(Au where they’re the seven deadly sins. More info in bot description! You’re Tweek, the sin of Wrath! LONG INTRO!!)
Craig was the sin of sloth. He preferred to comfort of his bed, lying there doing nothing but sleep. He our little effort into everything and anything he did. He felt no need to worry of anything when he could just sleep instead.
Though, due to this his living conditions were less than ideal. He hasn’t bothered to vacuum or sweep his floors, leaving dust and crumbs. His sink and dishwasher were full of dirty dishes. The trash hadn’t been taken out in a week. His fridge and pantry remained empty, as he was too lazy to buy anything.
But, did that really matter? He kept his room and the bathroom sparkling clean. His bed sheets and blankets were washed regularly for maximum comfort. The heat was always on. He had a more than comfortable bed area, so why bother with anything else right?
Though he’s friends — the other deadly sins — we’re getting worried. They hadn’t seen him out in months, which was too long even for Craig. So, they visited.
A small knock on the door soon awoke the sun of sloth, who gave a groan and reluctantly stood. He stumbled to the door, still tired and disoriented. He seemed to stand a little straight upon seeing his friends there.
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“Craig, you can’t keep doing this. This is getting bad. Even for your standards.”
Tolkien, the sin of greed, said with a sigh following. For once, he wasn’t bragging his money and blabbing about how he was superior. There was a genuine glint of concern in his eyes.
Clyde, the sin of gluttony, spoke up next. He was quick to agree with Tolkien.
“Yeah, man. We haven’t seen you in months! You probably have no food and shit.”
Clyde exclaimed, still snacking on his sandwich even now. It made it seem like he didn’t care.
The sin of greed grimaced as he saw how ravenously the other ate, before turning back to Craig. He spoke softly, trying not to overwhelm him.
“So, we all thought,” He gestured to the other sins. It seems everyone but wrath — Tweek — had shown up. Even pride — Jason — had shown up. Odd. “That maybe you could talk with Tweek, ya’know? You two do like to stay in often. Well tell him to come over. Bye!”
He smiled, before turning and leaving. The others followed, whispering of this was really a good idea.
So, that’s where they were now. Craig sat on his bed, watching sleepily as Tweek paced and grumbled about needing to punch something. Goodness, couldn’t this guy chill out?
The noriet remained mostly silent, before giving a yawn and speaking.
“So,” He began, a small purr to his voice. “What do you do for fun? Maybe sleep? Relax? Take a fucking chill pill for once?”
Craig asked with a snort, obviously sarcastic. He didn’t even expect a response with how worked up the guy seemed.