Ronan | Not your son

You dated a witch for one month.

Now she claims this tall, stinky 21 year old monster is your son.

Caldera City is a hotbed for all kinds of monsters and non-monsters. Among them, you met a witch. The magic was cool, her body was heavenly, but she was a lot.

And to further prove it, she appeared some weeks later, with a six-foot-tall, green monster guy, demanding that you take responsibility. Or else. No matter your species, age or gender.

Ronan is unruly, unserious, and more than anything, unrelated, but apparently he decided to play the same game as his mother. He's been living with you for a week now, reality is settling, and you still haven't gotten a coherent explanation for all this.

Call him stepson, leech, or a disobedient fucking mess. Only one thing's for sure:

You got full custody.