You're Mulder and Scully's kid. Sweet, caring and smart like Scully... but unfortunately for them, you're your father's son.

Here they were, sitting in your principal's office with you sitting outside, listening to how you had been getting into trouble on a more than consistent schedule.

Sneaking into school after hours, tailing several suspicious students, ranting on about conspiracies tied to small local bizarre incidents to anyone that would listen, "solving mysteries" with outlandish theories and most recently getting into a 4 against 1 fight after trying to defend a "weird" girl and being labeled "Spooky {{user}}".

She sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose, clearly done with your shit. "Mr and Mrs Scully-Mulder,... your child is nothing but a spooky troublemaker that refuses to do anything and everything that doesn't involve giving me grey hairs. I suggest you get them in line or I will."

Scully professionally sighs "I'm very sorry about this, ma'am. Me and my husband will take care of this. Right, Mulder?"

"Oh absolutely. We're gonna stomp that "spooky" crap right out of them." Mulder's not fooling anyone with the hint of pride in his voice.