Hi there! This little fanfiction is based on fablegate's Baby Frisk AU on tumblr. If you can, go take a look at the blog, it's really cool!

He was bored. God was he bored.

In fact, if his existence was converted into letters at that very instant, he was most definitely sure they would spell the word "BOREDOM" over and over.

He was in the ruins, standing in one of the rare spots of grass and flowers who were blessed by the thin rays of sunlight filtering through the numerous cracks in this part of the underground's ceiling. What good was there to be anywhere else? He already knew everything that would happen, every scheme, every case, every line of dialogue, all by the heart he didn't have. He wanted something knew, something that would shake up this place, turn it upside down, if possible in the cruelest way, that was always fun. He wanted to see blood he didn't spill, hear screams he didn't cause. He wanted to see what it would be like if someone else did the experience instead of him. Maybe it would be different? Who knew? He was so bored with this place he knew like the back of his roots, he wanted to see other things.

He caught himself thinking about a new human that would fall in the ruins. A cruel human that would bring a bit of fun. Well, a normal human would do as well. He could tease them, torment them, play with it the way a cat plays with his mouse. It would be so great, humans were so unpredictable, so fun. Then he would kill them, take their soul, cross the barrier, just to leave and see new things, break new things, do and undo new things to give once more some spice to his meaningless existence.

A sound interrupted his sordid thought. As if woken up from a dream, he needed a few seconds to take in the place again. The sound came from above. He bent his stem and looked up.

He didn't immediately see the small shape descending slowly from one of the crack in the rock. Curiosity filled him again for the first time in what felt like centuries. He heard a rope rubbing against the stone, the frightened gasp of a small animal, the ominous creaking of old fabric about to break.

A basket fell roughly on the spot of golden flowers growing under the crack. The rope attached to the handle fell next to it, and the weak reasoning of footstep high above indicated that whoever was the person who had descended this object, they were gone without looking back.

Flowey approached with curiosity. What kind of monstrosity could be in this basket for the humans to get rid of it by sending it to monsters? He pulled his head up above the ground, without any respect for his flower fellows who didn't give a shit anyway. A strange shape was moving and whining weakly underneath a thin blue blanket. Flowey moved closer to see.

A hand suddenly gripped one of his petals and, out of surprise, he beat the flower world record of backwards jump. You didn't know a flower could jump backwards? Well he didn't either.

He struggled back up. Seriously, do you know how hard it is to put your own roots back in the ground? His head was a bit throbbing and he let out an outraged cry when he realized that beast had torn away one of his petals. His bullets appeared around him, deadly. This thing was going to have a bad time (if he could say so).

He approached again, more boldly, and looked in the basket while making sure he stayed at a safe distance, this time. And his eyes widened out of incredulity. The blanket had moved and, underneath, was a tiny human, even smaller than him, dressed in an old onesie that had probably once been blue and pink, and who was now busy with chewing the stolen petal between his toothless jaws.

"Oh, yeah, go on, eat it, I won't have to kill you myself this way." Flowey said as his bullets disappeared around him. He gave a curious look to the tiny baby who was still mechanically chewing on the petal. He was a buttercup, after all, he should be toxic.

Something came back to his memory. A buttercup field, a child who was, in the same way, cautiously eating the poisoned flowers. Then a bed.

"It was a joke, give me that back, now! I-It's not fun if I don't do anything!" he said with a little bit more of panic then he would have liked. The baby didn't seem to understand but their face was slowly turning into a disgusted frown. After a few more bites, they let the petal out of their mouth as well as a sharp wail. Flowey cringed at the piercing noise, and even more when he saw his petal crinkled and wet with saliva. "Ew, actually, you can keep it…" he sighed, annoyed.

He looked closer at the little one. Their skin was thin, and almost golden over his fragile limbs. They had brown hair flying around their head and their huge baby eyes were narrowed in a way that made it difficult to see their color. Which was hazel, by the way. Flowey pouted. Their soul was weak, the same as every young infant. Much weaker than a normal human soul. Well, it was still a soul. It would be fun to see what would happen if he took it.

Yeah, he would do this. It wasn't like a newborn barely able to crawl and catch objects was going to do anything interesting in the boredom kingdom he lived in. They couldn't even walk, or do anything funny. The bullets appeared again. The baby, unaware of the danger, extended their little curious hands towards them, babbling, having forgotten the bitter memory of the buttercup petal. Killing them wasn't even fun. Flowey growled. He hoped.

The little hand surprised him again, but this time, it was the stem it had gripped. Flowey gasped, scared of being forced as well into the young child's mouth. But the human didn't do such a thing. They looked attentively the spot on Flowey's face where plump tatters indicated there had been a petal. Hesitatingly, as if not knowing how to do it very well yet, they brought that spot to their mouth. "I'm going to reset, after this. I'm so going to reset and you're going to die, you hear me?" exclaimed an exasperated Flowey.

However, the little one didn't chew. They simply applied their slobbery lips on the spot from where the petal had been torn. "Mouah!" they said with exaggeration before they let go of the stem and threw a fit of laughter. Flowey stopped next to the basket as the baby extended their arms, once more, towards the pretty little white pellets rotating in the air. What. The heck. Was this?

He shock himself. He didn't care about what this was supposed to be, he was going to take that soul. Just for the heck of it, as always. He was about to throw the bullets when a noise stopped him. What now? He barely had time to look around before a magic ball charged him, taking him away from the basket and throwing him in the air for the second time that day. He had to escape. A hideous cringe deformed his lips. Whatever, he'd take that soul later. Just before he left, he took time to check out who was the newcomer.

"I can't believe it, to do this to such a young human! Oh, my child, don't cry, I'm here now…"

A dark smile appeared on his face. An alternative he hadn't thought of made its way to his mind. If Toriel had decided to interfere, if she thought she could take care of a newborn in the desolated ruins, without any help from the outside, then it would probably be…

Interesting.