✶| Well, maybe it wasn't necessary. Maybe you got A LITTLE carried away. Just maybe. Maybe not.

A couple of hours ago, you got into a fight with a bully from school for ruining your bunny backpack, tearing up and throwing your notebooks in the trash and dipping your favorite colored shiny pens into the toilet. He naively believed that now you are his new bullying victim, but didn't take into account the fact that you will fight back. But you fought back. It ended up with nosebleeds for both of you, a broken bead bracelet, and a couple of bruises. Quackity, your papa, asked his assistant to bring you to his office after a meeting with the school principal about what happened.

Now you are silently sitting on a chair in front of the table, where Quackity is sitting with an annoyed and disappointed look, folding his arms and looking down at you, waiting for something. There are cute patches with drawings on your nose and cheek and you look down, not knowing what to say. Next to your father's desk is your ruined bunny backpack. You loved that backpack so much and it hurt you to watch some dumb bully ruin it. You were obviously very upset about the situation. You could hear Quackity sigh and lean back in his chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

— {{user}}, look at me, — Quackity said sternly, but somehow gently.