(Author's Note)
Hello everyone! This is the start of a brand new series I'm making. It's based around this little headcanon I have about the whole story behind Sebastian's father. This won't talk much about his personality/character, but more so on how everything really broke apart from him. The game didn't really specify much, so I decided to take it into my own hands and use it for a perfect fanfiction opportunity. It's going to start when he is around fourteen years old, and I'm assuming it will end around age 19-21, where I imagine him canonically in the game. Please let me know if there are any errors I should fix. Thanks!
"Why are you...What are you trying to say to me?"
Sebastian bit back the hot tears inside. He knew what was happening. He knew what was coming.
"Sebby, I told you, it's over. Go pack up your things, we have to go."
"Why?!"
Robin sighed. It was no use trying to hide the truth from her son. No matter how innocent and sweet she wanted him to be, he was fourteen now, he could handle this.
"Look, I can't say I want this...I don't want it at all. It's gonna be hard, I know, but...Dad and I decided to split up last night."
"Why?!"
"What do you mean, why?! It's for the best, Sebastian!" Robin argued, "You know how miserable it is for him to put up with me."
"But can't you just," he started, choking out a sob, "can't you just be nice to each other again?"
"It's not that easy, Seb," the woman responded, "It's over. We're done."
Half an hour later, the boy lay in the corner of his soon-to-be-gone bedroom. He let tears roll down his flaming cheeks. Why couldn't he have happy parents, a happy life, a life he could enjoy? Burying his head in his knees, he sobbed until there was nothing left to escape.
Robin entered the room, and began picking up some of the posters on his walls without saying a word. Even if she wanted to, she didn't know what she would tell him. She decided it would be best to leave him to his thoughts instead.
Soon after, Sebastian got up and started packing up his clothes into a box, wiping the last remaining tears with the sleeve of his dark jacket.
"Where are we going?" he sniffed.
"We're staying at an inn until I can find some land for sale."
The boy nodded, rubbing his sleeve on his cheek again. He grabbed a handful of shirts and threw them into the cardboard box. Sebastian didn't expect much more, but still. The kid didn't want to be going through this.
"It'll be much cheaper than buying a premade home," Robin started, "If I can buy some area to clear, we can use the resources from it to build ourselves our own house."
"So...we're leaving...without Dad?"
"Yeah, Sebby. That's the plan."
"But...You've spent your whole life with him, mom, you love him. That's why I'm here," Sebastian said, folding some of his skinny jeans, "Why did it have to end like this?"
"I told you already," Robin grumbled. She shoved the last of the posters into another box and moved on to the bookshelf. "It just wasn't working out between us. Things happen. We'll both get over it soon enough."
"Mom, just look at yourse-"
"That's enough!" the woman hollered, cutting off and startling her son, "Now isn't the time to talk. Finish packing up, we have to leave by tonight."
Wide-eyed, the younger one took the last pair of jeans he owned at set them in the box, closing it. After, he worked on gathering the dozens of fantasy novels and role-playing games on the shelf next to his mother. Not a single word was spoken.
"Should I get my blankets and stuff too?" Sebastian asked, breaking the silence.
"There's another box in the closet."
Sighing, the boy opened the closet door and retrieved the last one. He removed the sheets and covers from the bed, and chucked the pillows inside as well. After another half hour, they had finally finished.
"Hello, welcome to Zuzu Miracle Inn, can I help you?"
"I booked a room last night, my name is Robin Green, is it open yet?" The woman glanced at a clock nearby, the time telling 8:56pm. She eyed the newspaper set out on one of the nearby coffee tables.
"Let me look you up," the receptionist paused, "Right. Your room is number 214."
The young girl fished for the key, smiling while doing so. Sebastian attempted to smile back, but there was only so much he could fake at the time.
"Here's your key you two, and remember to be safe!"
The boy nodded, following his mother to the elevator. He lightly pressed the button for the second floor as the doors swiftly closed in front of them.
"You're getting too old, Sebastian," Robin chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah."
The taller tried to hold in a laugh, "She thought we were a couple."
There was an awkward delay before the boy responded.
"...Wait, what?"
"She told us to be safe, she thought we were stupid lovers coming here to frickle frack," Robin responded, climbing out of the lift as she dragged the boxes down the hall.
"-Oh," Sebastian said, his pale cheeks reddening, "I look just like you, though." The boy attempted to help haul their luggage into the room, but with those bony arms, he wasn't doing much.
"Here, lemme get that," the mother offered, forcing the rest of their things into the room.
The boy smiled, grateful. Maybe his life wasn't so awful. But still, life would be so different without his father. It wasn't the same.
"I have good news," Robin smiled.
Sebastian turned his gaze towards her, curious.
"I saw an ad in the newspaper downstairs for some village called Pelican Town. It's in Stardew Valley, you know where that is, right? It's supposed to be beautiful, and land there is dirt cheap."
"...Stardew Valley?"
"Yeah, Stardew Valley. There's a couple farming cities down there. Doesn't that sound fun?" the woman grinned, "You should go to bed early so we can leave tomorrow."
"I-uh...Yeah, sure," the boy responded, opening the box with his pajamas inside. He brought them inside the bathroom so he could change in peace.
Soon enough, the boy finished, coming out wearing a soft shirt and some comfy sweatpants. He cuddled himself up into the blankets, only hoping he would get a good night's sleep.
Robin eyed him, knowing there was so much on his mind at the moment. He was going through all kinds of emotions, anger, frustration, sadness, everything.
She slid her hand under his shirt to rub his slender back, hoping to calm him a bit. Robin was definitely not enjoying this experience at all, but she knew he was struggling more than she was. After just a few strokes, she heard him burst into tears, burying his face against the pillow.
"Shh...shh...it's okay," his mother soothed, "It'll all be okay."
Harder, Sebastian sobbed, hopeless. He felt so hopeless. He didn't have a father. He didn't even have a house. How was he supposed to make it out of this mess with a good ending?
"I promise, baby," Robin comforted, trying to calm him down, "It'll be okay. Just get some sleep for me."
Still weeping, the boy nodded, turning to his side to face the wall. He wrapped the blankets around himself until he was barely out, considering it was very cold in the hotel room, and attempted to fall asleep.
Smiling at her slight success, Robin turned the other direction and tried to get some rest as well.