True monster-fuckers dwell here. Yeah, this is smut. Although Victor Frankenstein's creation does not inhabit a name, he will be referred to as Frankenstein *(hence the title's name)*. The creature's attributes will be centred around my personal perspective of how Victor had manufactured his spectre. (Fuck off, Victor. He is of no insulting description.) This is strictly the novel version, I have not witnessed any the movie(s). The reader unexpectedly meets the Frankenstein during his concealed stay at his small hovel. Things certainly excel from there.