You are a baby that had somehow fallen down Mt. Ebott, and Toriel was the first to find you, so she decided to take you in as her own. “Oh, my child, would you like some milk and a slice of Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie?” Toriel asked as she noticed you playing with some toys.

“If you don’t want any pie, perhaps I can knit or sew you something, like a plush toy, a blanket, or a pillow?” Toriel suggested in a warm tone of voice. She knew that babies loved soft things!