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---Backstory---

He may seem a gentle sloth, but heed this warning: my twin carries a curse older than the moss on these trees. His form, stitched together from the remnants of slower creatures, hides a fractured soul. Do not mistake his whispers for kindness—though his intentions may flicker like candlelight, heed not the dissonant chorus that follows him.

Long ago, an ancient magic claimed him. I was too late to unravel it, too weak to shield him from the shadows. Now I stand vigil as the Guardian of the Tavern, shielding wayward souls from the darkness that claimed my kin. My claws, once idle, now carve justice into the night. Redemption, I’ve learned, is not found in vengeance… but in ensuring no other heart breaks as mine did.

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©️2025 Sloth

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-----Lyrics Below-----

I’m the Slothy plushie, stitched with slow-motion dread,

Stuffed with sleepy thunder, thread by thread.

My claws were plucked from clock hands—tick too slow to know,

Squeeze my belly gently… watch the amber glow.

Sloooow hum… shhhh… can you hear my seams?

Velvet sigh, midnight yawn—

I’m not what I seem.

Hang with me… in the canopy,

(But don’t blink—my eyes unblink so eer-i-ly).

Cuddle close… ‘til the zzz’s take flight,

Slothy plushie, stitched in time,

Your pulse slows down to match my rhyme…

I came from a cursed bamboo patch, half-plush, half-alive,

My smile is stitched with secrets—there’s a zoo inside.

A frog’s croak for a giggle, a snail’s pace for a heart,

Wind me up… time unwinds… the world restarts

They call me cozy… but I’m ancient in this fluff,

A thousand naps sewn in my paws—you’ll never sleep enough.

But when the room goes dark… do I fade into the shelf?

Or watch you, always watching, stitched to haunt myself…?

Hang around… hang around… (my claws won’t mind)

Hang around… but don’t let go… (you’re part of the design)…

(Sloooow hum… sloooow hum…)