I be bettin' I get it perfect."

"Don't teach the poor boy gambling." Chica scolded.

Mike sighed. "Maybe we should make it interesting then. Me and Mark against you guys. Winner takes all."

"But we want him on our team." Bonnie argued.

They were cut off as the fox suddenly attempted to roll the ball. It hit against the top of the machine hard before falling. Weren't they supposed to be programmed to do this? Mike rubbed his temples.

Foxy suddenly cursed. "Double or nothin'!"

"You're hanging around Jeremy too much..." Mike gave the fox a look. "And you costed Mark a ball."

"Well, since it'd be only fair..." The Marionette cut in gently. "If Mark can get five more tokens, I think I can accept that for a gift."

Mark beamed. "R-really? I think I can do that..."

He put another quarter into the machine. Mike wondered briefly where those came from. He hoped he didn't get a note from Lansdale tomorrow about money missing...he didn't put it past the animatronics. But he brushed it off and helped Mark, showing him how to roll the ball better.

The guard paused when he heard knocking. Likely the police. He hesitated, since the animatronics weren't in their places, and Mark didn't hear anything. Finally he gave Freddy a look and headed for the door.

"Please, come in. We were just in the arcade while we waited..." Mike greeted the woman officer.

He led her inside. The animatronics were gone except the Marionette, who hung out of his box. Mark was standing there, sniffling. Mike rushed over.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"F-Freddy helped me get this..." Mark held up a Freddy plush. "C-can I keep it?"

The guard chuckled. "Of course! Freddy said so, right? Come on, this officer is going to help you okay?"

He helped Mark out of the restaurant with the lady. She had Mike fill out a paper, giving his statement on what had happened and what Mark had told him. Feeling oddly sad to see the boy go, he waved as the police car drove away, seeing Mark waving back.

"He's a good kid..."

He jumped when Bonnie patted his shoulder. "Think he had fun?"

"Oh I believe so. If you hear anything further, let us know." Freddy said.

Mike nodded. "Of course..."

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Mike had collapsed on to the bed when Jeremy came in. It was roughly seven am, he had just gotten home, and despite being four days later, he kept remembering Mark. He'd tried to find out anything he could on what had happened to him, but there wasn't any news. He knew the animatronics were disappointed as well.

"Hey. Move over." Jeremy nudged him, sitting by his stomach. Mike gave a groan in protest. "While you were having fun with your creepy pets, I found out some shit."

"On Mark?" Mike demanded, sitting up.

"Yeah. Apparently his mom just...left him there. Charges of child abuse and neglect. I don't know the full details, don't wanna know. I guess they're looking to put him into a foster home, get him adopted. They wouldn't tell me anything else."

Mike lay back down, thinking. That poor kid...Just abandoned there. What if someone that worked there had been anything like him. What if he'd been killed by another child murderer? He relaxed slightly when Jeremy reached out and held his hand.

"He's okay now, Mike. Don't get worked up."

"I guess...It should've been obvious, really. He was so..." Quiet. Reserved. Surprised that anyone would give him attention. "Does he have a home yet?"

"They wouldn't give me those kinda details." Jeremy shrugged.

An idea hit instantly. Mike swallowed, squeezing the others hand. "Jeremy...what if-"

"Fuck no."

"Wha, you didn't even let me ask!" Mike argued.

"Mike, seriously, no. We've been together for how long? Three weeks? We're not ready to support a kid, or even know where to begin in taking care of one!" Jeremy shot back.

Mike sat up, glaring at him. "We do though! We work at what's basically a daycare! Mark would love it, he could come in with us to work, we get enough free food and have savings to get us through anything else. I know Bonnie would love to look after him for us during the nightshift. The apartment has an extra room since you've moved into here with me."

"Mike. We're not..." Jeremy sighed. "Maybe some of us aren't emotionally stable for a kid running around."

Oh...He deflated slightly. Jeremy still had really bad nightmares...Sometimes about working six years ago and getting bit, sometimes about what Springtrap had done to him. He sighed, hesitating before he kissed the blond's knuckles.

"Sorry...I didn't even..."

"Dunno how you didn't, I keep you awake most nights..." Jeremy mumbled. He huffed and threw himself back, dragging Mike down with him.

"Ow! Dammit, Jeremy..."

"We can't adopt him." He said firmly. "We're not ready...but I guess there'd be nothing wrong with fostering?"

Mike laid his head on the blond's chest. "...you're sure?"

"Can't you sound more excited, idiot, I'm compromising here."

"Sometimes I forget how romantic you are, and then I get reminded and my heart just flutters." Mike snorted. "But really, you're sure?"

"Fuck no I'm not. But...well, you're right. We do happen to look after the best killer babysitters you could ask for. And he seemed young enough to skip school for a little bit. Hell, I bet we could convince those assholes to teach him if it came to it." Jeremy mused. "If you can get your hot ass up in time, call tomorrow."

Mike rolled his eyes, snuggling closer into Jeremy's chest. "Yeah yeah...Now can I get some sleep? Some of us have phone calls to make in the morning..."

"Smart ass. And some of us have to get up and make sure our killer robots aren't malfunctioning. Off."

Mike watched Jeremy get ready. When the engineer waved and headed out, he rolled in bed and tried to get comfortable, but his mind was racing. They were really going to do it...even if it was just fostering, they'd have Mark with them. He grinned like an idiot until he fell asleep, only waking up at noon when Jeremy called.

"You know what, fuck it. Just tell em we're adopting him."

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And done~ We have the two meeting Mark and their decision to adopt him. I hope this is exactly what you were looking for, anon!

MRIMO