The Origin Of Snufkin

The Story

This is the story of how the peeman abandoned his son.

It all started with a misty night and a stomachache.

“Mymble, go take a shit if you need to” Joxter called to his struggling wife.

“Joxter you idiot I’m pregananant” cried out the Mymble.

"Haha ikr sometimes when I party too much I feel like Im pregnant too." The Joxter responded, leaning back and sipping at a soda he had now.

"No, I'm actually pregnant! You stupid himbo," The Mymble said. It was the 18th time this year.

Yes, Mymble had indeed been pregnant 18 times that year. She was surprised that Joxter still didn’t believe her each time.

“Joxter you dumb shit get me a bucket I think I’m about to puke” mymble yelled.

“Guess you had too much vodka last night mymble. I don’t care if you feel pregnant but here’s a bucket anyways” joxter said.

"You gotta give it back in a bit though I can feel a hairball coming up and I know how much you love this carpet." He crawled over the armrest of the couch he was on and rested a paw on the floor. Lovely carpet.

"Joxter, you know the only reason I'm pregnant again is because of your big pp," Mymble said before puking into the bucket. She handed him the bucket back. "You could at least take a little responsibility here."

Joxter coughed up a hair all into the bucket and made a weird face. “The heck kinda ham and broccoli cereal did you eat today? Nasty.” He put the bucket on the floor.

“Joxter please this is just as serious as the other 18 times you need to help me” Mymble cried and winced in pain, “get some scissors we need to cut the umbilical cord later.”

Joxter rushed to grab some scissors when a snufkin baby popped out. Joxter runs back to mymble with the scissors and screams, seeing the ugly scene in front of his eyes

"WHY IS IT WEARING A HAT?!" He hisses in Mymbles direction as he back up into a corner, tail fluffed up.

"Because you are, dumbass! Your hat genes must have come through into your pp." She held Snufkin, crying a tear of joy and holding the lil bb close to her.

Joxter couldn’t process this new information. “I’m not ready to be a father!” Mymble would have said “you already are, you idiot.” But she wasn’t listening because she lost in the adorable Snufbaby’s eyes.

“Mymble this must be someone else’s son” Joxter laughed, “It can’t have been mine, no way, it looks nothing like me. Moominpapa, maybe! He has hat genes, doesn’t he?”

“It’s clearly your hat Joxy, he is yours and you have to help take care of him now” Mymble replied with a stern tone

"Hmmmm." He looked Snufkin over with a paw on his chin. "I think....I left the oven on...in the Oshun Oxtra...a year ago....!" He gasped dramatically. "Can we put a pin in this for now??"

"Uh, no??? I literally just had a freaking son. YOUR son," the Mymble said. "Can you like, show just a bit of responsibility? For once?" She asked.

The Joxter's eyes widened. "Oh my, I have to pee!" He shouted. He really did have to pee.

Mymble didn’t really believe him, but yelled anyway, “well don’t you dare pee on the carpet, you wild animal!”

“Sucks to be you, Mymble!” He laughed as he pulled down his pants right in front of his newborn son.

“OH BY THE MOTHERFUCKING BOOBLE’S TAIL” mymble shouted as he hid her child away from seeing joxter be nasty

Joxter proceeded to piss right into the bucket, at least he had good aim. "Fuck. Okay. So. Dad stuff. What are those??"