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Pons smiled as the replica of himself faded, leading Pons to begin his turn. He hopped towards the West, though as soon as he broke through the forest he froze. There was a shadow of darkness slowly engulfing the environment in that direction, and it was getting closer. It was eerie, to say the least... and Pons didn't like it. He turned around, heading in the opposite direction as fast as he could (which was pretty fast, all things considered), stopped when he got to a thick tree trunk, standing behind it in hiding.
Eventually, he was found, feeling a tap on his shoulder. He turned around with a grin, expecting to see the Skull Kid, but instead seeing another replica of himself. He stared in bewilderment into the all too familiar bright eyes of his, a little confused, though with the Skull Kid's words he thought he understood. "Yes." He said simply, nodding his head. Pons noticed movement and looked to the side, seeing the shadows creeping in towards them, awfully close now. He nodded along to the Skul Kid's words, turning back to see him. He'd moved back, the two changing back to their original forms, and after a few more choice words he vanished.
Pons stared at the spot where the Skull Kid disappeared. "...But we can play in the dark..." He muttered to himself, a little disappointed that the game was ending. He stared at the bag the Skull Kid left, picking it up and then looking to the shadows moving in. He glared at them, as if somehow they would react to it, and then stuck his tongue out. Still, as creepy as the shadows were, Pons was intrigued by the sudden darkness in one portion of the land. This darkness was different than that of the night, it felt cold and sinister... Well, his curiosity got the best of him this time, and he cautiously placed a foot into the shadows. Seemingly nothing happened, and he put another in. Then another. And another, walking slowly into the shadowy terrain. "Don't play after dark... but play in the dark?" He mumbled to himself, a shiver going down his spine.

Pons looked at the world around him, from what he could see anyways. Everything was looking hazy, a thick fog surrounding him. The whole thing just looked like if you dropped black ink into grey water, though everything seemed to be moving and changing, slowly, yet also unpredictably. Pons' bright eyes shone through the darkness, looking for whatever could be in this strange world... until he heard something. Howling, it seemed, but not like any sort of animal he'd ever heard. Maybe groaning was more the right word. Pons stared at the places where it was coming most clearly, though it was hard to tell.
"...Bad idea..." He said, now regretting stepping foot in this place. He turned around to try and get back to where he'd come from, but the darkness was slowly creeping that direction too. He could hear the howling getting closer, along with the pounding of footsteps. He started running towards the light, not wanting to get acquainted with whatever awful beasts were hiding in the darkness.

It seemed that running would not work for him this time.
Despite his attempt at escaping, the beasts got closer and closer, eventually surrounding him. As the two attacked, Pons had two choices; defend or attack. On impulse he did the former, cowering and creating a shield over his body, deflecting the beasts. But they were relentless, and would continue attacking. Pons started by using his magic to deflect the beasts, sending them back into the others surrounding when they came close, but that didn't seem to be wearing them out at all, so he switched to a different tactic, using blue-ish fire to attack the beasts.

Pons was at the end of his rope, out of ideas for these creatures. The fire was working well, so he kept doing that, but knew that it wouldn't last. He could feel the atmosphere draining him, and knew it wouldn't be long before he was consumed by it. This darkness wasn't like the darkness of a room without lighting, or even the Lost Woods, no, this was something much, much more sinister. What's more, beasts like the ones in front of him inhabited it. He could hear even more howling in the distance, signaling that there was no hope of the Skull Kid getting lucky.
Just as he was going to give up and let himself be consumed, a familiar hand reached out to him. Pons stared at the Skull Kid only for a moment, but wasted no time taking his hand. In a flash, they escaped the realm the beasts still howling, still wanting for bloodshed. Unfortunately for them, a Skull Kid had no blood to be spilled, especially not these two.