Hiya! This is gonna be my first Fanfiction and hopefully not my last. Also I hope to complete it. Because um… that's normally how it goes no?
Anyways this might feel like a trainwreck for the first chapter. Maybe even the first 4 until I really either A. Get into it. Or B. Really settle down on a plot that I like. Enjoy!
Oh and this is set in Sly 1 Because I've been developing OCs for this series for a long time in my head. I will try to see how far I can take this and if I can maybe make a series for the second game once I play through it a few times. Also I would start in Sly 2 or 4 since I have a HUGE plot idea for those games, but I decided that the plot of the meeting I had in my head should likely be addressed first so no one is confused
There will likely be two… or one? Idk I want a male and a female but it might be difficult. For now cya!
Okay, this seems to be necessary as I began writing this. ~This is thought "Regular Speech" "This is altered Speech" (for things like clockwerk).
~The moon always seems to be full when I am in Paris. His legs hung off the side of the building as he was breathing in deeply as if the moonlight would fully embrace him. His eyes blinked shut but opened only seconds later. The wind howled while the lights in the street seemed to dance as the trees swayed. He looked around him as if someone was trying to sneak up on him but realized he was alone. The young Raccoon was about to turn 16 in only a couple of days. Though he was not excited in the slightest. He looked down at the street as his sight began to bend. He looked up towards the stars, but the moon had seemed to drown out stars.
"Oh well" He spoke slightly and quietly. He pulled his thin black jacket closer as the wind blew again. His dark gray fur perked up as he heard someone screaming below him. He quickly began his descent onto the streets. He jumped off and grabbed a clothesline. He hung there for a second looking up at his hands. They were black although his left hand always had a fingerless glove. He dropped down to the streets and walked towards the scream. A female Lynx had been pushed against the wall by a group of dogs. She couldn't have been much older than he had. Staring at them all, all he could do was watch.
One dog looked at him before snarling slightly. ~He is trying to intimidate me. That's… interesting. The boy was thinking as the dog quickly yelled out "Get out of here boy, you wouldn't want to get hurt." However, the Raccoon only cocked his head slightly. He took a few step forwards and quickly slipped out two knives from his sleeves and pointed one at the dogs.
They all started howling at this attempt to make them back away. The largest of them all, and what was likely the leader spoke in a harsh voice, "Don't do anything you are gonna regret kid. I wouldn't want to have to hurt you" The dog looked that the face of a Raccoon, however, his eyes were being covered by his hood.
The dog's eyes widened as he heard a chuckle from behind him. "I wouldn't dream of it." The raccoon was no longer in front of him, he was fast, but that speed seemed impossible. The dog fell to the ground feeling the blood slowly drain from his stomach. "I didn't want it to come to this…" He whispered in the dog's ear as he slipped away. The others seemed to be confused, but they ran away from the scene.
I didn't Know whether to be scared or grateful this boy had appeared. I realized that he was staring at me through the hood. He took a step closer. I took two steps back from him. I could tell he was giving me a questionable look as he looked at the knives in his hands. "Oh" He chuckled softly to himself. "You're probably feeling conflicted on how to feel about this huh?" He slipped the knives back into his sleeves and I heard a click. They were definitely sheathed. I nodded my head at his question and he laughed now. "He will be fine please don't worry. I have already patched him up and it wasn't a lethal stab. Anyways I am going to go. Have a good night" I looked at the dog on the ground who was whimpering. He had a bandage over where he was stabbed. ~But how? I lgrabbed at his arm and he seemed to have no reaction to this.
"What's your name?" I said with a slight squeak. I was still kind of scared. I mean… it wasn't often that you were pinned against a wall by thugs and then a boy appears to save you. He just stared at me with confused look being form by his mouth. He reached up with his hands. They were about as dark as the night. One was being covered by a fingerless glove. At the top of the glove it was teal and black with stripes. His palm was covered in a checkered pattern which also consisted of teal and black. He removed the hoods and I stared at him. His eyes seem to shine compared to the rest of his body. They were a mossy green and stood out compared to his dark grey fur. I scanned over him and notice that he was wearing a pair of shorts that were also dark grey with some pockets on the sides. His shirt was simple and a dark blue. He had some straps of leather that formed and X across his chest and black jacket was over the top of it.
I looked up at him and he smiled at me. I wasn't exactly sure why though. "Milo" He said timidly. There was a slight pause and he looked uncomfortable before saying "Sorry, I don't talk to many people."
I giggled at this remark before saying "That's okay. My name is Naiya" I smiled at him and he seemed to be more comfortable now that he knew my name.
I looked away with a smirk on my face. I didn't smile that often anymore. I turned around and took off before I heard her say "I hope to see you again soon" I didn't turn back. I instead threw a three fingered salute towards her. I climbed back up to the roof with a grappling cord. It shot out from my glove. It was one of the many things I enjoyed about it, but it had a secret and a price no one could ever know.
Hello? Anyone there? Hehe… Anyways. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter that I wrote. I am so excited to see what anyone has to say. And by that I mean. Leave reviews I love reading comments so I will be equally excited to leave comments. Also my writing isn't perfect (Cut me some slack I literally turn 16 eight days after hopefully publishing this) I want to improve and hope you all can help. Also I have a lot of work to do this summer so I will release some chapters late and some early and although a schedule would be cool, it is unlikely I could stick to one. But hey all that means is you might get 3 chapters in one day at some point :P. Anyways Thanks for reading what is now going to be call
*Clears Throat* The Thief Theory. Cya!