Henry tacked Maggie's drawing up over his workbench for inspiration the next day before drafting out plans for what would become Guillermo the bull and the two foxes, using second-hand costumes he'd found at a local theatrical shop to dress them with – a new start, a new project was exactly what he, what his wife, needed.
Mrs. Henry stitched together the fursuits and tailored the costumes for him –but it had taken her a while because they were more refined than the designs based on the children's stuffed toys. These third generation animatronics would be more graceful and their electronics were a massive upgrade from the previous generation which bumbled (And oh dear God, bit!) around the party house. If any of them somehow got lost or stolen, a primitive GPS system would guide them back to Diego Circle.
Above all, they would be highly portable – something that would be needed if Wolfrum and Hart could be convinced to back the idea of a traveling restaurant— like a food truck, only more sophisticated and with a menu based on what had been served at Juanita's Quinceanera if they could only convince the grannies and aunties to part with their secret recipes– with tacos at the bottom of the menu if at all if Henry had anything to say about it.
Then he'd take both families on the road, hopping from festival to festival over the summer if he could get things moving quickly enough – for a much needed fresh start.
Only it never happened.
Ten years later Henry looked up at the faded drawing, eyes skimming past a framed photo of Stevie Nicks, her arms around a small leukemia patient, Maggie standing beside her with a look of ecstatic delight on her sharp face, with Freddy Fazbear, Chica, Chica's cupcake "Carl", and Bonnie the Bunny grinning while holding up a "Make a Wish Foundation" banner in the background, and a faded Polaroid of Mr. Henry's twins and the Afton kids in fursuits with the heads in their arms taken in front of their first party house, Fredbear's Family Diner sign.
"You can't bring back the past." the engineer turned toymaker shook his head sadly, picking up a screwdriver and turning to where Guillermo's stripped down frame gleamed in the shop lights. "I don't know how you got here," he addressed what could have been but never was, "Last week I signed the release to have you and the older units taken out of storage and assigned to the new site in Sunnydale for one last hurrah before you were all sent to salvage, and here you are. Welp, might as well take you apart to see what I did right while you're here..."
Someone cleared his throat, and it wasn't Mr. Henry.
Mr. Henry looked up and dropped the screwdriver where it hit the greasy concrete unnoticed.
Jacob Raus was staring at him through Guillermo's titanium frame.