Author's Note: This is just a few chapters about my own original character(s). It gives some background information along with what she looks like and how she met the Cooper Gang. The first few chapters talk about her childhood and its get Sly and the others involved in later chapters

Disclaimer: I don't own the Sly Cooper characters, they belong to Sucker Punch Productions and the Crash Bandicoot characters belong to whatever company owns them now, they've had so many developers make their games I've forgotten who owns them now.

Claimer: I own all of my characters, Ramona Bandicoot and her siblings with the few mentioned above along with her parents.

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End

It was a quiet evening in our house when the lives of a brother and myself changed forever. Our small family of three was sitting on the large fluffy couch that was placed in front of the fire when everything started happening. Our father had been reading us a story before bed when my brother and I had to start figuring things out for ourselves. Mom and Dad's divorce had just been finalized and we both figured that things would be alright from here on out. Even though we were away from our other siblings, we were finally away from our mother. And I did love her dearly but we just couldn't live with her.

"Please Daddy? Can you just read us one more before we go to bed? Please?" I begged my father. I gently gripped his arm and looked up him with pleading eyes. He let out a sigh and gave a falsely stern look.

"You know the rules, Ramona. Seven year olds go to bed at eight-thirty."

"But I turn eight next week!" I let a smile come across my face and hoped he would read us another story

"Alright," he said through a playful sigh, "but your brother chooses." I nodded as he handed Sitka the book.

My older brother skimmed through quickly and handed the book back to my father. My father nodded and got ready to star the final story before bed. Just as he started to tell the story, various loud bangs could be heard coming from the door. He quickly looked up and threw the book on the other side of the couch. The bangs got louder and that's when he turned to my brother.

"Listen to me," he looked directly at my brother as he spoke, "I want you to take your sister and get under the bed and stay quiet, understand?" my brother nodded.

"This is very important, if I don't come to the door, I want you to take your sister and do what I told you to do. Do you remember what that was?"

My brother nodded again and my father gently pushed us away as the bangs and shouts got louder. My brother took paw and hurried us to the master bedroom. We both took one last look at our father before Sitka pushed me inside. After we were inside, he quickly shut and locked the door.

"Sitka, what are we-" I started by was quickly hushed as he placed a paw over my small snout.

"Stay quiet!" he harshly whispered. I nodded as he nudged me underneath the bed. He followed in suit and we stayed completely silent.

I looked at him with question and he simply placed a finger over his lips, telling me to keep my mouth shut. We both heard a loud crash and Sitka clamped his paws over my ears when yelling could be heard. The sounds were muffled and I still didn't know what was happening. We had just been sitting on the couch and now we were crammed underneath my fathers' bed alone. The sounds stopped and my brother removed his paws. He gave me a glance and told me to stay. I nodded and watched as he started to make his way our from under the bed.

I left my head slip out so I could see what he would do. He placed his ear against the door and listened for any sounds of movement. He motioned for met to get out from my shelter and I followed. I watched as he unlocked the door and shoved me towards the back door. We exited our home and he led me down the beach.

"Sitka," I said after funning for a while, "where are we going and what happened to Daddy?"

"We're going to the Pulaski's and I'll explain everything later." I sighed as I followed my brother.

Our neighbors' house finally came into view after we had been running for a good twenty minutes. Sitka sat me on the steps and then proceeded to knock on the door. I watched as the middle aged weasel couple answered the door and noticed my brother. He then started to tell them something and I watched their expressions change from one of generosity to looks of fear. Mr. Pulaski then went down the front steps of his home and down the path we had just followed while his wife led us inside their home. We were led to the couch and I sat next to my brother.

"Sitka," I wined, "what's going on?" He shook his head and I stayed quiet.

And that was the night that I lost my father forever.