The new part of the forest, which you thought you knew better than the back of your own scarred hoof, is dark. A crippling shadow overtakes all of it, sucking the life out of everything. Nothing is growing. Everything is dead. The plants are brown and black and dead vines hang down from the trees, and you shiver as one of them touches your shoulder. This whole place, it just seems evil somehow...
You LIKE it.
With nothing here and no one to watch you, you feel free. It's a strange feeling, but in a good way. It's like the shadows you're so fond of hiding under, something to hide your broken face from the rest of society. No one else understands you, but this place is... different.
"I am different..." A sudden voice says, speaking clearly in the silence. You jump, startled, and the BFP nearly falls off of your back. WHAT was THAT and WHY?
"You don't have to be afraid." The voice says. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Who, uh, who are you?" You ask timidly. The voice chuckles, a deep, menacing sound. You're frightened, but not nearly as much as you would be if something tangible was there. At this voice, whatever it was, didn't laugh at you.
"Who am I?" The voice asks, swirling around you like the mists. "Why, I'm nobody. No one has ever given me a name. I'm all alone here, nothing else."
Sounds nice, you think to yourself. Nothing else there, no one to scorn you or make you feel bad about how you look. It would be like home, where you were surrounded by people who knew you, and were nice to you. Except, without the people. So it wouldn't really be like home at all.
What were you thinking?
"You should join me," the voice continued. "It's very nice here, actually. Just me and my thoughts, but then again, I'd have you."
That is sufficiently creepy, but you can feel the limp tendril snaking down your shoulder, almost around your neck. Clearly, this voice or whatever it is is able to control the dead vines and plants. You don't really feel like you can trust it. Then again, a life of solitude with the voice doesn't sound so back, even though you can feel your sense of reasoning and logic being impaired. Your eyelids start to close, and you know that you have to decide fast.
What do you do?