Byron, Jackie, and Amelia had gone to the garden in the morning after their wild party and started to set up a new ritual with Jasper in the middle on top of a barrel. This ritual would take a lot of time to set up. It would be so much more complicated compared to the previous one. A small crowd already gathered as the day passed by and the Voodoopunks started building up their ritual.

As the moon rose into the sky, the time drew closer for the ritual, Byron looked at Amelia, “Are you ready for this, it will be heavy on you.”

Amelia smiled, “Don’t worry about me, I am fine.”

The moon cast an ethereal glow over the secluded garden in the heart of New Albion. Twinkling stars adorned the velvety night sky, and the air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers and intoxicating herbs. The Voodoopunks gathered around a makeshift altar, adorned with candles, antique keys, and small, intricately crafted dolls.

Jasper, seated atop a barrel at the center of the garden, took on an enigmatic presence, his mechanical eyes glinting with hidden intelligence. The other human sized mechanical dolls, arranged in a circle around him, seemed to await the impending ritual with an almost eager anticipation.

Byron, his vibrant red hair catching the moonlight, stepped forward with a confident and commanding presence, the same one his father has. His eyes locked onto the crowd of Voodoopunks, ready to embark on this mystical journey.

He began the ritual by raising his hands, palms facing the sky, and speaking the ancient incantations that connected the living and the mechanical dolls. The crowd that had gathered looked in awe.

Byron spoke in a magnetic voice that seemed to hypnotize anyone nearby, “Tonight, under the celestial dance, we gather to awaken the spirits that linger at the edge of reality. Our voices shall become the conduit between worlds, and our intentions shall shape the fate of New Albion,”

Amelia, with her voice resonating pain and determination, stepped forward. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began to sing. Her haunting melody wove through the air, reaching the hearts of both the living and the mechanical dolls. Each note seemed to carry a piece of the ancient chant, infusing the ritual with a mystical aura.

Jackie, her ceremonial robes billowing in the gentle night breeze, performed a series of intricate steps and gestures. With a small drum in hand, she initiated a rhythmic beat that echoed through the garden. Her movements were synchronized with the chanting, creating an illusionary dance of shadows around her. Each step she took seemed to stir the energies in the garden, awakening the dormant magic within. The other cultists followed in dance behind her.

As the chanting and singing continued, Byron gestured to the plants surrounding the garden. The plants, chosen for their mystical properties, responded to the Voodoopunks intentions. Vines began to twine around the dolls, creating a living tapestry of greenery. Flowers blossomed with vibrant colors, releasing fragrances that added to the sensory symphony of the ritual.

The atmosphere became charged with an otherworldly energy, and the dollies on the periphery of the ritual began to sway in unison. It was as if the spirits within them were stirred by the enchantments of the Voodoopunks. Jasper, seated on the barrel, remained at the epicenter of this mystical convergence, his eyes gleaming with a strange light.

Byron, seizing the moment, addressed the living and the mechanical alike. “Tonight, we celebrate the union of our worlds, the dance of spirits and dolls. Let the magic flow through you, my friends! Feel the rhythm of life and death, intertwined in this sacred garden!” As he spoke, the crowd started swaying along with the beat, along with dead mechanical dollies. It enchanted everyone.

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As the ritual reached its zenith, Jackie tossed a mixture of herbs and powders into the air. The fragrant cloud enveloped the participants, creating an illusion of swirling shadows and adding to the mysterious ambiance. The dolls, seemingly infused with newfound vitality, began to move with a spectral grace, their mechanical joints creating an eerie dance.

While Byron danced, he saw Fay and Silof hidden in the shadows looking at their ritual.

Amelia’s singing reached a crescendo, echoing through the garden like a haunting melody. The ritual had transformed the once quiet space into a realm where the living and the mechanical shared a moment of connection. The boundaries between worlds blurred, and the participants, both human and doll, were caught in the mesmerizing embrace of the Voodoopunks magic.

Byron jumped on top of an altar, “Listen to me, dancing people and dolls, I speak to you, I ask, to vote for Jasper, but you want to know why? The leeches are sucking you dry, vote for our doll and throw it away. You don’t need a master like my father to rule you. There should not be a government who takes away all that you have earned.”

The crowd cheered and entered the ritual as they danced and listened to Byron as if they were enchanted. Amelia kept singing, and Jackie danced around her, the other Voodoopunks mingled with the crowd and danced, the dollies danced among them, even if they could not walk, their ritual somehow made them dance.

Byron continued his speech, “Our doll will not lead you, he will not bleed you dry. Nor bribe, nor coerce you, nor fail, nor lie. Soon, there will be a time when my father succeeds, and he is taking away all your rights. Your freedom will be gone, no longer can you party, do whatever you want, no you will all be slaves of his government. Do you people agree, we are on a crossroads?!”

Everyone cheered and agreed with Byron, his magnetic charm along with the ritual opened their minds to listen to his message and found it to be true.

Byron smiled at Charlotte, one of the Voodoopunks, “They are going to make us bow down, you will no longer be free to do drugs, to have sex with whomever you want. My dad is against gay people, isn’t that wrong? We should all be able to be who we want to be and love who we want to love, right Jackie?”

“Yes, I would not want anyone saying I can’t love my girlfriend,” she looked at a woman named Dorothy cloaked in robes who danced and smiled at her.

Byron grimaced as Edgar walked onto the scene, “Are we seriously doing this again, people, what are you doing, how are the dead dancing?”

Byron chuckled, “They cannot hear you, dad, they are enthralled by our ritual, why don’t you join us?”

Edgar scoffed, “You are just a hippie with magic.”

Jackie looked at him, “I would not expect a different reaction from you.”

Silof stayed hidden while Fay walked into the garden, “Well, this is, intense,” she grinned at Edgar, she jumped into the circle and started dancing with the mechanical dolls to show her love to her son.

Edgar shook his head, “Are you nuts Fay? You are just encouraging him since you want him to take me down, you have poisoned him.”

Byron pointed at me, “You are the only one who has poisoned me by forcing my mother to be with you.”

“I don’t force her, she is staying out of her own free will.”

As Byron laughed, the whole enchanted crowd laughed at Edgar, Byron threw his hands into the air and flipped the bird, everyone in the crowd, including Amelia and Jackie, followed him.

Edgar sighed deeply, “How mature. Is this how you are going to win your election? By chanting strange things, making the dead dance, and flipping me the bird? We are science people, you are dabbling in arts I do not even know of.”

Jackie grinned, “It is called voodoo, why do you think we are called Voodoopunks?”

Amelia kept on singing, her haunting voice echoing through the garden, she raised her voice, but it was pure, the determination was something Edgar had not heard often. He looked at her, “How did she get such a beautiful voice?”

Jackie gathered herbs and threw them into the air and the ritual got covered in dust, the speed of their dance increased. Edgar kept staring at them, “Fay, you have shown enough support, come here and come with me to our home.”

“No, I am free, this is good, you should join, oh, that is right, you rather oppress people, make them bow down to you.”

Byron laughed, “Good one, mom.”

Edgar crossed his arms, “This has gone on long enough, stop it, everyone, guards seize them.” As the guards he summoned ran into the circle, they instantly got enchanted and started to dance.

Edgar facepalmed himself, “Oh my god, I can’t even seize them if you are dancing, can you please, stop with the dancing?”

“No, I reject your world, you will not oppress us any longer.”

Jasper suddenly creaked and raised his hands, “Amelia, I will sing now.”

Amelia stopped and gasped, “Did he just talk?”

Byron shook his head, “No, he sang, he is going to sing for us, do you hear that people, he’ll sing, our new mayor will sing!”