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.
Police cars that blared their interlude sirens surrounded a relatively small house that was tucked just within the country side. Flashing blue and red siren lights had spun as if to indicate a crime scene that was either transpiring of the police were too late to do anything about.
The sky was pitch black with twinkling stars blinking in their dotted patterns and it made this atmosphere kind of familiar to Sly Cooper whom had hidden amongst the branches of a large tree just outside the house and he peered through the leaves curiously.
He didn't remember what he was doing at the worst time of his life nor why he was being forced to relive it but while he saw many officers gathered outside whilst some others were constantly disappearing within the houses front door and out of it.
Sly knew exactly what this time was: it was the future of the timeline he was in but it was also his own past or more locally known as the night of his parents death.
The raccoon shuddered at the memory of seeing his parents being maliciously slaughtered right before his eyes whilst he hid within a closet with his father's cane that had upgraded from platinum to oak with a golden hooked handle. He tried not to show his emotions as he narrowed his eyes to get a better look at the scene unfolding down below.
Luckily his eyes fell upon the two forms of Dr M and Jim McSweeny whom both wore matching trench coats and fedoras all whilst they held themselves through the spitting rain that howled through the gruesome evening.
Sly decided to eavesdrop on the conversation but be careful as to not arouse any suspicion of his presence. He felt the wind blow roughly at his cheeks and bristle his grey, silky smooth fur. Sly's ears twitched through the ebony blackness of the night and
"Who do you think told about Connor's location, Maxie?" Jim asked as he tried not to show any emotion even though his face shown all the cramped up negative emotions just eating him from the inside out, his voice sounding full of grief and sorrow.
Dr M merely shrugged, trying to mask a smile that gave away all the information for Sly "I do not know, friend, but what shall happen to the Cooper vault? It needs a master!"
Jim McSweeny raised a very confused brow at his friend. He had just lost his dearest friend and all he could even think about was the Cooper vault, the storage place of the Cooper family's wealth! The purple walrus tried not to growl as mournful tears spilt down his face from his squinty eyes as he decided not to dwell on it.
So, with a heavy heart, Jim answered the question "Well, Connor gave you the deed to the island to guard the Cooper vault until the squirt comes to age. It will be Sly's soon if he made it outta there alive, that is."
The genius Mandrill grinned inwardly in rejoice as the thought of wealth showered his mind and consumed him even further. He was oblivious to the glare his walrus friend was giving him but then some more police exited the house whilst two pairs of officers were carrying two stretchers that were draped with white cloths that appeared to have had corpuses sandwiched between the sheet and the hammock-like transport.
Sly knew who the two bodies were and it made his gut wrench horribly as he tried to prevent tears from streaking down his face. He had been so used to seeing his parents so full of life and he could feel the rush of acid seeping up his throat as the urge to throw up was overwhelming and this made him clamp a hand over his mouth so he could stifle any sick that decides to rear its ugly side.
Sly could feel the tears announce their presence by the unfamiliar tickling behind his eyes and he had to look away. "Mom...Dad..." The raccoon moaned sadly with sorrow filled irises and he couldn't help but feel a hatred towards Dr M.
The Mandrill was friends with the unforgettable raccoon and he could only think of himself! He tried not to growl from the bottom of his throat but it still vibrated against the pitter-pattering of the rain pelting against everything it touched and it was highly fortunate that the rain and the police sirens had disguised his vicious growls. Sly leaned forwards a little so he could hear what was happening.
A young gopher police officer, presumably now Officer Barkley, gave the pair of friends the prognosis "Yup, it appears that there has indeed been a slaughter. The leader of the attack is unknown but it most definitely seems to be an act pulled by the Fiendish five."
McSweeny gasped at this and put a horrified hand over his mouth to stifle any vomit wanting to come up, much like Sly who had managed to swallow his own lunch back down.
Sly could see the worry and anguish worn upon McSweeny's face from the tree he had sat hunched up in as he stared down at the scene from above like a gargoyle. He felt helpless to the scene below since he could only watch from a tree as he stared down at the pair of former comrades to his now deceased parents whom were now taken from the world. Sly then realised something: Where was his younger version!?
He looked around and scanned the plain down below to search for a very small grey blob but found no traces anywhere. His ears faltered as Sly felt seriously worried. He looked back to the police officers whom were just packing up their stuff and were about to leave.
"Now," Officer Barkley began with a gruff clear of the throat "We cannot find the kid anywhere. We think that the owl had taken him and was the latest kill."
Sly narrowed his eyes as he knew that Officer Barkley didn't really look and just hated Connor so much that he wanted the kid to die in there out of bitter spite for the older coon. Either that or he really did think that the younger raccoon had been abducted and there wasn't much point in tracking down one who is going to be another criminal to deal with in the future.
Sly moved his broken leg a little which caused him to wince in pain. He was still a little weak but somehow it appeared that time travel had fixed this problem. It was then that he realised why he was sent here...It was to change his fate but it was clearly too late to save his parents so he could either let himself be happy with his parents up in heaven or he could save himself all the sadness and agony of never mending mentally.
He chose the latter.
Once the officers were gone and McSweeny was taken away by his own free will, Sly lumbered along the tree branch that squinted under his light weight and managed to use his cane to reach a windowsill, the hook just managing to grab on to the ledge of the sill that boarded under the window.
Sly managed to quietly open the window with his expert moving fingers and he slid through a gap when it was open wide enough.
It took a few expert moves but the raccoon had made it into the house that he had lived within all his life and limped up the stairs. The hallways were a wreck as pictures were colasped and broken glass from photo frames had littered the ransacked hall ways that shown signs of a struggle. He felt a faint nostalgia as Sly's caramel eyes saw a particular photo that was barely intact: a picture of himself sitting on his dad's knee even though the half of the picture meant to shown his face had been maliciously torn away.
Sly gave a heavy sigh as tears welled up inside his eyes as grief of reliving this night was tough on him as he had to run a gloved hand down his face as his eyes became blatantly bloodshot and tearful as he was stung to the core of his home being in shambles. So, Sly decided to continue trying to find his younger self who was undoubtedly still in the closet he was hidden in all this time.
Sly paused whence he reached the doorway to what used to be his bedroom. He never seen it after the accident and he wasn't sure he wanted to. He was shocked as he slowly pushed open the door and found the room in the worst state of all.
The bright blue plastered walls had basically crumbled to the floor in heaps, there were streaks of dry blood all over the furnishings and bed and there was even the cover of the Thevieus Raccoonus laying useless on the floor amongst the debris right by a broken down book stand that used to stand right beside the bed that was the only thing intact.
Sly felt his heart drop like a stone as he picked up what was left of the book by the golden handle of the back and examined it, feeling the tears return and fall down his cheek fur again. He felt the horrific flashbacks of his past flash like lightning through his grief stricken mind!
The young adult raccoon snapped his eyes open and gasped a little at a sudden sound that sounded muffled. He was snapped out of his memory loop but didn't feel any less sad about what had happened to his family and his attention turned to the closet. Sly had a sneaking suspicion of who was in there and what he heard as he cautiously approached the door to the closet which had been blocked off by the remains of a chair that was now in shambles along with everything else in what used to be an 8 year old boy's room.
He grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open to find his younger self asleep whilst curled up into a ball. Sly felt his heart pour out at the sight of his younger self who sobbed in his slumber as he shivered fearfully, clearly traumatised by what he had witnessed not too long ago. Older Sly was the exact same way.
Sly wasted no time in picking up his younger 8 year old self and examined him thoroughly as he held the little coon's limp body in his arms. From what Sly could see, his younger self hadn't sustained any serious injuries but he did seem to have some bruising on his right side. This was most likely from trying to escape the closet to help his parents since Sly did remember doing that and ending up with the same injury when he woken up...
It snapped what Sly had to do then. He had to get moving!
The young adult coon raced towards the bed and placed his past younger self down on the bed but being careful not to awake him as to cause a time paradox. He then went to get a towel from the bathroom so he could bundle up the kid as to warm up his shock filled system and prevent something serious occurring.
As he wrapped the fuzzy towel around his younger version, Sly could hear the breathless snuffles of distress bursting from the little blue wearing raccoons throat and nostrils and this made his heart break even more. Even though he was technically helping himself, he just felt like it was the right thing to do.
It was not only a Coopers job to teach wrongdoers a lesson but also to step in where the authority cannot. He eventually had the 8 year old swaddled up and went to grab a suitcase so he could pack some things.
Sly had to weave through the sickening amount of debris and shambles of what was left of this room that stained the floor and made his broken leg more sore from how to move around. Each limp he took was exhausting to his healing body and not to mention it was quite painful, making his face contort in pain from each wobbly step his right leg had to cope with.
It didn't take long but Sly eventually reached one corner of the room to find a small suitcase that was barely intact unlike the bed but it would do if his younger self was going to live in the orphanage.
For the few minutes, Sly went back and forth from the bed and the broken down drawers so he could grab some clothing items for the little 8 year old clone of himself and some other stuff that might help the little coon along through his Orphanage days. He got many jackets, some belts, some boots and even some T-shirts and stuffed them all in the bag along with his dad's cane and his mothers necklace.
As Sly was about to conclude the stuff he had something peaked his curiosity. His caramel orbs lit up a little as he saw a small envelope peeking out from behind one of the few pictures that was still mounted on the wall after the raid and Sly had managed to free the letter from its prison and he slipped the letter into his jacket to read in a later date.
Sly never remembered opening a letter when he was younger so that probably meant that if the police left him behind and his older self had saved him than it likely implied that that letter was meant for older Sly alone. He slipped it underneath his blue sweater so he could open it on a later date as he knew that he was pressed for time...
Quickly; the raccoon raced back to the bedroom and gently scooped his younger version up, took the suitcase and decided to get out of there as he also took both canes that were his. His own cane in between his teeth and his younger selves' cane coiled in the tip of his tail.
Very soon adult Sly had made it out and was running in the pouring rain whilst his feet slammed against the ground. He had been running for 10 minutes now and he hated the way that the ran sunk into his skin and made him more cold then he had been as of late.
Sly pressed his younger self against his chest as to protect the letter he had concealed and to shield his younger self from getting a cold later on. Sly knew that he was going to catch a cold if he was out in this horrid rain much longer but he didn't care right now.
He just needed to get to the Orphanage and that's what he was going to do!
Very soon the orphanage was in his sight as Sly made a bigger dash to make it there and once he reached the doorstep, nostalgia hit him square in the face as his face had a faint trace of suppressed childhood memoirs that always cornered him. He hated this place and the only thing that made it bearable was the fact that he had Murray and Bentley to help him through those tough times.
The young adult raccoon swallowed a prolonging knot in his throat as he got down to his bad leg, making him moan and cringe in pain as he stooped down, and he placed the three precious objects he had guarded: his younger self, the suitcase and the cane his father had made specially for him.
Before getting up, Sly could hear more sobbing coming from his younger self and the young adult ring-tail softly placed a hand over his little clone's head whilst stroking it softly as he said in a low whisper that sounded as soothing as a wind chime when it blew in the wind of a Summers day "Sleep well, kid, I know things look bad now but I promise that you will have a amazing future..."
Tears welled up in adult Sly's eyes as he choked upon his tears but continued telling his younger self in a soothing whisper "...You'll have two best friends, a beautiful girlfriend who will eventually become you're wife if you're lucky, you'll be surrounded by you're ancestors whom love ya like brothers." he gave a heartfelt smile as he gently petted the young coon's head "Ya may think that you're alone at times but always remember you're friends and you're family. You're never alone and you never will be, I promise."
With that last word, Sly reluctantly stood up and knocked upon the door before dashing away into the night to leave one of the night staff of the Orphanage to care for little Sly.
As Sly ran off into the woods, he found that he was once again whisked into a 'whirring' time thingie that made it so it was sucking him out of that time and time was now restored. Sly never felt so tranquil as he closed his eyes and allowed time to swallow him up and take him back home as he thought of the smiling faces of his parents and he could practically say Connor's voices tell him something.
'Well done, Sly, you're the best son we could ever ask for. Thank you...'
Sly grinned softly as he felt the 'whirring' the portal made fill his ears but he was sure of one thing as he was carried off by the time stream:
He was going home.
A/N: Hi, guys. Sorry for the sucky chapter but I'm somewhat proud of it. I was originally going to make this about Sly saving his parents but then that would ruin the great life he had so I thought that he'd be too late. You'll find out what that letter says in the next and last chapter!
What if your favourite part, chapter and character in the story if I might ask? Just thought I should know and is there ANYTHING I can improve on in future stories?
Thanks and please, please, please, PLEASE update.
-Chloemcg