Robin never considered himself to be a dog person.

He didn't exactly hate them. No, not at all. In fact, Starfire was slowly convincing him that they weren't nearly as overrated as he'd initially thought - Cyborg had introduced her to Instagram, and she'd been bothering Robin with cute puppies she'd have all over her feed ever since. From what he'd seen, they were silly and cute. They were loyal to their owners. They were happy, innocent, stupid animals that brought a smile to any person's face. There wasn't anything to dislike, really.

So no; Robin didn't hate dogs.

It was actually the other way around: if anything, dogs tended to hate him.

Anytime he even so much as looked at a canine they'd go into all out attack mode, growling and snapping their teeth at him. At first, he thought they were just barking because they were excited, but the more barks he got, the more he started thinking that they weren't just "being the nice", as Starfire would put it.

His suspicions were confirmed when one evening they decided to visit an event in a dog park - and a rather ugly looking chihuahua didn't particularly like the way Robin bent down to pet it.

"You gotta lose that RBF, Rob," Beast Boy sniggered that day, holding his stomach in agony. Raven had cracked a rare grin, exchanging looks with Cyborg, who had his cheeks puffed up in a dignified attempt to hold back his own laughter as he treated the wounds. Starfire was the only one who looked concerned, but even she was giggling into her one hand as she petted the offending creature with the other. When Beast Boy was done laughing, he wiped the tears from his eyes, a bright smirk on his face. "Seriously, dude. It's a universal sign of aggression."

From then on, the Titans had a running joke that Boy Wonder's kryptonite were dogs, and their teasing never relented. But the more Robin thought about it, the more he convinced himself he didn't care. It was his job to be intimidating, so to hell with it if he had to give up a chance to pet some stupid animal during an occasional stroll. It was just another something he had to sacrifice for the sake of being a hero. And besides, Beast Boy was already the designated Animal Whisperer, and considering how much he loved to roll around in the dirt in mutt form, he was close enough of a replacement.

Robin had since decided that if dogs weren't going to like him, then he'd stay clear of them too. No more dogs. That was the end of it.

So when a tiny green puppy started following him around, he was - well - caught off guard.

It had come out of nowhere on a hot summer night. Robin was just on his way out of a dark alleyway during a search for a rather elusive group of bank robbers - witnesses had said there was something paranormal about the whole ordeal, so naturally, the Titans were on the case - when an excited bark caught his attention.

"Arf!"

Robin immediately stumbled back into a garbage bin, catching himself against the metal lid. A loud bong resounded when his metal boot struck the hollow can.

"Whoa," he murmured. He could barely see a pair of round red eyes peering back at him from the shadows. Robin lifted his free hand in surrender. "Easy. I come in peace."

The last thing he needed was another bite mark and a week of dog related jabs at his back from Cyborg and Beast Boy. He'd rather negotiate now while things were good.

The small puppy rolled out of the darkness on its back with its tongue sticking out, a lazy, drooly smile on its face.

Robin rolled his eyes. The thing had green fur. Real subtle.

"What do you want, Beast Boy?" Robin asked, scrubbing at the corner of his mask with the side of his hand in irritation. He crossed his arms and glared at the cute eyes, the cute face. "Puppy dog eyes aren't going to work on me, even if they are literal."

"Arf! Arf!"

The small dog bounded up close, yipping and barking unintelligibly, and only then did Robin start to realize that this dog, green as it may be, was probably not Beast Boy.

Because for one, he had just talked to Beast Boy over the communicator, and he was with Starfire, trying to interview witnesses at the scene of the crime.

Second, this dog had a spiky black collar on its neck. Shape shifters don't wear collars. Beast Boy made that pretty clear when Cyborg had tried to put one on him as a prank.

Finally - and this was the real kicker - this little guy was glowing.

Like radioactive, neon green glowing.

The puppy let out a couple more happy yips, leaping at the teen. Bracing for an attack, Robin leaped backwards, falling into a stiff stance. "Okay, dog," Robin said, narrowing his eyes, "you wanna go?"

He was ready to bust out all of his weapons to attack the furry creature without any other warning, but then a sound from behind caught his attention. Senses on high alert, Robin turned on his heel and faced a dark shadow, aiming his frustration at the intruder.

"It's just me, Robin," came a kind voice.

"Starfire," Robin said, tension rolling off of his shoulders. "Look - you have to see this."

"See what?" Starfire asked, coming into view. She had a quizzical look on his face, looking down at where Robin was pointing. "… is that an empty bag of chips?"

It was Robin's turn to look confused, his head snapping back to where the dog was before -

- Except there was nothing there.

The puppy was gone.

"No, wait a sec - " he spun on his feet, searching for a sign of glowing fur. "I swear I'm not making this up, but there was a dog. Right here. Like a glowing dog."

"A dog?" Starfire inquired, suddenly concerned. "Was it trying to attack you?"

"Well, no - I mean, I don't know, it was just here for like a second - " Robin dropped to his hands and knees, checking underneath the dumpsters. "And it was green, but obviously it wasn't Beast Boy, 'cause Beast Boy isn't here."

Starfire looked more and more concerned. "You sure you didn't… imagine it? I mean, you do tend get paranoid - "

"I'm not paranoid," Robin spat out, clenching his hands into tight fists. "And I'm not afraid of dogs. They just - "

He stopped himself abruptly. His stomach rolled; Starfire tended to get irrationally worried about his mental health when it came to hallucinations. He'd been guilty of seeing things that weren't there once before, and that had been almost disastrous for everyone involved. And the wound was clearly still fresh, considering the way Starfire had curled in on herself; she had one arm gripping her other, looking uneasy.

"... Actually, nevermind. It probably wasn't anything," Robin said, his expression softening. He got to his feet, patting off the dust on his spandex. "I think I did get a little riled up, and it isn't important anyway. Let's head out. Did they send you to get me?"

"Um, yes," Starfire said, looking slightly more relieved. "One of the witnesses said they saw the robbers head over towards the western shore. Raven has already gone to check, and Cyborg asked me to find you."

As they stepped out of the alleyway, Robin spared one last glance behind him, wondering where the little dog would have disappeared to.

In the end, they couldn't find any trace of the robbers, but they did find the stash of cash and jewelry near the harbor where Raven had been. The police figured that the crooks had been spooked by nearby officers and had fled without the stuff. They took the Titans off the case, and the five heroes returned to the tower without any satisfaction from the work. But Robin couldn't the mysterious dog out of his head the whole night; it stayed in the periphery of his thoughts, settling a weight of dread in his stomach. Something told him that this wasn't the last time he'd see the little guy.

He wasn't wrong.

"What the hell!" Robin cursed, this time stumbling into an abandoned pile of metal rods, courtesy of local construction work. It was only a day later, and he was out on night patrol with Raven and Cyborg. He'd heard some commotion coming from the site, and had decided to check it out. After an hour of scouring the place, Robin had been ready to call it a night - when he'd heard the familiar bark.

This time he fell flat on his butt out of sheer panic, virtually defenseless against the assault of slobber to his face as a blur of green lunged in his direction. Metal rods rolled across the pavement, skittering in opposite directions as Robin thrashed, feeling wet drool coat his face in long fast swipes.

"Ack - gah! Get off of me - " Robin waved his hands frantically over his face in an attempt to get the mutt off his face, but that did nothing to stop the attack; the little puppy wasn't phased at all.

If anything, Robin's hands phased right through it.

"St - stop, hey," Robin said, this time gasping out a disgruntled laugh. The dog obviously meant no harm, and now its rubbery tongue was tickling his neck. "I said stop it!"

The onslaught stopped abruptly, the puppy stepping back on Robin's chest. A watery smile dropped from its snout, its tail wagging a mile a minute.

This definitely was the same dog - it was still glowing the same color as Starfire's eyes.

"What are you?" Robin breathed, chest heaving. He raised himself up by his elbows, falling into an impromptu staring contest with twinkling red eyes. The puppy blinked first; he gave a short whimper before nuzzling Robin's chin.

Robin raised a tentative hand and placed it on the puppy's head, scratching under its ears. Well, it was definitely solid now. So then.. Had he imagined his fingers passing through it? Or…

He was momentarily distracted by the cold nose pressing against his jugular. A small smile lifted the Boy Wonder's lips. Weird as this dog was, it was only a dog. There wasn't much harm something of its size could do. And as much as Robin didn't want to admit it, this was… kinda nice.

But why was it following him around? An occasional kind canine wasn't too puzzling, but this dog was following him like he was its new haunt.

Haunt?

Something in Robin's head clicked. Something about men dressed in white suits, describing green creatures floating around, to be wary of any sightings, to keep an eye for any activity that seemed...

Ohhh.

… ghostly.

"You're a ghost," Robin breathed. He instantly relaxed, getting to his feet, wonder in his eyes. "A ghost puppy."

Slowly, the puppy turned its head to the side and raised its little round red eyes at him, slobber rolling down its tongue. Robin took that as confirmation. With a quiet, incredulous laugh, he bent down, reaching out and allowing the dog to nuzzle his hand and trail a cold, wet tongue in between his gloved fingers. A ghost puppy. His first encounter with an actual ghost, and it was a dog.

But now that Robin thought about it, the ghost's arrival wasn't as strange as he thought, considering that the city officers were blabbering on about how they needed the extra help to support the upcoming week-long ghost convention.

Robin and the other Titans had read up enough about ghosts after the city council had informed them that Jump City was officially going to be hosting the annual Amity Ghost Convention this year - especially after the council made it clear that the Titans were going to be keeping a close watch on it, whether they wanted to or not. Names flitted through Robin's head as he scratched the fur between the puppy's ears. The GiW. Chief Agent W. Ectology. Ghosts, Amity Park, the Fentons, Inviso Bill.

The Titans had been informed that with all of that charged ectoplasmic energy festering in Jump City, ghosts would be more likely to show up around here since natural portals from the Ghost Realm were more probable to form. Robin supposed they'd be attracted to frequencies similar to their own. The convention was going to start tomorrow morning, so it all made a little more sense.

At least Robin knew what he was dealing with now. And thankfully, this little ghost probably wasn't going to give him too much trouble. But what exactly was he supposed to do with it?

"Hey bud," he murmured, getting the dog's attention. "You wanna meet my friends?"

The dog perked up, giving its signal that Robin had learned to interpret as a yes.

"Good," he said, slowly pulling out his communicator and making a signal for the others. "Stay."

Cyborg had spent more time looking into ghost hunting equipment than Robin had, and Raven was more interested in destroying them than befriending them anyway… maybe there was a way to "dispose" of the little guy?

"What's up, Rob?" Cyborg yawned from the other side, the sound of his voice crackling like sparklers from the radio interference.

Raven answered after a couple more seconds. "I'm done patrolling the coastline anyway. Nothing significant to report. Is something wrong?"

Robin made one last look at the dog to make sure it was still there before he spoke. "I'm up by 24th, where the construction site is. You guys mind getting over here for a second?"

"Uhh, sure," Cyborg replied unsurely. "What's goin' on, man?"

"Just… get here. I'll explain."

Cyborg was there in a matter of minutes, Raven having already phased into view mere moments after the call.

"Uhhh…" Cyborg murmured. "I thought you didn't like dogs."

"It's not that I don't like them," Robin defensively. "They just tend to hate me more. That's not the point. Do you notice anything… weird about it?"

Robin grabbed the tiny puppy around its stomach and lifted it up for Cyborg and Raven to see. The dog yipped happily at the robot, sticking out his tongue and tilting his head. After getting over his initial affection for the furry animal, Cyborg narrowed his eyes, scratching his chin and leaning in.

"Did this guy eat something radioactive and turn into a Hulk puppy? Because he's glowing."

"It's a ghost dog," Robin said, unsure of whether the feeling in his stomach was one of irritation or excitement. He handed the dog to Cyborg. Surprisingly, the dog jumped straight into Cyborg's hands. "Remember what those officials said about the ghost convention? I think he might be one of them. But I don't know what to do with it."

Cyborg shrugged, folding his bulky arms. "Well, I'm still in the process of building my own ghost weapons. I don't have the equipment to send him back to "the other side" yet." He squinted at the collar. "Hey, look. This puppy has an Axion collar."

"Like Axion Labs?" Robin asked. Cyborg nodded his head. He held the puppy back out to Robin, showing him the round metal label.

"Um, what are you talking about?" Raven asked.

Cyborg scratched the dog's head. "It's a growing tech company that was bought out recently by Vladco, the owner of Mastersoft. They have a huge base in Amity Park - Wayne Enterprises was competing for it, but Vladco sealed the deal. Wait, Amity's where all the ghost sightings are most prominent, right? That's what the ghost convention's named after."

"Maybe we should contact those government officials we saw the other day," Raven supplied. "What did they call themselves again? Dudes in Suits?"

Cyborg considered. "I think it was the Men in Black."

"Guys in White," Robin corrected. "And remember? They don't really like us." Robin remembered the condescending tone the director - Chief Agent W - had used whenever he had briefed the Titans. Robin grimaced; he absolutely hated it when people treated him like his age.

"That dog really seems to like you, though, huh?" she said, amusement clear in her tone as she eyed the dog. It was clearly trying to get Robin's attention, flailing its legs like a baby calling for its mother's hold.

"Can't imagine why," Robin grunted. "It's not like I'm his owner."

"Maybe you look like them," Raven mused. "He is dead."

"Let's just take him to the GiW's base before he gets too attached," Robin said curtly. "They have an office set up near the convention's campus."

Cyborg hiked up the dog gently under one of his arms like a football. They then began their stroll, heading towards the campus.

"I think it's passed the Archeological Museum," Cyborg said. "Man, it's weird for us of all people to go to someone else for help, huh? We are part of the law enforcement."

"I have a feeling the GiW doesn't think of us as a legit department of public safety. Well, then again," Robin sighed, "this isn't the first time we've been underestimated."

They made it to a clearing where the museum's displays were out in the open. Robin and Cyborg didn't think much of the skeleton structures, but Raven immediately stopped.

"Guys?" She said. "Something's… off about that dog's energy all of a sudden."

Cyborg and Robin both looked down at the problem in question. The dog's big red eyes were now wider than ever, trained on one of the large dinosaur structures not even twenty feet away. Suddenly he started barking loudly, squirming in Cyborg's hands. Cyborg couldn't keep a proper hold on the little guy.

"Uhhh, yeah, I can see that," Cyborg wailed, holding the dog as far away from his chest as possible. "Wh-what's going on, man?!"

Robin looked between the crazed dog and the dinosaur. "What? Does he want the bone?"

The dog froze as though triggered by Robin's words. And all too quickly, the dog began to grow. Exponentially. One second he was the size of a plush toy, barely fitting in Cyborg's hands; the next he was the size of a basketball. Cyborg immediately dropped the guy as soon as he grew to the size of a bench. A car. A truck. A -

"Holy Mother of… " Cyborg breathed, staring at the glowing green behemoth in front of him.

Its eyes were no longer round and cute, but narrowed and blood red and menacing. It bared its teeth, showing off tusk-like canines, slobber webs snapping as it opened its mouth wider. The dog was the height of a high-mast streetlight. Robin gulped, falling into battle stance.

"Uhh, Cyborg?" he said, his voice wavering. "Your Hulk analogy was a lot more accurate than I thought."

"ARF! ARF!"

At once, the dog leapt after the dinosaur. Wherever he stepped, he left gigantic paw prints into the ground, and Robin was thrown off balance by the sheer force of its footsteps.

"Raven!" He shouted. "I need you to get a hold of the GiW any way you can!"

"Got it," she said calmly, instantly disappearing.

"Cyborg! Let's go!" Robin pulled out his staff and sprinted after the giant. "We've gotta protect the - "

Too late. The dog hit the dinosaur display like a bowling ball smacking a stack of pins, the whole structure exploding into hundreds of individual bone pieces. The dog made a sort of happy whinnying sound when he dug his teeth into the head of the Tyrannosaurus Rex, throwing his head up in triumph as he landed not-so-gracefully back onto the grass.

"Awww, man! The heck!" Cyborg shouted. "It was easy when he was tiny, but I know my blasts won't affect a ghost dog, Rob! What do we do?!"

"Anything," Robin said desperately. "We need to get him away from any more exhibits. We have detain it as long as we can until the GiW finds us. We can do this! I mean, he's just a dog, right? How hard can it be?!"

Ten minutes later, Robin was out of breath, having chased the dog around the park; they'd managed to at least keep the dog from damaging any more displays by staking nets into the ground around its feet. But it still kept thrashing in its place. Cyborg was playing matador on the back of the giant dog, holding onto its collar for dear life.

"BABYSIT A DOG, YOU SAID. IT'LL BE EASY, YOU SAID." Cyborg screamed from pure terror as he was swung up and down. "YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO KEEP ME UP FOR PATROLS, ROB!"

The dog barked happily with its eyes closed, still clutching a good bit of bone in his teeth. By now he'd gathered up all of the bones off the grass and into his mouth, his thick, slimy slobber somehow keeping it all together.

Robin groaned helplessly, slouching and placing his hands on his knees. As much as he hated the idea, waiting for Raven's help would be his best bet. With a huff of breath, he pulled out his communicator, unsure whether to wake the other Titans for backup -

But then he wasn't given the chance to decide.

"HEY! CUJO! SIT BOY!"

The voice came from out nowhere. Literally. Robin whipped his head around, looking for the person who screamed. But then something amazing happened. As soon as the unknown voice spoke, the dog skidded to a halt, leaving mud streaks in the turf.

The dog turned its head and stared straight at Robin.

"What the… " Cyborg said, sounding confused. He hesitantly let go of the collar, straddling the dog like a horse.

"Alright. That's a good puppy." The voice seemed to be getting closer. It sounded like a tired, groggy kid. A boy for sure. Whoever he was, he sounded young.

The dog swung its head vigorously, searching for the owner's voice. Cyborg screamed again as he was thrown sideways and onto the ground from the motion.

"Ooof," he groaned. "Gonna feel that tomorrow."

The voice seemed to ignore Cyborg's pain. "Now could you drop the bones?" he said. "You wouldn't want those, trust me. The expiration date was probably a million years ago." The boy seemed to chuckle at his own joke.

The dog made an indignant noise, throwing its head to the side in a scoff.

"Come on, Cujo. Don't make me come out," The voice said sternly.

The dog didn't budge.

"Oh, for the love of - fine," The voice said.

At once, a figure materialized near the dog's face; it was a floating boy with spiky white hair and wearing a loose black hazmat suit with matching silver gloves, boots, and a belt. Robin was too far away to see his face clearly, but he could tell that the boy's eyes were glowing a similar green to the dog's fur.

"Come on, puppy. This isn't what I trained you for," the boy said. He placed his gloved hand on the dog's snout. "Now put them down. And revert. Now."

The boy's eyes flashed, and his voice reverberated with a gentle ripple effect that made Robin's hair stand on end. At once, the dog expelled air from its nose, and dropped the bones in a ball of sticky drool with a loud, hollow clatter. Suddenly, the dog began to shrink; as soon as it reached its original size, it surged forward, jumping straight into the boy's hands, licking his face.

"Ahhh - GACK! Cujo!" The boy laughed, ripping the dog off of his face with both hands and keeping the dog an arm's length away. "You crazy boy."

The dog, Cujo, Robin guessed, pouted at the white haired kid. The boy slowly placed Cujo on the ground and pulled out a small silver canister he had strapped to his back.

"Time for your time out. Say hi to the Ghost Zone for me." With that, the white haired boy pointed the metal cylinder at the dog. There was a blue flash as a high powered beam enveloped the dog; but just as quickly as it had come, it disappeared - along with the little puppy.

Robin pulled himself together and approached the white haired boy, frowning deeply; his staff was already in his hands, his grip tight. Cyborg was just as quick to get to his feet.

The kid's eyebrows popped up in surprise, as though he'd just noticed that they were there.

"What was that? Did you just kill that thing?" Robin demanded, curious and frustrated at the same time. "Is that dog your friend?"

"Whoa, whoa, wait," the white haired kid said, taking a step back and waving his hands in front of his chest in surrender, "hold on. Before you jump to any conclusions, I didn't ask him to destroy this place. He doesn't really belong to me. He's just a passing acquaintance, if you will." That got Robin and Cyborg to stop a few feet away from him. The ghost kid to lost a bit of his tension in his shoulders.

"And no, I didn't waste him. I just sent him to the Ghost Zone. This thermos is a sort of portable disposer. Sends ghosts away into little corners of the other dimension without an easy way of getting back. You probably won't see Cujo again for a long time."

"So wait… you're a ghost that hunts ghosts?" Cyborg asked, clearly amused by the irony of the fact.

The kid's face lit up. "Exactly! Finally, someone who gets it. You'd think it wasn't that difficult of a concept."

"Inviso Bill," Robin said, his stoic expression melting into realization. "You're the one the Guys in White warned us about."

"For the record, it's Phantom. Not "Inviso Bill"," the ghost replied, looking somewhat irritated as he mocked the latter name. "I take it you're Robin? And Cyborg? A huge fan, by the way."

"Don't change the subject," Robin glared. This guy was a little too chatty or his liking; in his experience, talkative types were not easy to trust.

Thankfully, the kid - Phantom, Robin corrected - backtracked, observing the suspicion in Robin's tone. He rubbed his eyes. "I'm not trying to - look, the only reason the Guys in White hate me is because I end up cleaning up all the messes they can't handle themselves." Phantom shrugged. "Whatever they've told you… I'm clean, I promise."

"Difficult to believe when we've read your case files."

Phantom raked a hand through his hair, a regretful expression on his face. "I can make mistakes. I'm still human, you know?" He paused, smiling grimly. "Or, I guess, I was."

Cyborg had the heart to look surprised. Phantom lifted himself from the ground, throwing a salute. The sad look on his face was gone, replaced with a sheepish grin. "Well, it was nice meeting you guys, but I gotta get out of here if I don't want to get caught by human ghost hunters. Maybe I can get an autograph some other time?"

"Wait. You can't leave." Robin started making his way forward, startling Phantom. "You need to answer some of our questions - "

Without warning, the ghost boy took off at least twenty feet into the air - but not before turning back to the two Titans. "Ask around the ghost convention! They'll answer your questions. And they'll definitely help you upgrade your tech. If I stay here, I'll probably get ripped apart, molecule by molecule. And no one wants to see that." He waved once. "See ya!"

Just like that he disappeared right before their eyes in a flame of blue. Robin and Cyborg blinked, exchanging looks.

"Well that was a half-assed excuse," Robin said. "I make mistakes, he says."

"He didn't have anything to back his case," Cyborg said with a shrug. "He probably knew he couldn't prove anything to us."

"Either way, I don't trust him. He knows about the ghost convention. That means he came to Jump City deliberately."

"Hopefully he isn't here to cause any trouble." Cyborg laughed humorlessly. "Though, knowing our luck…"

"Hi guys."

Robin and Cyborg jumped; Raven waved from behind, her face expressionless.

"Raven. Any luck with the GiW?"

She blinked at them both once before lifting a finger up at the sky. As if on cue, the sound of roaring helicopters and aircrafts flooded the scene; Cyborg and Robin stared dumbfounded at the sky as men in white metal suits and blue gas masks descended onto the park.

A voice came from what sounded like a garbled loudspeaker. "This is the GiW. Drop your weapons and come forward at once. Fall in line, men! Secure the perimeter!"

The whole area instantly came to life. Robin watched as the agents swarmed the park, pulling out scanners and whole carts of technology. Others began to take samples of the dog slobber in small test tubes or examine the footprints left by Cujo. A crowd of bystanders began to form - tired men and women were probably woken from their sleep, and now they were no doubt trying to find out what was going on. Camera flashes and shouting reporters showed up moments later, filling the park with even more noise.

"Dramatic much?" Came Raven's snarky reply. She raised her eyebrows at Cyborg, who quickly began to power down his guns.

"This can't possibly get any worse," Robin murmured angrily, retracting his staff and clipping it to his belt.

"Actually… " Raven tilted her head, looking hesitant. Robin looked passed where she had motioned to, dread filling his stomach.

A gruff looking man in a white suit at least fifty yards away stood glowering at the three of them, arms crossed and legs apart in what could only be understood as the stance of an authority figure. He was wearing a pair of dark shades and his wispy white hair was gelled neatly in an even swirl.

Robin could only assume that this was the head chief of the GiW - and he looked especially angry.

The young teen deflated almost instantly, his shoulders drooping. "Great. Time to get an earful from these clowns," he seethed, stomping angrily towards the chief.

Cyborg and Raven gave Robin a pitiful look as he walked away, the bags under their eyes feeling ever heavier. The two Titans exchanged a look before turning their attention to the slobber-covered pile of bones on the ground.

"Well," Cyborg sighed. "This is going to be a long, long night."

A/N: *Cue a Danny Phantom / Teen Titans theme song mash-up*

Okay, I'm a shit and it's fine. I'm the one who wrote Curtain Fall, and that story will probably either be deleted or ended rather abruptly. Hopefully it'll at least be a finished work, but honestly I have "matured" or whatever as a writer and that story is not to my liking. So THIS one is an apology. Hopefully you enjoyed whatever I have so far.

I really, really hope I can finish this one. I have an outline, and Chapter 2 is almost done, and I have a relatively open winter break to get some shit done. (Just remember to leave some encouragement because that helps.)

Thanks for sticking around.

-Blaze