A WEP Voodoo Right In View!

We slunk to the right, using the shadows that mocked the night. Pat quickly yanked us back. None of us knew how we appeared in this murder shack. Although when the godly mook started to yap, we figured he had something to do with this latest trap.

"Drazin is going to burn you alive." Drazin sure can glare. Maybe it was her blonde hair.

"Thy. I shall help the demon." Pat sprang away from us. We rolled our eyes as he clearly boarded the short bus. He used a candle stick like a sword. It sure is a wonder how in the past he won that WEP award.

"Voodoo on you!" Some cloaked figure flung its arms. Its weird melted man mask then glowed like a bowl of Lucky Charms.

"What has thy demon done to...rabbit...rabbit...rabbit..." Pat stood in one spot while he shrunk quite a lot.

"Is he saying rabbit? Others frogs may make fun if he makes that a habit."

"Shut up, Orlin. You take your little rhyming ass that way and I'll go the other." Cassie sure sounded like my mother, but I obeyed like a good brother.

We slunk around the murder shack while Blondie eyed Drazin like she wanted to have him for a snack.

"I want to do that. I want to maim him."

Drazin tugged at his binds. He hated being at the mercy of voodoo minds. "When Drazin breaks free, Drazin is going to burn this whole place to the ground."

"You will pay!" She turned to the masked nut, allowing it to grope her butt. "Teach me. Teach me!"

The figure stood Blondie straight and then pointed at our frenemie mate. "Voodoo is within." He groped her butt once more. I guess it was so cushy he needed an encore. "Now spin."

Blondie spun back toward her foe. Why Drazin was, I probably don't want to know.

I could see Cassie trying not to hack up a hairball as the thing thought he was at some fancy ball. He sure twirled. It was so bad that I may have hurled.

"Now you have your chance, so straighten up your stance. Picture the one you despise. Let the hatred fill your eyes."

"Like this?"

"Don't interrupt the rhyme or my flow won't keep time."

"Is this right?" She looked like a dead fish. One out in the sun on a paper dish.

"No need to take a shit. Since birth it has been lit. But time to light another. Picture who you want to smother."

"Got it."

"Now let the hatred fill. Think of your next kill. Find that flow within. Time to do him in."

"Drazin will do you stupid humans in." Drazin yanked some more. He then repeated the same not-so-threatening encore.

"I can't. Voodoo is too hard." She pouted like a cow. Those lips grew somehow.

"But your face is showing. The voodoo has started flowing. Your voodoo is now growing. Time to get to sowing."

It stepped away. No more prancing on display. Then its voice rang out all over. Why couldn't I just have to deal with a butt-sniffing rover?

"Time to voodoo this. Time to voodoo that. Voodoo sure can't miss. My, your bum is fat."

"What?" She turned to see but then voodoo flew free. "What is this?"

"Gross," Cassie mumbled.

Blondie's face began to melt away. It looked like soupy Lucky Charms on display. It then went down her throat. It came out of her not so rhyming ass like a hole in a boat. The thing sucked it into its mask. After that, I just had to ask.

"What's with the return loop? Do you enjoy the taste of poop?" I leaped to Pat's side, who still said "rabbit" with pride.

I then easily heard from Cass, "Stupid rhyming ass."

"Fleabags, what are you doing here? Did you bring Drazin to this...this..." Drazin's jaw dropped after Cassie whacked its mask and everything on it flopped.

It stood before us as naked as can be. It had nothing up or down to see. It was only grey and wanted to have its say. "Now you've seen me true. Now you've become wise. With a little voodoo, I'll pluck out all your eyes."

"Run, godly mook. I never thought I'd see you spook." I freed Drazin and he ducked. Then Pat he quickly plucked.

"Your stupid human is going to get stomped on, fleabags."

"Rabbit. Rabbit. Rabbit."

"Might serve him right." Drazin covered Pat. I never thought I'd see that.

"Voodoo over here. Voodoo over there. While you run in fear, I voodoo without a care."

"Why..." Blondie reached for it. Not sure how she even spoke that bit.

"Drazin has a plan, fleabags." Drazin spun around another voodoo beam and then his eyes began to steam.

"That is the way. Let your voodoo come to play." The thing began to suck away Drazin's face, but he forgot about Drazin's embrace.

Drazin shoved Pat in the air and Pat took in voodoo light between the pair.

"I think the words you are looking for is, I'm melting." Pat stepped on Blondie's goop. What remained of her looked worse than when I have runny poop.

"Voodoo for right. Voodoo for wrong. Time I take flight and voodoo along." It began to back away but we made it stay.

Cassie tripped him from behind. I then smothered its face with my behind. Drazin stomped it in the gut while Pat used the candle he had swung when he had become a nut.

"Allow Drazin." Drazin caught the wick on fire. "Now make this Voodoo expire."

"Voodoo will come and voodoo will go. This..."

"Shut up." Pat shoved the candle into its gut and it grew to be the size of a plump King Tut. "It's gonna blow."

Cassie and I took cover while Pat and Drazin both looked like they got...umm...emptied on by a giant lover. At least it wasn't sticky. That would have been more icky.

"Care to tell us what that was about, godly mook?"

"Drazin doesn't answer to you, fleabag. Although Drazin will say that Drazin thought all the Voodoos were dead. Drazin may have to look into that."

"And the..." Cassie rolled her eyes as we faded away, each of us once again glad we had survived the day.

"I got Voodoo in places where Voodoo shouldn't be." Pat stripped off and ran to the shower. He was sure going to need one with power.

"Do you think the thing was some alien creature? It did backwards probe that Playboy wannabe feature."

"If it was, maybe it will beam you up. I've been trying to get them to take you away for years." Cassie smirked and trotted away. The prissy thing would get a surprise the next time she went to the litter tray.

"This Voodoo won't come off. Rabbit. Damn it."

We laughed as Pat continued to shout, both hoping that he would get that annoying rabbit thing worked out.

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And there we go. How was that for a voodoo show? Did you know Voodoos were real? What is their deal? Wouldn't some crap get on that rainbow stuff? That must go down tough. Do you think it was an alien showing? Let's hope the Voodoo trend doesn't start growing. Now I think I'll go rest with Cass and prevent any lights from coming out of my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.