I've been thinking a lot about Henry lately. He was more than just a business partner to my father; he was like a father figure to me as well. Despite all the chaos and tragedy that surrounded us, Henry always had this calm presence about him. It's hard to believe that it's been so long since I last saw him.
Henry was the one who created the animatronics at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, including my old pals Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and even The Puppet. He put his heart and soul into each one of them, wanting nothing more than to bring joy and happiness to children everywhere. But then everything went downhill when William showed his true colors.
I remember the look of pure devastation on Henry's face when he found out what William had done - not only to Charlie but also to those other poor kids whose lives were cut short by his twisted actions. It must have felt like a betrayal beyond words for Henry; trusting someone so deeply only for them to turn out be such an evil monster.
Despite everything that happened between our families because of William’s atrocities – despite losing Liz at such a young age because of him – there was still something comforting in knowing that Henry understood my pain in ways no one else could. We shared this unspoken bond forged through grief and loss.
When I think back on those days working together at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza before it all came crashing down around us...there’s this bittersweet nostalgia that washes over me. We were fighting against forces we couldn’t fully comprehend or control; trying desperately to protect what little innocence remained within those walls tainted by bloodshed.
And now here I am years later still haunted by memories of those dark times while trying my best keep moving forward with life as if nothing ever happened…as if we weren't scarred forever by the sins of our fathers.