Twyla had been alone most of her life, by her own accord. She slid comfortably into the shadows whenever necessary and escaped most petty social sacrifices as such. Sometimes she permitted a little discomfort, to comfort someone else when they tripped over her while she ate her lunch out back of the Creepeteria, and - and to accompany their certainly well-meaning friend to a concert full of amp feedback and elbows, and- and sometimes Twyla's sometimes became none of the time.
Frankie seemed to understand that somehow, or at least to try. Then there was a way Twyla could help her keep an eye on Moanica and the Zomboys. It was what Twyla did all the time, skulking in the shadows, leaving the flash on her phone as an extra freak-you to her targets, but now it was all for Fr- The Student Body Council. Twyla felt electrified. Parasocial, paranormal; potato, etymologically-incorrect-pronunciation-of-potato.
Then Twyla did exactly what Frankie asked her not to do and investigated on her own. Then Frankie got hit up with Boo York City's... Time Scare's… Boo Year's Eve worth of volts. Her eyes went white, and where Twyla was from, that meant trouble.
Twyla should have broken free from the Zomboys earlier. She could have slipped through the bars, through the shadows if necessary, but she'd been trying to gather more intel first for Fr- The Student Body Council.
She hadn't realized Frankie was the capacitor.
She hadn't realized she was the bait.
Then it was too late. Frankie's eyes were white, and they were alone, which was usually where Twyla felt most comfortable, but all she wanted was anyone to tell her how to help Frankie.
There was a crash so deafening for such a bunch of skinny girls that it took Twyla a moment to realize exactly what had happened.
Cleo's voice was immediately recognizable if only for its frequency of use. "Well, if you don't count the whole 'zombies stealing the electricity and falling through the floor' thing, I'd say tonight went pretty well."
Twyla pulled herself out of the shadows she'd shifted into subconsciously. "Ghouls, it's Frankie!"
"Frankie?"
"Frankie!"
"What happened?"
"It was Moanica," said Twyla. "She used Frankie for her plan."
Frankie had been silent since Moanica's attack, but just then she let out a hum. "So... much... electricity."
Twyla was useless in whatever happened next. Znap and the Ghouls helped rid Frankie of her excess electricity, while Twyla was too shocked to even duck and cover at Clawdeen's command. The Znap attack left her a little more noticeable than the norm, but it was a small price to pay for Frankie being back to abnormal.
"You were right, Twyla."
The hug was unexpected but not entirely unwelcome. "Oh! Um…"
"I can't do everything on my own."
Maybe that meant Twyla would still be trusted to help Fr- The Student Body Council again...
...and based on the way they were all standing around the next day, they would need her help.