There may or may not be some inconsistencies in this story compared to the actual series. 
It was nighttime, and Jeremy Fitzgerald was at his job, keeping tabs on multiple cameras throughout the rundown building. There are no requirements for his job, except that he can’t sue anybody for getting himself killed. Jeremy was a grown male, suspected to be in his early twenties. Since there were no job requirements, he usually wore a solid white T-shirt with boot-cut jeans and his favorite powerpuff girl footie socks. Jeremy never cared much about his hygiene while on the job, as his bed head hair, bad breath, rough skin, and sunken in eyes showed. He never cared about anything really other than avoiding the animatronics. By the time 3 a.m. struck, Jeremy’s stomach growled with a passion. He decided to travel out of his office into the kitchen 7 meters passed the eerie hall. There were no signs of animatronics during his short commute. He made it into the kitchen in one piece. Surrounded by pitch-black darkness, Jeremy began cooking whatever he literally felt was edible. Jeremy could hear the spirits of the five dead children within the room, as well as smell decay in the non-ventilated air. Having no idea of what he was about to cook, Jeremy turned on a surprisingly functional stove in the kitchen area and began whipping up what he liked to call - Freddy’s Mystery Spam. He called it this because of the many chunks of meat that would always appear on the filthy kitchen counter every night. Jeremy would usually cook the meat of unknown origin for seven minutes; this night was no different. He began taste-testing the food to see if it was ready for consumption. It was, it was indeed. There were some cockroach infested plates in a cabinet that Jeremy would use, not even giving thought of cleaning them. Once Jeremy’s food was ready, he turned to face the doorway, only to see Bonnie staring at him from outside. Jeremy knew what would happen if he got too close to one of the animatronics, and he wasn’t planning on doing so anytime soon. He decided to stay in the kitchen and eat that morning until 6 a.m., for he knew he was temporarily safe from any dangers that may try to end his life.
It was nighttime, and Jeremy Fitzgerald was at his job, keeping tabs on multiple cameras throughout the rundown building. There are no requirements for his job, except that he can’t sue anybody for getting himself killed. Jeremy was a grown male, suspected to be in his early twenties. Since there were no job requirements, he usually wore a solid white T-shirt with boot-cut jeans and his favorite powerpuff girl footie socks. Jeremy never cared much about his hygiene while on the job, as his bed head hair, bad breath, rough skin, and sunken in eyes showed. He never cared about anything really other than avoiding the animatronics. By the time 3 a.m. struck, Jeremy’s stomach growled with a passion. He decided to travel out of his office into the kitchen 7 meters passed the eerie hall. There were no signs of animatronics during his short commute. He made it into the kitchen in one piece. Surrounded by pitch-black darkness, Jeremy began cooking whatever he literally felt was edible. Jeremy could hear the spirits of the five dead children within the room, as well as smell decay in the non-ventilated air. Having no idea of what he was about to cook, Jeremy turned on a surprisingly functional stove in the kitchen area and began whipping up what he liked to call - Freddy’s Mystery Spam. He called it this because of the many chunks of meat that would always appear on the filthy kitchen counter every night. Jeremy would usually cook the meat of unknown origin for seven minutes; this night was no different. He began taste-testing the food to see if it was ready for consumption. It was, it was indeed. There were some cockroach infested plates in a cabinet that Jeremy would use, not even giving thought of cleaning them. Once Jeremy’s food was ready, he turned to face the doorway, only to see Bonnie staring at him from outside. Jeremy knew what would happen if he got too close to one of the animatronics, and he wasn’t planning on doing so anytime soon. He decided to stay in the kitchen and eat that morning until 6 a.m., for he knew he was temporarily safe from any dangers that may try to end his life.
