When you hope, wish with all your might...

"I wish it wasn't so lonely here," whispered Cross, staring off into the white emptiness. "I wish I had a friend, someone who would understand."

X sighed, floating around in boredom.

They were both so very lonely and bored, not to mention sick of each other.

Sometimes, your wish might just come true.

The thunk of something hitting the ground.

A glitched whimper.

Cross's head popped up, his eyelights flickering to life as he woke up.

"Hello?" He called.

"Please... d-d-don't hurt me," rasped a fearful glitched voice from behind him.

He spun, and instantly spotted the source of the voice- a dark-boned skeleton lay there in a heap, bright red marrow leaking out of their many injures and coloring the ground a bloody crimson.

Cross gasped as the newcomer collapsed, their eyelights going dark. "Are you- actually, never mind, you are definitely not okay. I'm not too good at healing magic, but I'll try my best," he mumbled, quickly racing over to the newcomer as his hands began to glow a soft green with healing magic.

———

"I'm sorry if I didn't get them all... healing isn't my specialty," Cross said to the unconscious skeleton who laid beside him, their skull propped up with Cross's own jacket.

Their wounds had stopped bleeding, and Cross had used their shredded shirt to bandage the worst injuries he had been unable to heal. He'd focused on the potentially life-threatening breaks and damage, not wanting to waste his limited magic on the small injuries and have the other dust due to a large one.

"Please be okay," he murmured. "Please."

———

With a flicker, Error's eyelights glitched back into existence.

He blinked.

For some reason, he didn't hurt nearly as much as he'd been expecting to. The last thing he could remember was Ink nailing him dead-on with red paint, and though it did disappear after a few minutes, it always left him with painful burns. Not to mention the stab wounds, bruises, and half-healed breaks from all of the other attacks.

It made him a bit nervous, really- after all, who would be in the Anti-Void to do such a thing? And why would they help him? A glitch, a destroyer of worlds- admittedly forced to do so, but still... nobody would want to be his friend or heal him.

Blue was the exception, but then, Blue had always been the exception. And he knew that whoever had helped him wasn't Blue, as he had promised to not come back to the Anti-Void after how close he had come to being transformed into a glitch like Error himself.

Blue was lucky that Error had regained his sanity in time to let the other free, he was lucky to have gotten away with his mind still stable and his memories intact.

Even now, the smaller skeleton still had functions in his coding that could be unlocked, functions that could give him the power to decimate entire armies, but would almost certainly come with terrifying backlash, backlash that would corrupt his code and destroy his mind. Error had been doing his best to repair the other's coding, but it was difficult for the two to find a time and place to meet up, especially with Error's job and Blue's overprotective brother.