I own none of the characters in Sly Cooper or it's sequels.
I only own 1 OC in this fic, her name being Tilly the Rabbit (who is 12 years old).
I will let you know if a new OC will come into play at any point during the fanfic.
With this out of the way, let's begin.
Ch1
It had been a whole year since I had met him in person. A whole 365 days. I still remembered how it happened. He valiantly swooped from the shadows and saved my whole family from being killed by a bunch of henchman from the mob boss in our town. His slick moves, that golden cane, the trendy hat, and his awesome ring tail. And his smirk. It was one of a hero. "Name's Sly. Sly Cooper. Don't mention my name to any policemen, okay?" he smiled at me when he rescued my family and my parents asked his name.
Ever since that day, I began to strive myself to be just as good as he was at his profession, which I learned was thieving. He was my hero and I wanted to repay him for rescuing me and my family. I managed to learn by myself really well, but not without consequences, mostly from my parents telling me that I wasn't supposed to follow his example. "Do you even know the dangerous life of being a thief, Tilly? You could get locked up in prison and just trying to break into areas unarmed is destined to be a failure," my mother said to me. Little did she know, however, I had already stolen 20 grand from a corrupt business mogul and got him arrested in the meantime, all without alerting the cops. And all I had to defend myself was a wooden spoon from my mom's kitchen.
When I finally learned of my hero's next destination, the nearby city of Paris, I immediately went to where the rumors said he'd be (as I had made a few contacts while working as a part-time thief). And when I finally learned he was stealing something from the police HQ, I knew I had my chance. I immediately scaled the rooftops with a duo of shortened plungers and reached the top of the HQ without anyone spotting me. And when I did so, I saw a singular, shadowy figure perched atop one of the smokestacks of the building. "Yeah, I read you, Bentley. Loud and... very loud," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
"Sweet," I smirked to myself with barely a whisper, my giddiness filling me as I looked at my idol. Just as mysterious as I remembered him to be. "Relax, Bentley, you're safe in the van! I'm the thief here, and I got to steal those records from Inspector Fox's office," Sly said as he looked through some cool binoculars. "Hang tough, it may take some time, but I'll find out a way up there," he said again as he jumped down from the perch and looked at the nearby water tower atop the roof, which contained a strange thing that I saw around the edge of it. Strange, sparkling lights of white. "I think I'm seeing things. Must be vertigo or something. Do you see these crazy blue lights?" Sly asked into his binoculars again, which made me confused. He was talking about the lights, but from his point of view, they were a different color.
"Hmm..." I said as I listened in with my acute hearing. "Really? I've read about this. Master thieves are able to sense thieving opportunities which manifest themselves as unexplainable blue auras. All you have to do is touch them and you'll learn how to perform a super sneaky master thief move," I heard a geeky voice say on the other side of the radio on Sly's person, which made me smile. I could barely contain my excitement as Sly went right up against the wall and sneaked across the very narrow perch with barely a sound, which I imitated as I followed him, making it to the vent just as he broke it apart.
It was at this point that I squealed a bit and Sly instinctively looked behind him and branded his weapon, a yellow cane with a brown handle. "Eee! My hero!" I smiled at him with giddiness as I rushed up and hugged him, my little puffy tail wagging uncontrollably. "Huh? Wait... are you that little bunny girl? From my one heist a year ago?" Sly asked me as he looked at me with confusion. "Yes! I want to repay you for saving my family! So please, let me go with you?" I asked him, my voice being a whisper, but a very giddy whisper. "Hmm... since you were able to make it up here already, I'm gonna say, yes," Sly smirked at me. My heart exploded in glee at this as Sly petted my hair with a smile. "Let's go on then. We need to get my files from Inspector Carmelita Fox's office," Sly said as he went into the vent with me bounding behind with a skip in my step.
When we went the whole way inside, I then saw that inside of the shaft, there were tons of lasers in there. Not anything I couldn't manage, however. "Watch out for these lasers," Sly said to me, but I had already started leaping down and onto the little ledges with barely a sound, reaching the bottom to see an alarm similar to what I had been seeing. I immediately smashed it and every single laser and searchlight went off. "Nice moves, girl," Sly smiled at me. "Speaking of which, I never told you my name, did I?" I asked him with a chuckle. "Now that you mention it, you never really did tell it," Sly smirked. "It's Tilly. Tilly Gilley. Though my thief surname has been referred to as 'The Kitchen Kid'," I smirked.
Sly looked impressed at this, but only when I said that I was called Kitchen Kid. "Bentley? Do you know of a thief called the Kitchen Kid?" Sly asked as he pushed something hidden in his ear. "Really? Well, from what I've heard, this thief is actually making quite a name for herself, as she is like you and only steals from other thieves and corrupt politicians. She also is so good at doing her thieving, no one has seen her face. And from reports, she is also not even a teenager yet," I listened in to the turtle's voice. "Why do you ask?" "Because she's wanting to join up with us," Sly smirked as we arrived at a red door with a star on it. And the star said "Carmelita Fox".
"Well, that sounds great! I'm sure she could be a great asset to our team," Bentley said with a positive vibe. "Thanks, Sly's friend," I smirked at Sly, which made him smile. "Those are some great listeners you got there, Tilly. Can you also tell me if you can hear anything on the other side of this door?" Sly asked. "Hmm..." I said as I put my ear against the door, not hearing anything except some wind blowing. "No one's in there, but it sounds like there's a window open," I said as I tried the door and found it was locked. "And good thing too, since the door is locked," I said as I looked to the window nearby and opened it, jumping on the awning and walking against the wall like Sly did before and like I did, which also impressed Sly. "You can see the blue lights, too?" Sly asked. "Yes, I can. But for me, they are white. Like my fur color," I smiled at him.
When we got on the other side of the awning, we were in an area with tons of files and papers strewn about the place and a safe in the middle of the area. "Let me handle the safe cracking. I feel that's where your files'll be," I smiled at Sly as I went up to the safe and started to place in the numbers on the sliders, my ears against the safe to listen for the clicks. I listened intently and got a click for 9, another click for 3, and another for 7. I then opened the safe and Sly looked impressed once again. I grabbed Sly's file from the safe (as it had his photo on it) and I also saw my file in there. No picture, which made me smirk. Just a shadow.
"I'm going to leave that in there. Don't want them to be suspicious," I smirked. "Smart thinking, Tilly," Sly smiled. We then went outside and I heard some jumping and I immediately jumped down to the ground and hid my face in an unused grocery bag blown by the wind, cutting eye holes before getting it on my head. And then I heard a female voice. "Criminal! You foolish raccoon! I've caught you red-handed!" I heard her say. "Ah, Carmelita. Haven't seen you since I gave you the slip in Pompeii," Sly smirked. "Less talk, more action! Time to arrest you once and for all, Cooper!" Carmelita exclaimed as I heard a shot of electric energy and Sly simply jumped down next to me, Carmelita only then noticing me and my ears.
"The Kitchen Kid?! Get back here! Let me see your face!" I heard Carmelita exclaim as she jumped down from her rooftop perch and started chasing us on foot with some strange red gun in her hand. I took a trash can lid and blocked a shot from her as I jumped into a trunk of a van after Sly did so. Once we did, the van door closed and we rushed away. "PUNCH IT!" I heard a voice say from behind the wheel as they drove off and I heard Carmelita exclaim something from behind us. "You can't escape me, raccoon! You too, Kitchen Kid! I WILL SEE YOUR FACE IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!" Carmelita exclaimed loudly.