Sebastian x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Chapter I - Fired

Sitting in their cubicle with their elbow propped up on their desk, their head resting against their hand, Y/n sighed and shifted to sit up straight. Soon, they rubbed their eyes before refocusing on their computer screen. They frowned, trying to focus on the first line of words displayed on their screen. They stared blankly at the email before them, skimming over at the words but not retaining a single thing. The only thing that stuck was the last few words of the last sentence. "We feel you'd be a better fit for a different company," they whispered to themselves as they read.

"Mx. L/n," they perked up at the mention of their surname and looked up to their right, up at their supervisor. "It is my regret to inform you to pack up your things, and leave as soon as you are finished."
Y/n stared up at her blankly. Staring up at her was like staring up at your middle school principal, you were scared enough only to comply and nod, but there was rage behind watery eyes. And that's just how Y/n reacted, turning their head to face their desk, eyes watering but feeling a burning hatred for their now ex-supervisor. Their supervisor was at least kind enough to set a normal-sized cardboard box onto their desk before walking off, the click of her heels being louder than the constant click-clacking of the keyboard keys within the establishment.

Y/n stood, gathering their few things from their desk, emptying their drawers, and collecting their laptop before placing everything into the box. When they got to the last drawer, they found nothing but an old envelope with a purple wax seal. They almost threw it away but decided against it as when they turned it over they noticed the written words 'From Grandpa' on the back. They gently placed it onto the top of their items. The box wasn't very full.

Sighing as I walked into my apartment, I set the box down onto my kitchen table. What was I going to do? I just got laid off from my job and I was already tight on money. And it's not like mom or dad could help, or any of my family for that matter. None of them cared enough to ensure I was doing financially well. The only one who would have cared was Grandpa. That's when I remembered, I had that envelope that was from Grandpa.

Turning back to my box I picked it up off the top of everything before opening it up.

'Dear Y/n'

I paused as I read over that first line. It was his handwriting alright, when grandpa died I inherited all of his old journals and sketchbooks. I was still used to seeing how his letters formed so perfectly in the dead handwriting that is cursive.

'If you are reading this, you must be in dire need of a change.

The same happened to me long ago, I'd lost sight of what mattered most in life. Real connections with other people, with nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong. Where you belong. In this envelope, I've enclosed the deed to that place of belonging. My pride and joy: Our farm. You remember where it is, in Stardew Valley, on the southern coast in Pelican Town. It is the perfect place to start your new life, or rather, pick up where you left off with the people you knew. This was my most precious and meaningful gift to you. And now it's officially yours. I know you'll honor the family name, Y/n.

Love, Grandpa.

P.S. If Lewis is still alive, say hi to the old guy for me.'

Tearing up as I read the letter, I smiled. I felt so relieved I got a second shot, and now I didn't have to worry about my life here.