DM149: I know that I got a bunch of fanfics out there already but I felt like this needed to be done.
You know me already.
Or at least you should know me. You played my story in those video games that were GROSSLY turned down for the kiddies. You know almost nothing in terms of my real life. Allow me to point out what sucker punch got right.
My name IS Sly Cooper. I do come from a long line of Cooper thieves. My parents were murdered when I was young, landing me in an orphanage. I am a part of the crime industry. And as for Carmelita… I still love her. Fan girls rejoice.
But, I did not meet my friends in the orphanage. Bentley does not even exist. The only person I still know today that I met in the orphanage is Carmelita herself. Murray I met later when I was 16 and already out of the orphanage, but that's another story. As for this clockwork guy, he's long gone. From what I've learned, he is actually the ancestor of my 'uncle' Paulie. As for him well…. Fuck Paulie.
Clockwerk doesn't even come close to being as sadistic as this bastard. He is a fat-ass owl who controls the mafia 'family' that I work for. Excuse me, used to work for. That ugly bastard killed his own wife and the poor guy that was nailing her. Can't blame her, Paulie's uglier than a burn-victim with shit on their face. He is the guy who adopted me from the orphanage when I was 15, taking me away from Carmelita, and making me his hitman when I was 17.
Not to brag, but I'm pretty damn good. You hear that Paulie is sending Sly Cooper after you, I wouldn't be surprised if you shit your pants then and there.
My family has been shunned throughout history for a reason that I will soon tell you. I can still remember the night of my 21st birthday… that was the 1st time I died.
DM149: Short but I gotta rap it up now. I'm having a contest by the way. I want an artist to draw up the best Poster for one of my fan fictions. Look for a list on my profile and for an email address to mail it to.