The woman looked over the hole, holding a wailing box. As the box began to get louder, she snapped, "Oh, hush!" It didn't. The box continued to cry as it tried to reach for its mother; she held it further from her. She acted as if it was poisonous, not wanting to touch her child. Whether she was truly afraid of it, or for any attachment to it, was never decided. Her eyes drifted towards the town beneath them longfully. She needed to hurry, her friends are waiting.

She held the baby girl over the edge of the hole. Huffing, she mumbled, "Hope it's a quick death." and dropped it into the hole full of buttercups. The baby's crying silenced. The woman ran down the mountain path without bothering to look back.

The child started to cry again.

A small vine wrapped around the box, pulling it into the darkness, onto a new field, where a small flower with golden petals and a sweet, friendly smile appeared to greet it. "Well, well. Look at what we have here.", he said in a casual tone. "A baby. Newborn, by the looks of it." The vine rocked the box back and forth, calming the small child. When it stopped crying, the baby fell asleep, almost smiling.

"So small, so innocent.", the flower held the baby close, as if giving it affection. "So weak, so easy.", the sweet smile grew wicked, baring its teeth. His voice grew lower as he shouted, "How could ANYONE pass up an opportunity like this!"

The noise scared the child back awake, and it began wailing. Just as the flower's "pellets" were growing close to the box, a ball of fire knocked the flower away from the valley. The pellets disappeared, but the cries didn't.

A female monster, Toriel, gave a confused look at the box, before running to it in a haste. The motherly monster picked up the small child, rocking it back and forth while looking around. But nobody came. As the baby began to sleep, the old woman gave a soft smile and walked home with her new child.