A/N: My first multi-chapter story. Not sure how it will go, but I'm hoping I'll finish it. I actually started it a few days before I got this account, and I'm already on chapter 3 and still writing, so I think I might actually finish this one!

Prologue: Snatched

I honestly have no idea what happened, even now. I was just sitting down on my couch, on the cushion my dad claimed as his, playing Sly 3, just because I felt like it. My copy of the game liked to glitch up, so it was no surprise to me when it did so. After a moment I sighed, got up, and walked across the short expanse of my living room to the TV, kneeling to get at my old PS2. Just as I reached out to turn it off and restart it, everything suddenly went black.

When I opened my eyes, I didn't recognize anything at all. The ceiling above me was cracked and covered in water stains, and the bed I was on most certainly was not mine. I slept on an old cot—by choice—and my ceiling was well maintained with a mural of the night sky painted on it. I sat up slowly, trying to gauge where I was, but I had definitely never been wherever this was before.

"I think she's waking up." Someone said.

"How are you feelin', hon?" Another asked, suddenly appearing in front of me. It was a kindly looking old female mouse.

"Uh, okay, I guess. Where am I?" I asked.

"The Happy Camper orphanage. Someone brought you here unconscious last night and asked us to take care of you. He only told us your last name was Cooper. Who are you, girly?" The first voice said. She was a younger, definitely not as kindly mouse.

I was a Cooper? What? I couldn't mask my confusion, so I decided to play it off as amnesia. The Happy Camper orphanage was a place in the Sly Cooper universe, and I was a Cooper now, so... I looked down at myself, managing not to shriek when I realized I was a raccoon.

"Um... I don't really know. I mean, I'm pretty sure that my first name is Sophie, but I don't know anything about being a Cooper or the Happy Camper orphanage... Or anybody who could've brought me here." I said, making sure to look extra confused.

Both of them exchanged a look.

"He said it could be possible you had amnesia. Something about a gang attacking your home and knocking you unconscious." The younger woman said slowly. "Do you know anything about that?"

"A gang?" I asked, now thoroughly confused, "...I, uh... yeah, I think I probably have amnesia."

They both nodded.

"Okay, then, go ahead and rest. Well bring you up some food soon. Tell us if you remember anything." The older woman said.

The younger smiled at me a bit, seeming to realize I wasn't lying to them. I was, actually, but I didn't know enough about what was going on to let on that I was. I sat in one place for a while before getting up and examining the room. There was a bookshelf, but it only had a few books on it. None of them looked too interesting. With a start, I remembered that I'd had my book bag strapped to my shoulder and began looking around wildly for it.

The mice had put it next to the bag, and I immediately opened it. I knew I was a raccoon, but I wanted to see my face. My mirror proved to still be in my binder where I'd left it. I was a raccoon with a thick mop of shaggy black hair falling down on my shoulders. I now understood why Carmelita always braided hers. It was heavy, that much I had known beforehand. I went through my things a bit more, noticing some of the things, like my math book, were more suited for a video game counterpart. They were much less difficult, and some of them, like my sketchbook, stayed exactly the same.

The mice returned right as I dug out the book I'd recently been reading. I turned to the page I'd been on, pretending to be oblivious to them before frowning deeply, taking out the bookmarks, and turning to the first page of the book.

"This could be extremely annoying. I was apparently really far along in this book..." I muttered.

The older mouse chuckled lightly, "We've brought you dinner... Did you say your name was Sophie?"

I nodded. I held up one of the bookmarks in the book, which proclaimed "Sophie Angelo Cooper" in bright red ink. Although it had said "Sophie Angelo Caldicot" when I'd last put it in the book. Tweaks like that saved my life—metaphorically speaking—many times. Most of the time I lied my way out of it anyway, like the amnesia thing. She put a bowl of soup down on the table next to the futon, smiling kindly, before leaving with the younger one again.

I put the book down, placing my bookmarks where they'd originally been, and slowly ate the soup. I mulled over the turn of events that led me to my current situation, and wondered what could've possibly caused me to come into the Sly Cooper world. After a few moments, I gave up trying to figure it out and laid down, finished with my meal.

"Hm... Looks like I've been snatched."

A/N: So? How is it? Also, started writing this before "A Thief's Folly", obviously. That one wouldn't have gotten uploaded if I didn't have the first chapter of this already written... I was gonna wait longer, but I decided to go ahead and get it up.