"Did you say wrestling? My dad showed me a few moves once! Can I come, too?"
You're paralyzed to the spot; it's a Frankensteinian monster! Albeit, it was a girl, and she didn't look too intimidating, apart from her towering stance over you and Winnie.
"Elsa! You, too? Well, the more the merrier!! ... Oh, and this is... um, I'm not sure. He doesn't talk much, but this one's definitely a guy. You can't tell because of his hair. He says he uses it for 'things'."
"Yup, must be a Japanese ghoul. I can see it, in the hair, y'know. Good morning, Silky, my name is Elsa, Elsa Frankenteen."
"Frankenteen?"
"Yep, cuz my dad is Frankensteen, and I'm, of course, a teen! So, to differenciate, I'm Frankenteen!"
You find ludricrousity in the situation, but, nevertheless, greet the tall Frankenteen girl.
"Elsa, can you keep this under wraps? I mean, the wrestling."
"Of course! It can be our own secret society! The Grimwood Ghouls Brawling League."
"Brawling League? I like it," Winnie exclaims.
With that, she bounds out the back door, and Elsa shuffles hurriedly to follow her. At the doorway, they both motion back to you, ushering you outside...
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