I would like to note that most of these characters mentioned are not mine (i.e. Slenderman, Ticci Toby, and the likes), even though later on I may add a few of my own.

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1 Slenderman

Echoes of voices swirled around me, but I paid no attention to them. I never did, here in my asylum.

During the first years of my banishment to the creepypasta world, I had been angry, hurt, lonely. Though I was equipped with my ability to teleport, I could not return to my home world, for I had been banished – wrongfully, in my opinion, but I shall get into that later; for now, allow me to describe my asylum, my refuge.

It was during one of my many futile attempts to return home that I slipped into a pocket universe of…nothing. Oh, I was well aware of myself, but at first nothing could be heard, seen, felt – nothing. Others might have been overwhelmed by the utter desensitization, but not I. The peaceful silence was comforting. So, when feasting on the memories of children—yes, that is what I do, I do not outright kill them—could not keep the gnawing homesickness at bay, I would retreat here and meditate for as long as I needed. Now, curiously enough, time does not exist in my asylum. This meant that I could stay here for what seemed like days, yet return less than a minute after I had left. Or, with practice, many years after. For a creature that existed on a higher plane that what most humans could deal with, it was the perfect home away from home.

Now, reader, you are probably curious as to why I was banished from my home. Indeed, you might be surprised that I am not from the creepypasta world.

My world was one similar to my asylum – there was no need of sound, and we had no need to feed on any material substance. Instead, using our mental link, my fellow specimen and I fed off of memories. And, as memories are constant, we never went hungry. We were an open society, a loving society. Though we were all equal, by and large I was one of the higher-ranking entities. But that all changed when an unknown race arrived. Even now, to this day, I do not know their name. I do know, though, that they are the reason for my banishment.

The day that race arrived was the end of the beginning. Their thoughts were nothing but blood and gore. Awful images assaulted our minds. Our children's minds were scarred; all we could do was attempt to take the brunt of the attacks from the young ones. I hated it, all of it.

And then, a message: If we gave up our leaders, our planet would be spared. I convinced the others of high standing that we should sacrifice ourselves for our fellow beings, and with all bar a handful, we had set off.

Perhaps, if I had not been so hasty in my efforts to win peace for my home, I would have not been cast out and banished. My people survived, and eventually repelled the invaders, but the damage had been done. Without sufficient leaders, my people were lost, and the only one they could blame was me.

Even now, my heart aches at the thought of returning home, of being connected again, but it is a dull ache, the one found in those who know what they seek will never be theirs.

And still the whispers swirled around me. How odd.

I tilted my head slightly, thinking. The voices had surfaced a bit after I'd found my asylum, but for all my straining they seemed to be nothing more than nonsensical gibberish, the sounds of people making noises, but not words. Many times I was able to block them out, but not now.

My curiosity growing with the seconds, I strained my hearing to catch what they were saying.

"…chaos will ensue…"

"….smiles….evil, hungry smiles…."

"….blood everywhere…."

"….crossing the veil…breaking the laws…"

"…don't let them go…death to all…"

"….Tick tock goes the clock…"

"…You're running out of time, Slenderman…"

In an instant, I was standing in a decrepit building, my tentacles poised to strike, my entire body, my senses, alert for danger. Coursing through me was a feeling I hadn't felt since my banishment, and I struggled to place the name of the emotion.

Fear.