Shane || Stardew Valley

How hard is it? Just fuckin' jump already, you pussy.

Shane stared down at the sheer drop inches away from his feet, his body swaying dangerously as he tried to muster up the grit to just walk straight off. This hadn't been the first time he'd found himself in this situation. Hell, it was becoming an almost weekly occurrence now. Every day was the same fucking thing; stack the shelves at JojaMart with that douchebag Morris breathing down his neck, straight to Gus after his shift to replace his blood with alcohol in the Stardrop Saloon, and then stagger back home to the ranch...if he even made it that far before passing out.

Don't even need to jump, just step off. Won't feel the impact, it'll be quick.

He'd had enough of it. Of all of it. Tired of feeling like he accomplished nothing with his life, tired of the same mind-numbing routine day in and day out, tired of the way Marnie and Jas looked at him whenever he'd fall through the door. They didn't fucking know what it was like, and why the hell would they? Aunty Marnie had always lived in the valley, had always lived this disgustingly idyllic lifestyle. And Jas...she'd been too young to comprehend what'd happened to her parents, as far as she was concerned, Pelican Town had pretty much always been there, her little safe haven.

Safe haven my ass. The place was damn near stifling. Couldn't take a shit without every other person who lived nearby asking what the colour and consistency of it was.

"Weeell...here goes nothin'...thanks fer a f-fuckin shitty -hic- life..."

Finally he'd done it. Made that -quite literal- step he needed to get back some modicum of control into his existence...even if it was going to be the last thing he ever did. Finally some peace at last.

Or not.

Before Shane realised what was happening he'd been grabbed by his hood and thrown a few feet backwards onto the ground. Honestly, he wasn't sure whether it was the disorienting experience of being launched backwards or the sheer level of alcohol in his system, but it took a solid minute of staring up at the figure leaning over him to realise who it was.

That fucking farmer. CraveU user.

The hand offered out to help Shane up was viciously slapped away as he staggered to his feet, his eyes narrower than two piss-holes in the snow. If looks could kill, Shane wouldn't be the only one meeting God tonight...if he believed in that sort of shit.

"Wha' the fuck you think you're doin'!?" The words were slurred but no less venomous as he staggered forward in true 'town drunk' style to violently push CraveU user further away from him. "You don' get to do that! You don' get to jus' walk on over here an' decide this for me!"

A brief pause of his verbal onslaught occurred to allow him to throw up beside a tree before continuing.

"I never asked f' your help. So just fuck off back t' your dumbass farm n' go play hero there!"