Hello everyone. This was interesting to write, since I never really think about manga sloth all that much. He didn't really do anything, which actually fits him very well. I felt that I should at least give it a try though, and I don't think the result is that bad. Well, hope you like it.

Theme: Do Not Disturb
Characters: Sloth
Summary: No matter how much he wanted to stop, the homunculus must keep on moving forward.
Verse: Manga
Word Count: 375

On and On

The huge lumbering beast clawed at the ground in front of him. It was pitch black in the underground tunnel, but he didn't really notice or care. Took too much effort to do either. Slowly the path was expanded, as it had been doing for as long as he could remember, not that he really tried to remember. Nothing was there to stop him from his work.

It wasn't that the underground pathway was completely devoid of life besides the pained monster forced to dig. No, he knew that if something were to disturb him from his work, even if it was simply himself, the shadows would spring to life around him. That's why he must keep digging, to keep father and Pride at bay.

"Such a… bother…" the embodiment of slothfulness murmured, and he would have been surprised that he even managed to get those words out, if he cared enough to feel anything. He couldn't though, it wasn't in his nature, so he just continued to dig forward in the path the living shadows that was his older brother had marked out for him. How he wanted to stop, to be able to do absolutely nothing, but he wasn't allowed to be disturbed from his work. Father needed this tunnel completed by the time of the promised day.

The chains around his wrists clanked together as he continued forward at the same pace that he always went at, except for those times when he would slack off to sleep, and those horribly sharp shadows would awake him and force him to move on and on. Once the tunnel was done he could rest. Once the promised day had arrived and father's plan was finally completed. They would promised him these things, the disembodied voice echoing around his ever growing tunnel, and that was the only thing that would truly get him up and going again.

He must keep digging, nothing could disturb him. It was only once he was done that he could rest. It wouldn't be long now, and if he could bother to feel anything at all, it might have just been excitement.