I remember when my popularity first began around the late 2000s/Early 2010s, when the idea of online horror fiction was a new subgenre of the Horror Genre. I, along with Jeff The Killer, BEN, The Rake, Seed Eater, Eyeless Jack, and many others were the scariest beings in fiction, for a while at least. We were even competitors to the SCP Foundation's tales along with their creatures and items that were also part of the online horror fiction subgenre. During the early 2010s, we were spoken about with fright. For example, I was given a fictional back story that had me being around since ancient times, from apparently having cave paintings of me in Brazil to being called Der Grossman in Germany. I was even the subject of several web series, the most famous ones being MarbleHornets, TribeTwelve, and EverymanHYBRID. But like everything else that gets popular, it eventually wanes due to either being ripped-off, or as they called it "inspiration". Not only that, the fanbase of mine got too disturbing, and this is coming from a horror monster. From them having yaoi fanfiction that had me being paired with my fellow CreepyPasta monsters to me being included in horrifying Rule 34 that involved me using my tentacles for "unsavory things" to me being drawn in disgusting fetish arts. And then there was what was basically the death blow to my popularity, the human sacrifice attempt in my name by two mentally ill teenage girls. And then there was the mercy kill, that live-action adaptation of my story made by Sony. After that, I was considered a public menace, both by concerned parents and by the religious communities who believed I was an actual demon from Hell, trying to tempt children into committing horrible acts. Because after that, there were some more incidents that involved mentally ill teenagers and adults committing violent acts in my name. So, I basically retired after those incidents, and I decided to go a special group home for creatures like me.
After a long time, teleporting to my location, I then saw the building, which was an old Victorian building that use to be an asylum, which I began to walk to. As I was walking there with my brief case with several of my belongings such as my suits (You think I only wear one?) that I noticed a couple of familiar characters, playing chess on a table underneath an oak tree, with two glasses of lemonade near them. There was a certain green creature that looked like he was stitched together from very different body parts that had bolts on his neck and with him was a man made out of brownish-red clay, with Hebrew writing on him with a Star Of David on his chest, and bowl-cut hairstyle.

"When do you think we should get Vlad up?" I heard the clay man say.

"Well, obviously not now. It's the afternoon and the sun is still up. He would obviously turn to dust. Remember when that Twilight movie came out? Vlad lost his shit, saying 'Real vampires don't sparkle! And we sure as hell don't act like this douche!'"

The green stitched man said while moving a white rook towards a black knight.

The clay man then chuckled.

"Yeah, well, you should have seen Carmilla's reaction to that Web Series they made of her. She wouldn't stop screaming 'I used the lesbian seduction to attract prey and drain them! Laura was my victim, not my lover! It would be like a butcher in love with a cow. It's sick and wrong!'"

The clay man then moved his knight and captured the white rook. That was when they both looked towards my way and noticed me.

"Looks like we got ourselves a new housemate. And by the looks of him, he's one of the newer horror monsters." The green stitched up man said. I then used one of my tentacles to wave and I then graciously bowed, saying.

"How do you do, fine gentlemen? I am Der Grossman, also known Fear Dubh, or simply known as Slenderman."
The green stitched man then said, "Adam. Adam Frankenstein. One of the earliest monsters of the horror genre, unless you count folkloric monsters, of course."

The Clay Man then also said, "I really don't have a name, but I am famous both in legend and in film. I was made by Rabbi Judah Loew ben Bezael to protect the Jewish people of Prague against the Gentile population when they were roused up with Anti-Semitic violence."
I then replied to him "I heard of you, I thought you were in the attic of that synagogue?"

"I was, but I moved out since apparently I was no longer needed due to antisemitism being a rare thing now in Prague. Though I am sure it goes on, but it's not as bad as around the time when I was made or during the 1930s or 1940s."

Then Adam said. "So, what brings you to our little retirement home?"

I then told him, "People move on faster online than they do in either films or books. You're famous for a couple of weeks or months, and then suddenly you are no longer popular and seen as a joke. Me, I lasted a little longer than the rest, but I knew my time was coming eventually due to how my popularity was beginning to wane due to overexposure and the obvious crimes in my name."

Adam then sighed and replied. "I am sorry to hear that. In my days, fans knew at least I was fictional. I know they wondered about the idea of using electricity to resurrect the dead, but the only thing some of the scientists could do was create spasms in the face and muscles, not full body resurrection. You have to be a god to do that."
I then replied. "I just don't understand humanity, other than my creator of course. Anyway, going to check into my new room."

"Take care." The Golem said. So, I started walking while they continue playing their game, drinking their lemonade.
I walked into the lobby and right next to it was the living room. There was a giant green manlike creature. He had an octopus for a head and the wings of a dragon. Next to him was a man who was dressed as an Egyptian Pharaoh, with pitch black skin, with it being as dark as night. As I was getting close to the receptionist, who is a nice Asian woman in her 30s, I heard the giant green speaking.

"I still can't believe we're in this place. We used to terrify people in the 1920s and 1930s, including the atheists since they didn't believe in any supernatural beings. Now we are no longer seen as horrific creatures that symbolizes man's fear of the unknown. Whether it's the ocean, space, underground, other dimensions, and even minorities. Now we are only referenced in is either in some tabletop game, video games that sometimes aren't even horror based, or made into cute toys that are played by small children. We are even being worshiped by the humans now in real life, which makes the situation even more ironic since our creator was an atheist."

The Pharaoh looking man then said. "Well Cthulhu, at least we are remembered for something. For a while, our creator was practically unknown long after his death, only being used in obscure references in the 1960s and 1970s. But then came the 1980s where we had a brief popularity boom, only for that to go cold for a while. But it then truly reawakened in the late 2000s and all through the 2010s. Besides, our stories are a lot more believable than Scientology, that's for sure."

Cthulhu then responded. "You've got a point there, Nyarlathotep. At least the people who worship us aren't running a Ponzi scheme that doesn't have bloodthirsty lawyers and tortures those who leave their religion. At least in real life anyway."

As I overheard Cthulhu and Nyarlathotep talking, the receptionist, Emily Wu, began to say. "Uh, Mr. Slenderman? You've been spacing out, and I was saying that your room is with the other Creepypasta monsters on the top floor. I will lead you to your room." I guess the others are here as well then. So, I followed Emily to the upper floors.
I began to pass other rooms, one apparently where the Creature from The Black Lagoon was at. I could hear him grumbling about how he's no longer seen as scary due to people using him and his kind in romantic films and, unfortunately, pornography.

Though I think that would be everyone here though. I was near the slasher floor when I saw a young girl that wore a white dress,had long black hair that covered her face fixing a TV, with an undead man wearing a hockey mask and a machete, a burnt up man wearing a red and striped sweater with a glove that had blades on it. A man wearing a black jump suit holding a kitchen knife and wearing a mask that looked like William Shatner, and a man that was wearing a butcher's apron, a mask that was made out of a dead man's face, and a chainsaw.

"C'mon, Samara. We're missing the game!" said the sweater wearing man.

Samara, being that young girl, was grumbling under her breath. "Can't believe I have to be this place's TV Technician. I used to climb out of TVs and murder my victims. When my Japanese counterpart and I's films were first released, people were afraid of their television and the sight and sound of static. Now people don't have VCRs anymore, and when I tried to update with using internet videos, my third film flopped. And I am working as fast as I can, Freddy."

Freddy then replied. "You think it's been easy for me, Jason, Michael, and Leatherface also, Samara? Our films are either remade once-in-awhile that flop and get bad reviews or have bad sequels. And even though Jason, Leatherface, and I have been guest characters in video games, those video games have become much more violent and gruesome than any of our films have become. Seriously, some of the fatalities in that Mortal Kombat series we guest starred in make our previous kills look like child's play and no, I am not talking about Chuckie (guy owes me $50 dollars from the last game anyway)."

Then Leatherface said, "It hasn't been especially good for me either. Apparently, I created a stereotype for Southern people that implies that almost all of them are inbred cannibals, and I admit, I did enjoy the fact it caused fear in audiences. But then came that Tucker and Dale vs Evil film that made the victims more of a threat to themselves than the so-called "Hillbilly Killers", and after that, I was not seen as scary as much anymore."

Then a mumbling came out of the hockey mask-wearing individual, and Freddy then said.

"Yes, Jason, I know. We were all seen as the Scourge of God by teenagers. Mostly because we killed them when they started getting promiscuous and start drinking, doping, and partying, and because of that, they let their guard down. Now, they don't do that as much due to them finding some other weird hobbies."

I then heard Emily say, "Mr. Slenderman? We're almost to your quarters. I'm sure you want to meet everyone, but you will at dinner time." And then I continued to follow her
I was then introduced to my room, which had a desk, a TV, an extra-long Queen Sized bed, a small refrigerator for drinks and a microwave. After Emily shown me my room, I went to lay down on my bed and stared at my ceiling (Yes, I know, I technically don't have eyes, but I can still see, just not the way humans do).

I thought to myself, "So this is it? A decade full of scares, memes, stories, and games. Now I am here, among legends. Even though I had a good run, I feel like I still had potential. I just wish I was still more relevant in the horror genre."

I then got a knock on my door. I sat up and used one of my tentacles to open the door.

And there I saw a couple of my fellow CreepyPasta monsters, BEN, Jeff The Killer, and . I was surprised they were here and asked.

"You guys are retired as well? What for?"

BEN said. "I retired because apparently video game pastas have become a cliche now. And you know how it is, when one thing gets popular, they all must copy it. I mean, there are several Pokemon, Mario, and Legend of Zelda creepypastas with us at this moment. Heck, there's even some God of War and Mortal Kombat ones and those games were made to be violent and gruesome on purpose."

SuicideMouse then replied. "Well, ever since me, Squidward's Suicide, and the Candle Cove gang were created, almost everyone had to copy the formula of blood, gore, and just spooky stuff to be used in Lost Episode CreepyPastas. And like BEN said, there are many lost episode/lost show creepypastas here than you can count. This place is bigger than you think it is. Not only that, Squidward's Suicide was actually referenced in Spongebob Squarepants, but his reference was taken out by Nickelodeon censors, which is odd because that show already had Nightmare Fuel before that episode, and it's a children's show"

I then asked Jeff, "What about you? You seemed pretty popular for a while."

Jeff sighed, "I was. But apparently people began to poke holes in the logic of my story. For example, me cutting out my eye lids would have left me blind if I was an actual human due to infection and debris getting in my sockets. That and there is also the horrible fanbase I had that had me in a lot of messed up fanfics with OCs that were just basically self-inserts and the Yaoi with you guys."
Jeff then shuddered after saying that, and then he replied, "Not only that, I am no longer considered scary by the CreepyPasta community since my story was considered poorly written by the later CreepyPasta fanbase."

I then sighed. "I guess this where all of us horror icons are going to be at. You know, I haven't seen any SCP monsters around here. They're as old as we are."

BEN then replied. "Well, SCP is now focusing more on Science Fiction instead of horror and the fanbase of SCP has been keeping them alive with video games, short films, and a fan animation called Confinement. But I have a feeling some of them might be future residents here in this place one day. I heard that there was a schism happening over at the SCP Foundation website. Apparently some of the writers started using the SCPs that they had previously wrote and newer ones that they wrote for left-leaning politics and were beginning to either get rid of some of the SCPs due to them being "offensive". Because of that, some of the writers left the website and began their own paranormal investigation website called RPC Authority, and they say they are trying to get back to the roots of the SCP Foundation when the SCP Foundation was first started. But time will tell if they will succeed or not."

I then asked, "Where's Brundlefly and the John Carpenter's version of The Thing? I thought there would be a section for Body Horror?"

Jeff then said. "They became comedians. I know that sounds strange, but apparently some people think the idea of a person or creature mutating into some horrifying abomination is considered humorous. And they have been giving notes to comedians and animators for them to use in their stuff. I thought the point of Body Horror was to horrify a person since they are seeing someone suffering a fate worse than death. Hell, there was this short film on Youtube called Every '90s Commercial Ever that started out like one of those '90s Capri Sun commercials where the kids drink this juice pack that makes them turn into liquid metal and they start flying to meet some other kids playing football with some NFL player. Once they got there, they were merged into some monster that started killing some of the other kids and traumatizing the surviving kids and NFL player. And this video is listed as a comedy. Either people are getting more and more sicker senses of humor, or the best way to truly horrify someone is by deception. Even comedic shows like Spongebob and that Confinement show used body horror as comedy. I felt bad for that Canopy Tribe in Confinement, and this is coming from a psychotic killer saying that."

There was then a small moment of silence, and then BEN said,

"Well, it's nice to have you here Slendy. We'll meet you down at the dining room. I heard Pumpkinhead was going to make a delicious feast as a welcoming party for you. I just hope it's considered edible by human standards at least."

My fellow CreepyPasta monsters then left for the dining room. I then went to look out my room's window. I saw the sun set on a small town nearby. I sighed and wondered. "I wonder if any of the other genres have retirement homes as well. I wonder if they will leave a mark before they are no longer relevant?" And with that, I left my room and went to the dining room