Disclaimer: I would NEVER own the characters of Sly Cooper. I don't own anyone in this fanfic since they all belong to Sanzaru game companies.

I don't even own Sly's father who is rumored to be named Connor so I'll just go by that name for Sly's dad to make this a good fanfic.

Hope you enjoy it.

Sly and the Cooper Legacy.


The figure dived through the air as he basically skydived towards his target. The figure's tail was actually one that looked like Rioichi's one, scratch that -it was extremely identical to Rioichi's tail! The difference was that the tip of his tail was black but it was marked in a way that tagged him as kind of evil.

The skies weren't very concealing of his presence as he basically free fell down and very barely latched on to Rioichi's shoulders when the ninja master sensed his presence quickly before turning around and whacking a hand in a ninja chop motion to send figure colliding into a nearby wall of a mountain. Rioichi and Salim watched the figure peel his back off the mountain as he charged aggressively at his targets to retry his fierce approach but not before Rioichi reaffirmed his composure and rallied his own attacks.

Salim watched with wide eager eyes as he could barely believe what had taken place just mere seconds ago. His old heart pumped inside his chest as he stared at the scene and watched it as Rioichi and this figure tackled each other and fought as if each of their lives depended on winning the battle.

The old coon ran to assist but suddenly found his path blocked by another hooded figure. Salim's eyes were wide as he slowly backed away from the figure's glowing red orbs that burned right into own eyes. Salim's ears lowered against his turban as he tried to swallow a knot that constricted his throat. He felt also felt a freezing sweat drip from his forehead as he hugged his arms to keep himself warm against the wind picking up and bristling his grey-lavender fur.

As he began standing his ground firmly; Salim glared at his foe as he put two fists into a fighting position, using his tail to grab his cane as he tried to look as threatening as possible even if he knew he was becoming to old to fight. "Oh, you want a quarrel? I shall be more than happy to deliver the final blow to your face."

The two older raccoons stood into a fighting position as they readied themselves for a battle. They both felt the brushing of wind blow through them as they shivered slightly from the coldness of the snowy mountains they currently stood on, feeling the moist yet cold air make them receive the nastiest of colds.

Meanwhile, Galleth ran forwards as he followed a trail of footprints with Connor following. For half an hour now they had been tracking someone -anyone- who could have left these prints in this lone mountainous terrain. Galleth fell to one knee and picked at one of the strangely familiar footprints. Even though, the raccoon knight never saw these shape of footprints before he found something distinctive about their appearance. He squinted his eyes from mere bewilderment as he racked his brains for an answer.

Connor stepped up next to Galleth as he bent down with a finger scratching at his furry beard with confusion in his own eyes that mirrored Galleth's. The older adult raccoon muttered some inaudible scientific language and this caught the brown and cream furred raccoon's ears as they twitched in the cold wind "I beg your pardon, Connor?" Galleth asked while looking at the raccoon.

The two raccoons shared a strange chemistry. While Connor was kind of brainy and some words that he spoke was difficult for Galleth to interprete, he also was very patient with the knight and never doubted a single thing that left the knight's lips even if he did harbour his theories and suspicions. Galleth was totally skeptical of his temporary partner, but despite his descendants grammar he was kind of intrigued by the ideas presented to him by the older male green-eyed coon.

"Oh!" Connor realised that he was muttering to himself as he repeated with a curious look painted upon his facial features "I was just thinking...These footprints look very similar to yours."

Running a finger along the snow beside one of the footprints; Galleth stared absent-mindedly at the snail trail made by his own index and thought about the footprint as he took in each and every detail of this steep print in the sparkly white carrapaste so his photographic memory could register everything about this as it could be useful for a later date. It was true that those foot prints highly resembled his own as if it was a fellow knight who made these but Galleth felt something bubble inside his stomach. Something was amiss and if the duo weren't careful, it could pay them dearly.

"I fear you might be right; my young knave. T'was not I whom made these distinctive prints yet I am sure that thou are the only knight in this era." Galleth's ears then caught on to a particular faint sound that sounded so dull to his eardrums that he could very barely listen to it. He had to strain his keen ear to listen to the sounds before he caught on and threw Connor to one side, making sure the older raccoon didn't get hit as something tackled him in the chest. Or more like someone.

The figure wore a hood much like his comrades whom battled against Rioichi and Salim a few miles away yet Galleth nor Connor did not know that. His blood red orbs pierced Galleth as he stared with dilated pupils into those hypnotically evil eyes of his enemy. Galleth managed to throw the guy off him as the two stared at each other with slitted daggers.

"Who are you, villainous scum?" Galleth asked as he brought out his lance/cane but only for the enemy to bring out a similar looking weapon but only with black-grey colouring instead of light grey. Galleth stepped back in surprise. This being carried a similar weapon that he did but not only that, it looked very much like the Cooper clan cane. It also looked too legitimate to be ignored!

"Ooooh, Thy can say that we doth share a load with each other." The figure said in a crazy voice that sounded highly similar to Galleth's own voice. This made Galleth furrow a brow suspiciously as a possibility did cross his mind but it was too absurd to believe it...Was it?

Connor got up and watched as the two got ready to duke it out. He prepared to dive into the fight but was stopped when Galleth held a hand out towards him, shaking his head to silently tell him to stay put. Connor was very hesitant but followed his orders as he stared at the pair uncertainly even if his eyes were squinted from the stronger winds blowing harshly against his face as the ferocity of the incoming blizzard increased.

Galleth seemed very unsure of himself as if he was thinking of an almost devious plot inside his mind. He bit his bottom lip as his eyes scanned the ground below him as if in search for answers. His expression brightened up like a light when such an idea crossed his mind. Standing fiercely in a position that dared his foe to attack with the lance pointed at the hooded enemy, Galleth grinned with a daring wag of his brows "Well then, why do we not put that unruly tongue where thou mouth is?"

The caused the villain to go kind of twitchy all of a sudden as he instantly charged even though Galleth was easily prepared for such a pathetic attack and was effortlessly blocking his attacks by his cane constantly clanging against the villain's. Galleth could hear the grunts signifying a sanity long since lost as each strike from the hooded enemy was attempted. Galleth could see the pupils in his counter part's eyes dilating as each and every hit became harder and more desperate. As the two sparred against each other for more time, the battle quickly spiraled from simple into one of violence and witty comments. The comments being from Galleth!

"Awww, art thou even trying to fight like a proper knightly figure? Mayhap you are growing sleepy and weak?" Galleth grinned as his blocks were swift and simple as a almost bored grin crossed his lips and his eyes were playful. The magnitude of the situation was almost suspenseful for Connor as he knew that one swipe, one single swipe could spell the end for the Cooper clan and all he could do was watch as his ears flattened against his head in fear as his lime green eyes were full of innocence despite being a father whose child was in grave danger.

"Shut up, knave!" The fellow knight spat as he thrust his cane once again only for it to be knocked against his foe's cane with 'Klank' noise as the metal made harsh contact with each other. It was easy to tell that the knight Galleth fought was beginning to lose patience with the very battle he began to fight. But it was also easy to tell that even though Galleth did not know who this guy was but the other knew exactly who he was dealing with.

"Thou dost not hath the experience I hath had through the years. T'is be as clear as the purest of rivers!" Galleth taunted through the swift yet fluid movements his arms made with the cane he held fixed in his tight grip as he expertly wielded his cane so he could continue blocking his opponent's quick-paced yet insane attacks. The brown and cream furred raccoon glared with a sharp smirk as he could have sworn he tickled a sore spot in the mysterious enemy's sanity as he noticed a low, sharp growl come from his throat. Galleth didn't usually use the tactic of breaking an enemy before nor during battle but he just needed this over with quickly so he could find Sly and besides, he felt like he had a sworn vengeance to this guy for some reason -something haunted him as if he was pacing his past a second time in his life.

"Oh? I have found a spot that makes thou break, hath I?" Galleth mocked on, a challenging grin widening on his muzzle as he loosely twirled one of the pointed whiskers of his mustache as he carried on sparring with the disguised figure who seemed to be cracking as the battle of wits raged on like the spiraling fires of war. Galleth was unaware that the figure had some of the same tricks up his sleeve as he continued to whack Galleth's cane with his own, the hook continuously intertwining with the other hook on the rival's identical cane.

"Oh aye? What 'bout your poor father?" The figure sneered, making Galleth pause abruptly in shock as the battle ceased and the knight took a few steps backwards as the memories of his father were saddening and Connor could have sworn he saw the fires of fear swiveling inside the knight of the Cooper order's eyes as those horrid memories played back inside his mind like lightning. Tears spilled from Galleth's eyes as he recalled the very childhood he had to lead alone. Hanging his head a little as his heart beat slowly in a way that fitted with the shattering knight's emotions.

"...What art thou referring to?" Galleth asked in a low voice that was kind of bitter as he looked away, his lip trembling uncontrollably. The figure seemingly grinned as he struck the exact nerve he needed to snap his rival like a twig. A maniacal chuckle escaped his throat as he spoke in a somewhat creepy tone that would fit a crazy person well as he began to circle the knight "Thou knows exactly what I am referring to. Dost thou not? Playing with fire bulbs hath started a fire that slain your father? Recall now?"

Galleth had begun growling deeply as tears slid down his cheek as they left soaking wet trails behind upon his cheeks. It was clear to both the rival knight and Connor that the hooded figure never should have struck that delicate nerve but he did and he was enjoying every second of Galleth's pain. The figure had more to say as more evilly crazy chuckles escaped his lips as he began whispering to him even though Connor could easily pick up each and every word even with the cold winds picking up to create a harsh blizzard of cold rivalry "If it were not for you, father would still be alive..."

That struck Galleth as a bolt of lightning cracking in his mind snapped him from his remorse and Galleth begun fighting with more ferocity, quickness in his footing and even though the skin underneath his Armour and clothing were cold from the storm gathering around the place; Galleth fought with such ferocity burning inside his mind and orbs as he had his fanged teeth clenched all the while.

As Galleth had his cane trembling against the enemy's weapon as both pieces of metal clashed together, the knight told the fellow knight with eyes full of hatred as he continued to clench his teeth "Knave, if you EVER mention my father again then I shalt smight thee into strips of bloody ribbons!" Galleth knocked the guy down with his shoulder ramming into his kneecaps and the guy tumbled backwards from the rough impact, forcing his hood off his head. Galleth found every breath had had before leave his body within an instant of seeing his face.

This guy who sounded like Galleth and had the same weapon WAS Galleth! The only difference was that many strands of cheek fur was out of place and he looked downright mangy with fleas investing his body underneath his thinning brown and cream fur. That and his armory was black instead of silver, like his cane, and the navy blue mask he wore across his eyes over his natural born mask was torn and ripped in some places where dark markings revealed themselves to make his eyes more evil as those small red demonic pupils stared hatred into the gallent knight's soul.

Connor could barely believe it. There were two sets of Cooper ancestors!? This could only mean that Venomina was messing with space as well as time as the older adult raccoon felt time stop around him, waiting for at least one of the pair to make a single move. It was then that the evil version of Galleth charged at his rival, ramming into his counter part. "You know what? Heheheheh! The ironic thing is that you will kill that lady Madeleine and make yourself into me!" Evil Galleth's bottom eyelid twitched uneasily as he latched strong hands on to good Galleth's neck, choking him. Galleth glared at his evil counter part. He would never kill Madeleine even if he was as maniacally disgusting as this knave was! His neck was at the bottom of his problems as he painted a picture of this monster harming the one he loved.

"Heheheheh!" He chuckled manically, continuing torturing Galleth as he strangled him "She shall be with child from another and you will slay her from your own anger! Not even thou can escape the fate that is to be! You murder everyone thou cares about and that fate shall never leave you."

The villainous counter part of Galleth's voice was like poison in his ears as Galleth felt his head fuming with bubbling anger and despair consume him. His teeth gritted into monstrous fangs as foam slipped from his sharp teeth and dripped like venom from his chin as it ran down from his mouth as he leaped to his feet to get into a defensive position, the hook of his cane pointing at Negative Galleth's neck. Galleth seethed and panted as he tried to register what he was doing but his anger consumed him like a glove even if he turned his head sharply at a weight that dropped against his shoulder plate. The good knight growled as he calmed down while staring right into Connor's stern eyes that dared him to stand down. He was not a monster and as much as he wanted to kill the wretch right then and there, he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Reluctantly, Galleth slowly pulled the cane away from his evil duplicate's neck even though the look-a-like showed no fear throughout the whole thing. Galleth hung his head in shame for what was originally rushing through his mind with his ears flattening sadly. He closed his eyes in deep thought. It was true in some small way even if it pained Galleth on the inside: Everyone he cared about eventually perished in either battle or an accident which Galleth may or may not have caused. He hid his pain behind a mask of toughness but that mask could only hide so much as he thought about Madeleine or even Sly dying in battle. Galleth's eyes remained locked to the floor as he was oblivious to the fact that snowflakes drifted in a slow flurry around him while Connor had moved forwards to tie up the laughing manic and leave him for his compodres to pick him up.

"Hehehehe! My accomplices will come! HE will end you and we will be supreme! Hehehehe!" Negative Galleth twitched while itching at a part of his cheek and biting at his tail to ease the unbearable itchiness that invaded his body. He laughed constantly as he bounced madly in place. Connor and Galleth watched as the evil counter part fumbled around while hopping in place while uttering nonsense through a wickedly insane smirk. It was clear that the evil version of Galleth had lost his sanity ages. Galleth stepped up before his counter part, grabbed his chest plate and told him with no emotion in his voice "You doth not deserve this Armour." With that, Galleth stripped the metal off his counterpart's body and left him wearing his vest, brownish cotton pants and a belt. His mangy ringed tail was even exposed as there was a peculiar black marking near the tip of it while a hairless yet exposed worm-like part of his tail stuck out from the tip, clearly ripped clean off from the fleas biting away at the fur and flesh.

The knight and Connor then decided to run off and tell Tennessee, Bob, the girls, Salim and Rioichi of this startling realization of the fact that now evil doubles was now in the mix.

But back with Rioichi and Salim, they carried on trying to fight off their hooded counterparts as they were unaware of who they were. Negative Rioichi suddenly jumped backwards from the fight as he landed up high on a high spire from a higher cliff, perching on top of it perfectly with a devilish grin as he scowled down at his perplexed counter part. The hooded form Rioichi was battling before stared evilly at his duplicate for a few moments before scowling at the foe Salim fought. "Negative Salim-san, we must go and retrieve Sir Negative Galleth." The apparent leader of the pack demanded as Rioichi and Salim stared at each other for a few moments, instantly trying to register what was happening as the snow drifts began to pick up into a blizzard storm. Luckily for the two hooded figures, the snow was becoming too much for both the Edo raccoon and Arabian raccoon to cope with vision-wise as they tried to shield their eyes to see better.

"Aw, must we?" Negative Salim asked, pulling his hood off to reveal his face. He currently wore an annoyed expression as his graying lavender fur blew against the harsh drifts. His face matched Salim's almost perfectly! Other than the crucial fact that he had black markings under his eyes, his mustache and beard were more scruffy in grooming and he attire was just sickening in a way. He wore a white long-sleeved shirt that was torn that the sleeves while just over it he wore a golden fleece that had smears of black paint and stitching from where it had been repaired countless times. That and (like Nega Galleth's tail) there was also a black marking that was running along his ringed-tail.

Nega Rioichi removed his indigo coloured hood like Nega Salim had done and gave him narrowed marked eyes with black streaks underneath them over his navy blue mask as his crimson pupils stared straight at his comrade in a threatening yet empathic way, clearly showing little concern for his elderly ancestor's best interests. He wore attire similar to his counter part but there was a black band running down against the middle of the midnight blue shirt he wore over a long-sleeved vest and he did not have his hair tied in a top knot like his duplicate. Instead his short yet unkept hair had red streaks and was very much like Tennessee or even Galleth's if worn down. His baggy jeans were the same colour as his midnight blue mask that matched Negative Galleth's almost exactly.

"Hai." Negative Rioichi nodded firmly with a sharp authoritative voice "Or else our leader shall have our tails in his claws."

Reluctantly, Nega Salim gave up trying to argue with the second in command as he followed the tasteless bad version of the usually honorable red panda raccoon and the two vanished over the horizon. Rioichi and Salim could barely believe it as they stared at what had just happened with squinty eyes as they both looked to each other with eyes full of disbelief, trying to get ove the fact of what they had seen.

Despite the blizzard taking off into a storm, Salim and Rioichi had massive eyes that didn't blink even with the most moist flakes of snow fluttering into their wide eyes. Neither of them dared speak as the silence made both of the wiser of the Cooper ancestors not panic but eventually chilling air brought them out from their staring exchange as Connor and Galleth arrived at the scene.

The two raccoons landed in front of them and watched as Rioichi finally spoke since they saw the two Negative Cooper ancestors. "...We have evil clones." Rioichi whispered in horror and disbelief while Salim fainted moments after Rioichi spoke, leaving everyone to wonder if the cold was actually getting to their heads as it finally broke them out of an awkwardly uncomftable silence.

They felt fear grip them icily as they stared out towards the snowy horizon, wondering and preying that Sly was alright wherever he was. But they only knew that things could only get worse if things didn't get better. The snow they felt bite their skin was horrid but it was nothing compared to the pit of fear they felt in their stomachs.


A/N: Alright, I hope that this was a nice chapter. I WILL make a spinoff/Sir Galleth story for you guys after this and I may make a sequel for this particular fanfic. It seems that now evil twins have been brought into the mix! What next? Will both Sly's make it? Find out soon!

-Chloemcg