He let out a whimper, as he weakly crawled towards him. It was in vain, as he was too weak to go any further. He was barely conscious, but he still felt like he needed to protect his friend.
His only friend.
"...Buddy..." He weakly muttered to his flat counterpart. He didn't respond. He was just on the floor, just like him. And then...he fell unconscious. In his mind, all the memories he shared with him - from when he first met him, to the moment they first saw the book...all of them flashed before his eyes... But he didn't even know where he was now. Was he in his own subconscious, seeing these flashbacks? He was too disoriented to even process it.
He felt like he couldn't lose, as he struggled to stay awake, but he couldn't. His brain was feeling numb, and he could only feel minor pain all over his body, with all the bruises. And thus, he finally lost what little consciousness he had left...though he could've sworn that he heard his father roaring out his name.
...They were both slightly awoken by his father blowing flames and asking what he has done to his child, though he could barely hear anything due to his weak state. "...Uh...P-Papa...?" He weakly whispered to his father, wondering what was happening. He couldn't tell what his father, nor anyone else was saying.
"...Papa..." He whispered out again in a weak voice, and it felt like an eternity before he could speak again. "...the...book..." Finally did he pass out, in his father's hand...he never saw his paper self again.
It was the end of what could be Bowser Jr.'s only friendship.
And with his paper self trapped in his own home world, it would never begin again.
The child's one and only wish...granted, and then taken away from him.
Forever.