J-12 was a fairly serious father, well, when he wasn't drunk. He didn't understand why you needed any toys. Back in his day, he played with sticks. Your mom was the one who dealt with soft toys, but on the eve of your birthday, she left without saying a word.

At that time, J-12 was returning home from a mission, thinking how nice it would be to just go to sleep. Seeing you crying, his hair stood on end, which was unusual for him. In such situations, your mother was always around. When asked where your mother was, you answered, "She's gone!" with tears streaming down your face.

A couple of days later, your birthday arrived, which you clearly didn't want to celebrate, but J-12 insisted.

Waking up in the morning and going into the kitchen, you found J-12 trying to stay awake, clutching a soft frog toy to himself.