I was browsing through the Sly Cooper fanfiction, but I didn't find any stories like this one-and of course, I'm always ready for a new project. Since the power is back on and I have my Internet back, I can update. C: Of course, I do go back to school soon, so updates may be slow. Don't worry; it's only about six more months until summer break.

Genre(s): Crime, drama, friendship, and family

Pairings: None, but possible Sly/You later

Rating: T, for violence and bad language

Summary: You've always hated the Sly Cooper series after you played the first game. It was terrible, and you've always enjoyed the Ratchet and Clank series more. Sly Cooper seems to be the only video game series that you don't like. However, one day, instead of being sucked into Ratchet and Clank you're stuck with Sly and the gang! How did this happen! How are you going to get home! And most importantly, why the fuck are you stuck with Sly and his gang! And why are you a dormouse! Takes place during Sly 2.

Your POV:

Your alarm goes off, and you get out of bed and switch it off. Going to the bathroom, you brush your blonde hair and clip in the blue and black color extensions you got from Hot Topic. You slip into your black tank-top and dark skinny jeans and snap on your bracelet.

After grabbing a Monster from the fridge and checking your email to find nothing important, you turn on the PS3 in the living room and start playing Ratchet and Clank: All 4 One. You were psyched for that game, and when you first read about it in Game Informer, you immediately started saving up for it with the money you earned from your report card. Before you bought it, you watched all of the cutscenes on Youtube. Neffi is just as awesome as ever.

"You did the right thing Doctor!"

"Get bent!"

Ha, Neffi's so cool.

A text from your friend Raphael forces you to pause the game. He's lucky you're home alone and in a good mood, otherwise you wouldn't have even bothered to text him back.

Cerlie, it started; you'd be able to tell it was from Raphael even if it didn't say his name on the screen because you can actually understand it and it's not completely in retarded text talk like it would've been if it had been from Patrick or Michael. Have you finished the new Ratchet and Clank game yet?

Nope. You text back. You rudely interrupted me, asshole.

Sorry.

You should be.

Well, when you're done with that, you should play Sly 2: Band of Thieves.

You must've done something to upset him, because he knows how much you hate the Sly series. You played the first game, and it was terrible. Ratchet and Clank is so much better. An original story, that's true, but the gameplay and level design looked like it had been made by five-year olds. Absolutely not. I hate those games. I played the first one, and it was awful.

Cerlie, the second game is way cooler than the first, I promise. And the third is even better!

No.

The first game was about a thief, but the game itself required no stealth at all. And there was no life meter, and that was a pain in the ass. You enjoyed Paper Mario: the Thousand-Year Old Door more. In conclusion, you were never going to play another Sly game again, especially not the fourth that was due for release sometime in July. Looking at the previews and what was already released, it didn't look like it was going to be that good. And games today were not cheap! Alice: Madness Returns was sixty dollars!

Bitch.

You don't even know. C:

Turning your phone off, you return to your game. You're always the first one up, and you're a hardcore gamer, so when you're not studying or doing homework you're playing a video game. Your skills go unsurpassed and you've owned Patrick's ass in Halo every time you've played against him.

You got to the next cutscene, yes! The cutscenes are the best part, except maybe in Catherine, when hanging out at the bar and playing in Bable were the best parts. But with games like Final Fantasy and Kingdom Hearts, the cutscenes are amazing.

The phone rings, and it's your mother. You grin. "Hey Momma." You started.

"Hey sweetie, are you excited for the trip to Paris?"

That's right; your family has plenty of money from the jobs high up in business your parents have, so you go on family trips twice a year. This time, it was your mother's turn to pick, and she's always wanted to see the "City of Love". So to Paris, France, you go. It doesn't matter; you're off from school for another two months, and you can maybe pick up some French there. You just need to remember to pack the PS3 and your PSP and all of your games to keep yourself entertained. You'll probably just stay in the hotel room while your family goes off and has fun. Your parents and your siblings prefer to go to parties and meet new people, while you prefer to kill people in violent games.

"I am Mom. I'll go finish packing here in a bit. I just need to save my game and unplug everything and make sure I have my laptop and all of my gear." You invested in a bag that could perfectly fit your netbook, and had compartments for your external CD drive and mouse.

"Sweetie, the trip isn't until two days from now."

"It's okay, Mom. I'll still have my PSP, and I can rewatch cutscenes on Youtube."

"Alright, sweetie; I'll see you when I get home. I love you."

"Love you too Mom. Bye!"

Hanging up, you do as you said you would and finish packing. Reaching behind the TV, you unplug the PS3 and put it in its own suitcase along with your games and the controller. Going to your labeled dresser, you take jeans and t-shirts and anything else you'll need. You push your glasses up a bit and brush your bangs behind your ears. You need to get your hair layered again.

Closing the suitcases, you stack them near the front door, and go to your laptop which will be in your carry-on bag on the flight.

You check your Skype, and there are no new messages or any mixed calls. You just leave a reminder (these retarded assholes need it) that you're going to Paris and you'll message them once you get to the hotel. You'll miss your antisocial corner (your bedroom) though. It's all personalized and everything and you can't personalize a hotel room.

Hm. There's not much to do now, seeing as how it's only 10:00am and you don't go to bed for like seven more hours. So you decide to go over your geometry notes from last year and transfer them onto your laptop.

That's chapter one, people! I know it seems boring now, but it'll get more exciting later, I promise!

See you then!

~Mimi