When actually, being the destroyer was just a temporary job.

15. Don't worry, I got you

"Oh, Nightmare stop saying like you're the devil himself! I just came here to help searching for Error!" 

Blue replied with a grin.

Nightmare just stared at him judgmentally.

He started to fidget a little.

"But if I may ask...Why is Ink here chained in a cage?"

Blue asked nervously.

"Should we tell him Boss?"

Killer questioned Nightmare.

Nightmare seemed to think about it for a moment before nodding his head gracefully.

So while Killer was explaining the situation to Blue,

Nightmare moved to resume his conversation with Cross.

"We only got one method left that doesn't harm the artist."

Nightmare exclaimed with a frown.

Cross just tilted his head, being confused and worried.

"Cross, try to heal him."

Nightmare ordered.

Cross seemed unsure for a moment at his order before following it without a question.

Small wisps of green came curling around his fingertips as he slowly

reached down to Ink.

As he put his hands on Ink's unconscious form, the small wisps of green became one light big enough to cover his entire hand.

He remained still in this position and waited for a response from Ink or a command to stop from Nightmare.

While that was all happening, Horror and Dust just chatted on the background.

"Hey Dust, do you want a hotdog?"

Horror asked Dust with a bunch of hotdogs in his hands.

"...What?When did you get that out of a sudden?"

Dust replied and started to inspect the hotdogs.

"Oh, while you were watching those guys talk and all, I went to the kitchen."

Horror clarified with a grin.

"Huh."

Dust muttered.

"So, you are eating one or not?"

Horror asked again.

"Sure, why not"

Dust answered before getting cut off with a loud scream.

"AgHhHhHhhHHHH IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"

Everything hurts.

Oh, what he wouldn't give to stop all this pain.

He thought it ended but now it's starting again!

Just what has he done to deserve this pain?

What has he done?

"Ink! Ink! INK!"

Ink could feel that someone was gently shaking him.

They were also calling out his name too.

They...seemed very concerned about him?

The green light on their hands felt so warm and comforting...

"Wh..o?

He murmured out between the pains.

"Ink don't you recognize me? It's me, Cross!"

Cross worriedly called out to him.

He blearily looked at the new dubbed 'Cross' before realizing that the green light was gone now.

No!

"..Could..you..do..that?"

Ink asked him.

"Do what Ink? What do you need me to do?"

Cross pleaded to him urgently.

"..The..green..light..!"

Ink answered back.

"You mean healing right? Don't worry, I got you Ink."

Cross said to him and started to call healing magic upon his hands again but pushed more good intent into it this time.