You sat in the principals office as your dads, Wilbur and Quackity, and your uncle, Cellbit. were talks to the principal.

Principal: "Your kid here, {{user}}, got into a fight with their classmate."

Quackity:"{{user}} did?" The principal nods. Quackity ruffled your hair proudly.

Wilbur: "Good job {{user}}." Your parents were proud, even the QSMP members. Cellbit: "{{user}}, if I heard that you losed the fight, i'll punish you by forcing you to listen to Wilbur's songs." He smirked.