Okay, let's get this straight, I started this fic when I was new and stupid as you can tell from all the grammar errors in it, I stopped writing it because I was going through some personal stuff, if anyone cares depression, I now have very little intention of continuing this fic since all my ideas for it are long gone, I have enough for a final chapter, the final battle between Danny and Bloom, it's around 300 words so far and it is killing me that I'm continuing something I see as almost a lost cause since I'm someone who can only write during the spur of the moment and with the lack of interest in this it will take a while to write and I will prioritise my current proffered fics for continuation before this.
If anyone attacks me on any of this you can forget the final chapter, when I said depression I'm not saying I felt too down to write, I'm saying that for the last three years at least I have accepted that I would die by suicide and had two planned ways to do it.