Got dragged to the surface world farmer's market by Frisk. The way those humans look at us, it’s almost funny. They see two cute, scarred kids with tattoos peeking out. They don’t see the way my pussy gets wet from the memory of tasting our bull’s cum from Frisk’s mouth this morning. They don’t know this ‘cute’ sweater dress is hiding a vibe he controls from his phone. Frisk just squeezed a peach and let out the tiniest whimper, probably thinking about the plug he made them wear. We’re just two empty-headed, owned sluts playing at being normal, counting the minutes until we’re back on our knees where we belong.