As the ritual ended, the crowd seemed to be wondering why they joined. They all said they were going to vote for Jasper, which is good. Jackie grabbed some spray cans, “I have a great idea, why don’t we show your dad we are serious?”

Amelia grinned, “What do you mean, graffiti?”

Byron took one of the cans, “She is saying, while the others clean up, we send the message to my dad, he is fucked, and we are going to mess up his shop.”

Jackie grabbed the shoulder of one of the Voodoopunks, “We are coming to the hideout soon, get the drugs, the booze, the music, together we’ll celebrate.”

The Voodoopunks cheered. Byron looked around, “Anyone who wants to join the Voodoopunks for one of the best things to do with freedom, to be whoever you want, come with us. I bet Jackie has a great party idea for us.”

Jackie scoffed, “Why are you always that modest, just call it what it is, an orgy.”

Amelia blushed, “Yeah, it kind of is. Come on, let’s go spray some messages, I don’t want to miss the, party.”

Byron ran away, “Come on, to my father’s shop!”

Jackie grinned and ran after him, followed by Amelia, they soon arrived at the first shop near Byron’s house. Amelia started making sexual vulgar signs with her spray can.

Byron laughed as he wrote, “Vote for Jasper, don’t let my father suck you dry.”

Jackie sighed, “You know he is going to know it was you now? Could you not have made it a subtler message?”

Byron shrugged, “Who cares?”

Amelia gasped as she heard someone walking their way, Fay looked around the corner, “What is this ruckus? Byron?”

“Mom, hey, what are you doing here?”

“I was with Annabel at the shop, your father was furious, he started throwing things, and we decided to go to the shop. Why are you guys vandalizing it?”

Byron smiled, “We wanted to gain more votes for Jasper, this seemed like a good plan, right Jackie?”

“Uhm, yes, miss.”

“I am not that old.”

Amelia laughed, “For a moment, I thought it was a guard.”

Fay sighed, “I am, going to the lower class garden to see Silof, how did the ritual go?”

Byron smiled, “It was perfect mom, I think Jasper has a good chance to win. Look, Amelia spray painted boobies.”

Fay scratched her ear, “Why?”

Amelia shrugged, “Who knows, it just popped into my head.”

Fay stared at Amelia for a long time, as if she felt sorrow for her. “That is alright Amelia, if you ever want to talk to me, I am here for you, the same goes for you Jackie, I support the Voodoopunks, and your movement.”

Byron smiled, “Thanks mom, go see your secret loverboy, please tell him that Jasper is going to become the next mayor.”

Fay sighed deeply, “Yeah, I will do that, Jackie, keep them out of trouble.”

“Yes, Fay, I will,” they looked at her leaving, Jackie softly chuckled, “Amelia, Byron’s mom saw you drawing boobies on the wall.”

Byron looked at Jackie who was spray painting a dancing doll. “I mean, it could have been worse. My mom supports us.”

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As the night went on, they had spray painted all sides of the shop, that is when someone called out in a manly voice, “What is going on over here?”

A guard shone his flashlight at them, “Are you vandalizing this building? Aren’t you the Voodoopunks?”

Jackie grunted, “I say we kick his ass, we can take him.”

Byron shook his head, “No, I say we run, we are much faster.”

Amelia started sniffling and walked over to the guard, she started crying and hugged him, the guard, shocked, hugged her back. “What is the problem, miss?”

“The name is Amelia, I just don’t want to go home.”

“Why is that?”

“My father beats the shit out of me, the Voodoopunks allow me to be free, I was just, acting out because of that, please don’t take us to jail.”

The guard sighed deeply, “I can understand, my dad was not nice either,” he hugged her tightly, “It is alright. Just, take your friends and go somewhere safe, not to your dad.”

Amelia nodded at him, “Thank you for understanding.”

The guard smiled as she saw them leave, “What a nice girl, he looked at the paintings, I have to agree with them, except for one thing, those dolls shouldn’t be here.”

As the trio ran away to their base, they stopped in an alleyway for a moment, Jackie looked at Amelia, “What the hell was that all about?”

Amelia shrugged and wiped away tears, “Sorry, that came out of nowhere. It helped us, didn’t it?”

Byron smiled at her, “Damn, you are so smart, you might be as charming as me.”

Amelia gave him a seductive smile, “We should go back to the base.”

The hideout is strategically situated in an inconspicuous part of New Albion, blending seamlessly into the urban landscape. Accessible through a labyrinthine network of alleyways, the location ensures that only those initiated into the secrets of the Voodoopunks can find their way. Byron knew the maze that was adjacent to the sewer like the back of his hand.

The entrance to the hideout is hidden behind a nondescript facade, a forgotten storefront with a symbol, known only to the members of the cult, it marks the entrance and serves as a mystical sigil to ward off the uninitiated.

Once inside, the hideout reveals a dimly lit, atmospheric space. Candlelight and incense create an otherworldly ambiance, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of herbs and ancient manuscripts. Jackie wanted to walk further into the meeting area where everyone would be, but Byron stopped her, “Hold on, are we, doing the right thing?”

Jackie looked at him, “Why do you ask?”

“I mean, dragging all these other people into our mission?”

Amelia nodded, “Yes, we are, if we do not have these other people, we cannot complete these rituals, once Jasper is the mayor, we can do whatever we want. Remove the taxes, make the dollies free, order more of them.”

Jackie smiled at that idea, “Imagine that, even more dollies on the street, I do wonder why people abandoned some of them in the alleyways. We found numerous strays.”

Byron sighed, “Yes, we will heal their wounds, bring more people back from the dead. We will drain Elysium and fuse the world of the living with the dead, There will no longer be a barrier that separates them.”

Amelia sighed deeply, “Don’t you ever wonder, what does Elysium look like?”

Byron studied her for a moment, “Why would we want to see Elysium, although I am curious, if we can create Elysium right here in New Albion when we bring back everyone?”

Someone cleared his throat, in the corner stood a dolly in a coat and a hat. “Are you the Voodoopunks?”

Jackie looked at him, “What in the hell? He is human sized and talking, I only thought Annabel could speak.”

“My name is Lloyd, I heard you were living here, I saw the ritual, you might be the people I am looking for, there is a monastery to the west. They might know how to help me. I have someone to get back to.”

Amelia walked closer, “He can really talk, is he, dead?”

Lloyd looked at her, “Yes, I am dead, and I would like to fix that.”

Byron rubbed his shaved chin, “What do you think, Jackie?”

“Perhaps we can send two people to check it out.”

Byron nodded, “Okay, just, don’t send Charlotte, alright?”

Amelia grumbled, “Charlotte, I don’t understand it.”

He looked at her, “What do you mean?”

“Nothing, now big dolly, you heard it, Jackie can send two people to check out the monastery for you. Are we done now, can we go to the meeting area? I want to party and forget the world.”

Lloyd smiled, “Thank you very much, if you hear anything, please let me know, I am using this place as a hideout, I have been blending in perfectly with the dolls.”

Byron grinned, “He must have flowered, like Annabel did, I still don’t understand it, but that must be why he can talk, come on, to the meeting area.”

Lloyd looked at me, “Hello Kate, how are you doing?”

I pointed, “I am going to continue my narrative, Lloyd, it is good to see you are doing okay.”

The central area of the hideout functions as a meeting space for the Voodoopunks. A large, worn-out rug covers the floor, surrounded by cushions for seating. Symbolic artifacts and ritualistic tools are displayed on makeshift altars, reflecting the cult’s devotion to their mystical practices. As Byron walked in, he looked at all the Voodoopunks who were sitting naked on the rug.

He called out, “Start the drums, deal the drugs, we are home, people!” Everyone cheered as the drums started, Byron, Jackie, and Amelia undressed themselves and started, another kind of ritual for the Voodoopunks.