"A Fay, as in a fairy? Are you kidding me, do you really expect me to believe that?" John uttered, shocked with disbelief. Of all the things in the world he'd seen so far, it still seemed as far fetched as ever.
"Yep, it's the realdeal. You can believe it or not, but with what you've encountered with your own eyes, is it really so far fetched?" Carol crossed her legs and put her hands in her bee-yellow jacket.
"I mean, I suppose I don't have a choice but, still it's almost insane to think something like that exists. Where do they even come from?"
Chuckling slightly, Carol smirked. The irony of his statement was lost on him, but for her it wouldn't go unnoticed. "They come from the U-verse, that is to say the Utherverse. Alterdawn, Abrigrealm, WunderKonga, 'That Inter-dimensional Alleyway From Hell', Twilight Zone, there are a bunch of names for it but that's where they, the Fay, come from basically."
John raised an eyebrow, something she said didn't roll off the tongue so well. "Twilight...Zone? You mean like the TV show?"
"Nevermind that, try to foucs." Bold Blue hair shook about slightly as Carol perked up and scooted in a little closer. "Anyway, the U-verse is an 'inbetween' dimensional space that exist between the 'Magical World' and what we know as our world, like a crack or filler area basically. It's where rogue creatures like Fae, Witches, Deamons and other mischievous threats exist, where they spawn and hide."
At that point, John couldn't even hold on to his skepticism with how it rung. "What? Come on, this is all so ridiculous! It's sounding more and more like some stupid cartoon or something each second." He reached over and snuck an Onion fry from the batch ordered earlier, munching dispassionately.
"Yeah I know I know, sounds like bad fiction right? I couldn't believe it either at first, but it's real. Let's cut to the chase, these 'Fay' are creatures that prey on the living here, and I do mean 'prey' as in usually eat or consume. Be it mentally, spiritually or the most gruesome cases, physically they are predators. That's what that 'thing' in your school is doing now, weaving a trap, spreading it everywhere, baiting in brainwashed kids like moths to a porch-light and preparing to make the snatch. And we've got to do something about it!" The sound of slurping followed as the prodigious goth awaited John's reaction.
The clock ticked in the diner. Plates of food sat finished on the two kids table and yet many more were left still. In the back, an oblivious student washed the dishes as alienoid bugs crawled out of her ears and hair.
"How do you even know all this anyway? Is there like a manual for this weird shit or whatever?" John asked.
The girl across from him sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I think so. But it's really long and boring so 'whatever' indeed. And I know, from being an Agent of them."
"Them?"
"Them, or should is say 'Us.' The Wayward Conformality Order." Petite feminine lips beamed forward.
