Momfrisk Stories

Frisk sang at nightclubs almost every night; entertaining mobsters to earn a living. Murderers and the most violent criminals the city had to offer. She honestly thought things wouldn't get any better. Definitely a lot worse, but not any better. That was until the corruption was chased away by a single monster; a young black boned skeleton with permanent tears on his cheekbones. Fallacy, her glitch, her little Error.