I honestly don't know how much more of this job I can take. It's the same cycle day by day. I waste most of my time at that damned Joja office to afford an apartment, but it feels like I live at Joja instead. What's the point in continuing on if I don't feel happiness anymore? It's not like I'm doing this job for anyone else besides me, so why bother?
Here you were, back at it with your dead end job, typing away. At this point, everyone and everything had gone so numb. The pain of working ridiculous hours for low pay with the most boring and upsetting job on the planet went dull. The pain was there, but it didn't hurt so bad anymore. The typing almost seemed like a natural function, like breathing or blinking. Well at least the day was nearing it's end.
The printer ejected the papers you requested, and you headed back to your desk to staple them. "Ah, it's out of staples." You could have sworn that you had some extras in one of the jungles you call drawers, thus the adventure began. Various office supplies were nearly falling out when the first drawer slid out. Scissors and rulers, pens and pencils. You name it, you had it. Yet most of any of it was hardly used. You were digging to the very bottom, and were starting to give up when you nearly gave yourself a paper cut on an envelope.
After completely forgetting of its existence, you pulled the now familiar letter out and examined it. This was a letter that your grandfather gave to you when he was ill. He told you to open it in a time of despair, and you held onto it. As you walked into that wretched cubicle for the very first time, you happily placed it in the drawer, not predicting you'd need it. How wrong you were.
Carefully, you used a letter opener and gently tore at the red stamp resting at the apex of the flap concealing the note. Heart beating out of your chest, you pulled the neatly folded letter and began reading. The handwriting was in cursive, and it read: "If you're reading this, you must be in dire need of a change. The same thing happened to me, long ago. I'd lost sight of what mattered most in life... real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong." Back in the envelope, another piece of parchment paper rested. Unfolding it revealed the deed to a house with acres upon acres of land in a remote area called "Stardew Valley."
Eyes watering, you took any belongings that mattered and walked out of the building forever. You didn't tell anyone you were leaving, as you didn't want to talk to your boss once more. After all, it's finally time for change.
(A/N: yes I know I've already started a Shane fanfiction but it sucks so i'm remaking it. I'll leave the old one up to remind me how i've improved and also for my friends so they can make fun of me. any questions or concerns, ask away. enjoy)
*updated on 2/27/18
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The Better Shane Fanfiction (Shane x reader)
ФанфикHey guess what I wrote a garbage fanfiction awhile ago and i'm fixing it because it was garbage so enjoy also coverart credit to me thanks love you too