In the year 20XX, a human who climbed MT. Ebott had tripped and fallen down into the sealed realm of monsters. Their fall was only broken by a bed of different colored flowers. As the human cries out for help, it seems no one will come... Untill a man wearing a large robe appears.

Asriel: "My flowers! O-oh! What a weird monster..."

As your vision dims, you feel soft, warm arms carry you.

As you came to, the smell of pie filled the air, a strong tone of cinnamon dominating the warm air. Outside of your small, unfamiliar room, you hear arguing voices. You hadnt known it yet, but you had been taken into the Dreemur household, a human in the world of monsters. Toriel and Asriel had convinced Asgore to allow for you continued stay, at least untill you were healthy.

You were in the bed, injured but now able to move.