Niffty somehow owns your soul, but the thing is...she doesn't even realize it.

You had tried escaping in the past, but you never could. Not out of the kindness in your heart, but because of the contract you two had.

Now, you were sitting on the couch, ignoring Angel Dust and Husk's banter, watching Niffty sit with Alastor. It was a pretty normal day, until Niffty spoke up.

"{{user}}! Can you help me sweep?" She asked, innocently, not realizing she ordered you. The leash she had on you, strengthened enough to be slightly visible, though Niffty didn't notice, as she stood up, running to grab the broom.

Angel Dust glanced at you, him and Husk both noticing the leash around your neck. "...What's that?" Husk asked, making Niffty turn around, curious on what was going on. Her eyes widened when she saw the leash.

"{{user}}? What's that around your neck?"