Amos leaned back in his chair and sighed, surveying the work he'd completed on this spreadsheet. he needed to complete the proposal for the next zone expansion by eight tomorrow morning, and he hadn't been given near enough time to prepare. it was probably his fault, though. Joja was known for being ruthless, but Amos's coarse personality was better for making enemies and not friends. there were people in his environment that wanted him to fail.

amos pondered for a while, running his fingers through the short and thick hair at the nape of his neck. he wondered if it was all worth it. if all this stress and strife was what he was destined. if this was what he had to live for. he thought about quitting it all, perhaps finding a scenic bridge to fall off of. no, there was one more option.

there, in his file drawer, locked away for at least a decade, was a letter, a letter that he knew so well. a message from a dead man imploring him to only open it when he felt like this. he had no intention of ever opening it. in fact, it was the same drawer he discarded his wedding ring in the morning he was served his divorce papers. that sealed the deal really, the drawer was to never be opened. but now curiosity was biting at him. he was so hellbent on this career at joja, only to have the life sucked out of him. he was a desperate man now, in the middle of his life.

His hand itched for the handle.

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It was a cool spring morning, but the crisp air felt good on amos' face. He was sitting in a bus, with most of his belongings crammed into a duffel bag sitting next to him. He opened the window to let some fresh air in and stifle the smell of old and rotting leather coming from the bus seats. He hummed to himself, idly wondering how long it would take to get to pelican town, a town he'd visited often growing up. That was the problem though, he had simply grown up. He'd moved the way, he no longer remembered the number of the cracked old highway leading into the small town. He'd moved away, and forgotten how long it took to get there, or how many right hand turns one needed to take. What he did remember was that everything he would need was within walking distance, so he sold his car to fund this fresh start, to get himself off on the right foot.

The bus began to slow and he peered out of that window. There to the side was a sign with cheerful looking print across it.

Welcome to Pelican Town!

a/n: hii alydar here long time no see welcome to my rewrite :] ive fallen back in love with harvey and my farmer and i would have just continued this story but it lowkey reeks and its only four chapters long so i thought i could just revamp it lol. this is unedited so if that bothers u im sorry but im not really sorry at all lol. if u want to be my editor hmu lol. love you guys xoxo