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I wanna make you sick .

based on that song 

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ouch .

that hurt .

Sage was trembling on the floor  , nursing the wounds on his arms . The arid smell of smoke reached him the moment he had gained consciousness . He felt that strange feeling of sickness again , the moment he had come in contact with the Nightmare King , the wilting of the flower growing out of his head . The thought of it made him lose some of the hope he had , that he could leave , but how ? He was getting weaker and weaker , the leaves fell one by one . The thoughts swirled around in his head , causing more panic as he thought of Rainbow and Sanguine . What had happened to Rainbow ? Was he safe ? Was he okay ? How had he not thought of at least seeing if he had been alright ? ... and Sanguine .. oh gods .

Sage finally opened his eyes , wincing as he adjusted to harsh glow of the lava surrounding his solitude . he managed to get to his feet , his back immediately touching the cell bars . The space was just enough for him to sit , causing the feel of claustrophobia and despair to rise up in him . He leaned on the cell bars , trying to collect his ever swirling storm of thoughts before a flash of lightning occurred , startling him .

' Well well well , what do we have here ? '

Asked that mocking voice , gods .. he hated it , but he still wanted to hear it .

The Nightmare King , as he called himself , stood in front of his captive . Observing him like a predator would of its prey . An small , eerie smile spread across his face , his vermillion eyes narrowing slightly at the sorry sight . 

' It seems as if you haven't been holding so well , have you ? your flower's wilted!~ how weak . '

He mocked Sage in a playful , singsong voice . Each word aimed at him was like having a knife stabbed into his ears . Nightmare reached out to touch his face , causing Sage to try and back away , but he felt his back hit the iron bars . He winced as he felt his cold hand come in contact with his face , the urge to swat it away .. but he knew what that would result in .

' You might be wondering why it had to be you , a peaceful little green steve of all people , who I was hunting down , aren't you ? '

' well then truth be told . '

Sounds were becoming static in his ears as his eyes moved to those of the king in front of him m he dreaded the words he'd hear , listening to his cold and venomous words , poisoning him .

' you're just pathetic . '