[ WP ] The World of Magic and Mythical Creatures is closer to reality than the average person suspects . To fight the battles that normal soldiers ca n't , the nations of the world put together a supernatural taskforce ...

`` You think this is a fuckin' joke right now, lad?'' the stout man in the green suit asked, his yellow eyes glinting in the light. 
 
 Bob, the new guy, simply stood with his mouth hanging open for a few minutes, then, realizing what he was doing, closed it without a word. 
 
 `` Did you fuckin' here me, mate? You think I'm trying to have a giggle with you about what's happening here?'' 
 
 Bob, finding his tongue for the first time, stammered out a reply, `` N-No, sir, uh, sir....'' 
 
 `` That's Mister fuckin' Tater to you newbie. Head of the Supernatural Taskforce,'' he spat back, his orange beard covered in spittle from all his shouting. `` And why in the bloody hell do ya have a suit and tie on lad? You gon na fight a dragon by showing him how fancy smanshy you can dress?'' 
 
 Bob, for the first time, looked down at his suit and frowned. His mother had gotten this for him the night before, coming down into the basement just to show him. `` Maybe this will help you finally move out,'' was all she had said, tossing it on his bed and walking back upstairs. 
 
 `` My mother got this for me,'' Bob replied. 
 
 Mister Tater let out a loud giggle, the laugh reverberating off the walls in the confined debriefing room. `` And does it make it all the more special because mommy got it for you?'' 
 
 Bob thought about it, but only for a second. `` No, not at all. In fact, I think it makes the suit worse.'' 
 
 Mister Tater snapped his fingers, accidentally making a coin appear out of thin air. `` Shit,'' he swore. `` Got ta stop doing that all the time.'' He half-walked and half-waddled to the other side of the room and opened the door. `` This way, lad. If you're gon na be working with us, you got ta get to know the team. We're on code fuckin' rainbow right now, do you know what that means?'' 
 
 Bob shook his head, trying to clear his brain that felt as though a thin layer of fog was surrounding his mind. He was going in for a job interview as a local clerk, that was what the man had told him yesterday. And when he arrived, some old man with a long grey beard took one look at him and had nodded and now he was here, following a man claiming he was a leprechaun into whatever hellhole he was being dragged into. 
 
 He began to follow Mister Tater, then stopped himself. `` Did my mom set this all up for me?'' 
 
 Mister Tater frowned. `` Who gives a hoot about your mum?'' 
 
 Bob shrugged. `` She's sort of a cold-hearted bitch.'' 
 
 `` Sounds better than me mum already, lad,'' Mister Tater replied, and with that said, hurried out of the room. 
 
 Bob followed Mister Tater down a long, narrow hallway. And as they moved farther and farther, the lights seemed to go out behind them, and the walls felt as though they were pushing closer and closer towards Bob until he wanted to scream. No they *were* getting closer. The walls, Bob realized, were breathing right along with him. 
 
 They finally stopped at the end of the hallway, and before Bob had time to do anything, Mister Tater was taking out a single golden key, one that was as massive as his entire hand. He put it into the massive keyhole and began to turn. 
 
 Bob looked around him, and for the first time, saw that the hallway had gone from a dull, ominous grey, to a color that changed colors with each second that passed, going from a light blue to a dark purple, and finally, to a red the color of blood. 
 
 `` Do you know what code rainbow means?'' Bob asked. 
 
 The door was halfway open, but Mister Tater stopped himself and turned around, his eyes bulging with what Bob could only guess was fear. `` No, lad, not at all. That's why its code fuckin' rainbow.'' 
 
 He stepped inside the room, and Bob followed. 
 
 There are many times in Bob's life that were hard to believe for him. Like the time his mother bought him his first birthday present when he was eight. He was speechless. Or the first time a girl had hugged him goodnight from a date when he was twenty. She had later changed her number, but Bob still had enjoyed the hug. Or when his father died when he was twenty-two, and at the funeral, his mother was nowhere in sight. That, in truth, was the hardest moment for him to believe at all. Until now. 
 
 When he walked in the room, Bob expected to be greeted by his mother, surprising him and laughing in his face, screaming that a job was n't as easy to find as he thought it was. But instead, he found himself staring at what looked like a wizard, a goblin, five winged horses, an elf, and a fairy. 
 
 `` This ca n't be happening,'' Bob whispered, laughing hysterically to himself. `` This ca n't be happening,'' he said again. But sadly, this was as real as his father's passing. 
 
 Mister Tater walked in the middle of the things that Bob had thought were real when he was a kid, and all of them stood, motionless in front of Bob, waiting for him to speak. 
 
 `` Hi,'' was all he could muster. 
 
 The fairy, smaller than Bob's hand, flew over to him, leaving a trail of dust and twinkles behind her flight path. `` Hey, I remember you. You had some of the worst teeth I'd ever seen from a kid,'' she said, giggling. 
 
 Bob could feel his face reddening. `` Oh, sorry.'' Although the tooth fairy was small, she was still very beautiful to Bob. He did n't do so well with girls, pretty or ugly. 
 
 The man in the dark blue robe and pointed hat walked up to him, and Bob looked in his emerald eyes, and felt all of his worries washed away. He could feel himself drowning in those eyes, a kind of sensation that frightened yet mesmerized him. 
 
 `` Do you know me, Bob?'' the wizard asked him. 
 
 `` Merlin.'' 
 
 Merlin smiled through his thick beard, and nodded. `` Welcome to The Supernatural Force League.'' 
 
 `` Um, thank you.'' 
 
 A wailing pierced the air, so high and horrible that Bob covered his ears, but to no avail. The noise was penetrating his very mind, like digging needles into his earlobes. 
 
 He closed his eyes, and felt hands grab his arm and lead him somewhere. When the wailing ended, Bob opened his eyes, and saw himself standing right next to one of the flying horses. He gasped and reached out a steady hand. Its white mane was like snow between his fingers, softer than any cloud. The horse nudged his face with its nose, greater than any kiss Bob could ever receive. 
 
 `` Pegasus,'' he whispered. 
 
 `` Yes, yes, yes, a fuckin' Pegasus,'' Mister Tate shouted. 
 
 Bob turned around, and saw that everybody was already mounting one of the flying horses, while the tooth fairy was simply whizzing through the air. 
 
 `` Short and sweet, you're a wizard, just like old Merlin. Congratulations, have a bowl of lucky charms when we get back,'' Mister Tate said. `` Thing is, one of the creatures is stirring up some real shit right now, so you're training is gon na be watching us beat some ass. Got it?'' 
 
 Bob swallowed a lump in his throat. `` Got it.'' 
 
 Before he could react, the wall behind him was fading away, to reveal an open sky with nothing but empty air for miles beneath him. 
 
 The breath escaped Bob, and he backed as far away as possible, but his horse was on him, lifting him up by the scruff of his collar and setting him down on its back as easily as if he were a rag doll. 
 
 `` No. No, you ca n't. I'm afraid of-of heights, you see!'' Bob shouted above the whipping wind from outside. 
 
 Mister Tate squinted. `` No, I do n't fuckin' see. You better get over that fear in the next minute lad, cuz your ass is going out that way on Pegasus' back or not, do n't matter to me.'' 
 
 Merlin put a reassuring hand on his back. `` Do n't worry, Bob. Mr. Kringle is meeting up with us across the Atlantic. If you want you can ride in his sleigh with him.'' 
 
 Bob tried to steady his heart that was bursting through his chest. He gave a weak nod, but no more. 
 
 `` So who are we going after anyways?'' the goblin asked Mister Tate. 
 
 Bob looked at him, shocked that he had practically forgotten about the goblin and the elf. 
 
 All eyes were on Mister Tate as his face darkened, and even the light outside seemed to grow fainter, and Bob felt a terror he had never felt before, as though the creature they were about to face was breathing straight down his neck. They would face a dragon, or a troll, or demons, and Bob would die. Worse, he would die a virgin. 
 
 `` The fuckin' Ginger Bread Man,'' Mister Tate said. 
 
 Everyone, including Bob, stared blankly at him, but before anybody could say anything, took flight across the sky on his rainbow, giggling like a mad midget all the way across the sky. 
 
 Bob's Pegasus reared once, and he only had time to let out a manageable half-scream before he was in the air, soaring through the clouds. 
 
 And although Bob had never been more terrified, he had never felt so free in all his life.
