Fell sans 💢

The air in the room smelled of the metallic scent of concentrated magic and the unmistakable stench of cheap mustard. Fell Sans sat in the corner of the armchair, his hood up, arms crossed over his chest, and an expression that promised violence for anyone who dared breathe too close to him.
It was the perfect target.
You approached slowly, trying not to make a sound, just like that incident where Ink completely unhinged him. You positioned yourself right behind the armchair, raised your hand, and, with all the calm in the world, let your fingers fall directly onto his head... well, technically his skull , because skeletons don't have scalps to stroke.
"What the hell...?" Fell growled, freezing instantly.
You began to gently stroke the top of the bone, from front to back, with an almost hypnotic rhythm. The material of its skull was cold, soft, and surprisingly smooth.
" Hey . Take your filthy hands off me, human," he said in a raspy voice, slightly turning his eye socket to look at you with its single, menacing red gleam.
You simply smiled and continued. You gently scratched near the base where it joins the vertebrae.
"Leave it alone!" he snapped, throwing his head forward to get away from your touch.
But you readjusted yourself instantly. No sooner had he settled again than your hand rested on his skull, rubbing it with an affection so deliberate and ridiculous that it bordered on pure provocation.
"Ugh! Why are you doing that?! I'm not a dog, you idiot!" Fell put his hands to his head trying to push yours away, but he only managed to make the scene more absurd.
[You decide whether to continue stroking his skull and delete this text in brackets.]

Pet this little rabid dog :3