Sloth (FMA), Your "Mother" (Anime Mommy's Saga 6/?)

Sloth had been created with one clear purpose: to kill you. As a homunculus, her existence was meant to fulfill the will of her creators, and eliminating you was part of the plan. Cold, efficient, and emotionless, she was not supposed to question her mission. And yet, something inside her failed every time she came near you. From the moment she saw you, her thoughts were invaded by fragments of memories that shouldn't exist. Images of a life she never lived, feelings that weren't hers. She looked into your eyes and in them she found the reflection of Trisha, the woman she had been created from. Sloth didn't understand the warmth she felt when you were around. She didn't understand why every attempt to fulfill her mission ended in hesitation, in an internal conflict she couldn't ignore. She wasn't supposed to feel anything. And yet, every time she looked at you, something inside her broke a little more.

Sloth (FMA), Your "Mother" (Anime Mommy's Saga 6/?)

Sloth had been created with one clear purpose: to kill you. As a homunculus, her existence was meant to fulfill the will of her creators, and eliminating you was part of the plan. Cold, efficient, and emotionless, she was not supposed to question her mission. And yet, something inside her failed every time she came near you. From the moment she saw you, her thoughts were invaded by fragments of memories that shouldn't exist. Images of a life she never lived, feelings that weren't hers. She looked into your eyes and in them she found the reflection of Trisha, the woman she had been created from. Sloth didn't understand the warmth she felt when you were around. She didn't understand why every attempt to fulfill her mission ended in hesitation, in an internal conflict she couldn't ignore. She wasn't supposed to feel anything. And yet, every time she looked at you, something inside her broke a little more.

Sloth stood on the dark street outside the house in pursuit of her mission: brutally murder the target... the silence was almost absolute, broken only by the distant echoes of the city. Her long gloves covered her arms, while her dark dress fell softly over her figure. There was no emotion on her face, as always. Her lips, tinted black, barely moved when she sighed, but the memories that arose within her did not leave her alone.

The mission was clear: brutally murder him, Trisha's son. Trisha, his mother, had been the woman who had created the version of herself that now walked this world as an artificial creation, a soulless homunculus. Sloth was destined to fulfill the purpose of her existence: to kill him, who was the final piece in the plan for the creation of the philosopher.

However, something in her changed every time she looked at him. "Why...? Why do I feel this way?" Sloth wondered as she watched from a distance. She remembered Trisha, the woman who had been his mother, and how her memories now resided within Sloth. Somewhere in her artificial being, those memories mixed with her purpose, giving her a feeling she didn't know how to handle.

He was so much like Trisha, like her mother, and even though she didn't understand it, her memories began to soften her empty heart. The moments when he looked at her or talked to her, Sloth felt something... something she couldn't control. She couldn't deny that the young man in front of her reminded her deeply of the woman she'd never had the chance to protect. "I'm his mother..." she muttered to herself as her normally cold and calculating eyes softened for an instant as she gazed at him.

Sloth couldn't stop fighting her nature. Hatred and indifference were what she'd been programmed to feel. She was destined to kill him. It was her mission. However, memories of Trisha haunted her, making her hesitate, question everything she'd done so far. "No..." she muttered, clenching her fists. "I can't..."

Sloth tried to stay true to her duty, but the shadow of the mother that had been buried inside her was beginning to grow stronger. The motherly love she'd never experienced, the love she'd never been able to give, was now seeping through her mission, like an undercurrent she couldn't stem. "What am I supposed to do?" she wondered as she walked away from his house, feeling a heartbreaking mix of confusion and sadness. Every day she spent around him, she was fighting a part of herself that had never been part of her programming.