Back after a long hiatus, decided to get back into writing and start a new fic featuring two of my favorite franchises. I had come up with this idea out of pure bordem one day while while watching FMA: Brotherhood and playing a long session of Sly 1-4.

Anywho...

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is owned by Hiromu Arakawa and Sly Cooper is owned by Sony Interactive Entertainment

-Prologue/Flash Forward-

"G-gotta get... h-help..." said an exhausted raccoon as he crawled along the ground, gasping for breath and his fur drenched in his own blood. "M-m-my arm..." he said, clutching his shoulder, covering the wound where his arm used to be, eyes shooting wide open with shock. "What happened to me?! Wh-where's my arm?!" the poor raccoon shouted, using what little strength he had left to sit up.

The raccoon found himself in large personal library, sitting in the middle of a circle that seemed to have a star in the center, his own blood soaking into the wooden floor beneath him.

"Looks like the transmutation worked."

"That it did #$% , I'm shocked that the rat survived given all the blood he's lost."

The raccoon blinked, Transmutation? What are they talking about... is that why my arm is gone?! he shook like mad as his vision began to blur, he could vaugely make out the three figures from the other end of the room. He looked down at his feet for only a moment, only to discover a horrific sight. What looked like a deformed corpse flopping about on the floor near him. It was large, charred, and the smell was horrid, making the raccoon nearly vomit.

"What i-is that thing?!" he yelled, doing his best to scoot his body away from it before it could grab him.

"Can I eat him? Can I %$#% ?"

"No #%$, you don't want to cough up hairballs, now do you?"

"Besides, #$%& said we need him alive. He's no use to us dead."

The raccoon found himself in a small corner of the room, his back pressed against the wall as he continued to clutch his arm, his blood still spilling out of his wound. His vision began to blur even more, the room slowly turning dark around him as he saw the three began to pickup and leave.

"Are you sure we should leave him here, #$% ? What if he bleeds to death?"

"His little entourage shouldn't be too far behind, they'll take care of him."

"For your sake, you better be right."

As the door soon closed behind them, the racoon felt the back of his head hit the wall beind him. His vision darkened completely, his strength getting weaker and as he began to lose conciousness.

"Bently... Murry... Carm..." he whispered to himself. "Ed... Al... I'm s-sorry." he said before passing out.

Not much to go on for now, the story is currently a work in progress (if that wasn't already obvious), might give some slight spoilers and people who have watched/read Fullmetal Alchemist can probably already tell who the mystery villains are, if not, slight spoiler warning. ^^'

Constructive criticism is always welcomed along with potential ideas.