My world swirled and head pounded as I came to, eyes slowly winking open with spots dotting about as I groaned. My nose taking in an alley stench and cool crisp night air.

"What…what happened?"

My mouth hurt, it almost hurt to talk as I slowly pushed myself up, my skin feeling…matted, wet? Was that the right word for how I was feeling at the time…? Either way, it felt very irritating and not good.

I pushed myself up, arms splashing into what sounded like a puddle and into hard concrete. Blinking away the spots, I looked around the dingy little alley I had woken up in.

"More importantly…where am I?"

A frown grazed my lips which felt very off and very chapped. At the time I had assumed it was due to me being parched or dehydrated but I was wrong, very wrong…

I was also wrong in my worries at that time as well….ok, that actually makes me sound like a jerk, what I mean is…I didn't exactly have all the knows. At that time, I was more worried for my mom. Was she ok, etc. It was all good natured but then again, I had always been the more worrying type than anything.

I shook my head, trying to clear the spots out of my eyes and my thoughts. After all, I wouldn't exactly know they were alright simply by sitting there. My shaking head however also had the downside of shaking off my hat. Instinctively I reached down to pick up the cap, stopping halfway as I noticed my arm and hand or rather arm and paw.

My heart stopped and my breath halted as I looked down at my arm and now paw. My paw and arm were covered with grey fur. I stared on and on in shock, hat dropping as I stared at my paw and grey furred arm. I had a paw and grey fur…a paw and grey fur…

The hat dropped hitting the water and distorting it, my head snapped to the puddle I was in/before. The water rippled before clearing as my breath hitched and jaw dropped, in the reflection was not a black haired man. In it was rather a raccoon, a grey furred raccoon with black mask and spiky fur up top. A raccoon that looked exactly like Sly Cooper, minus the clothes of course. My clothes were ,thankfully there I might add, the ones I had been wearing when I blacked out. On me was a blue non-zipped sweatshirt, grey pants with brown belt, and blue shoes.

I continued to gape and stare, I was a raccoon…I was a raccoon.

"I-…I'm a…a…I'm a…raccoon."

I continued to stare, heart returning and then beating at a very fast rate. What would Mom say…Mom!

I jumped up from where I was, "What if she got turned into an animal too like me!"

Granted it was very...unrealistic but I was not exactly in the right mind at that time. My heart hammered, I needed to find her and know she was ok, I needed closure but what if I was… I shook those thoughts away, no way would I be…there. I shivered at the thought, I was human, I lived a human life, not the life of an anthropomorphic raccoon!

Heart hammering, I grabbed my cap and looked outside of the alley and stopped at what I saw. I was not in Manhattan, New York, etc…heck I was not even in America! How do I know this, you may ask? I simply looked up, eyes pinpricks as I saw it…the Eiffel Tower.

"W-what the?!" I gaped in absolute shock, backing up and then tripping over a very familiar cane.

Looking down I saw the Cooper cane and book from the party. I breathed heavily, looking about panicked as I slowly and shakily stood up. Then I put a paw onto my chest, letting deep breaths in order to calm down. If there was one thing that Mom always spoke of, it was that if you found yourself in a different and unfamiliar place, calm down rather than panic. Panicking will never get you anywhere. Paws gripped my blue cap tight, skin pastely white beneath all that fur no doubt as I continued to take deep breaths.

'In and out…in…and out…in…and…out.'

It wouldn't be until the crack of Dawn in which I had finally gotten myself under control. Though still very much panicked, I now had composure. Next was to figure out, when, where, how, and why I am where I am. Now obviously I was in Paris…or at least a version of it…? That's mainly what I was concerned about, worlds. There have been many fictions of people ending up in different worlds, times, etc. Thank you Hollywood.

As much as I dreaded that answer ,especially if I was suddenly attacked by my own race(Humans, not raccoons, though that would be terrifying), I decided to find out for sure. To do that, I needed to explore Paris. With a dreading sigh, I bent down and picked up my items, cane going in one hand and book in the other. Already I could tell that I would need to get some sort of backpack or satchel if I'm going to be stuck wherever I am for a long while or if I am stuck as a raccoon for a long while. Brings me up to my checklist,

1. Find out whether this is a different world or still my world

2. Get a backpack or satchel

3. If I am in another world, find a way back home.

4. Turn back human

It was simple but then again, I was a simple man. Closing my eyes and breathing out a determined sigh, I placed my cap atop my head and with a nervous flick of my new raccoon tail, I carefully made steps out of the alley and into the dawning light. I was being careful as I walked the dimly lit streets, I didn't know if I was still on Earth or well…a different Earth. Soon enough, my answer of Earth or other Earth was answered when I walked past a patrolling policeman-erm-rather policedog actually. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of a anthropomorphic dog walking about it, a cartoony anthropomorphic dog!

I had thought that the cartooniness I had thought was about was just a thing of my imagination but I was wrong. At the very least, I now know that I was in a cartoon-like universe and looked like a very familiar raccoon.

Many hours later and it was soon reaching noon. I had explored the area and found out not much more. The good news was that I was still in the 21st century which was very good at least, the bad news was that I didn't exactly have money, an ID, or well anything. Even worse is that I still didn't know exactly what universe I was in…that was at least until I came upon an ad on the wall.

Bentley Wiseturtle's Technical Services

Can provide technical help for a small fee

Beneath that ad was an address, an address that I intended to visit.

My tail flickered about nervously as I waited outside the door. Bentley, I was about to meet Bentley. The guy from Sly Cooper, the brains behind operation after operation, scheme after scheme. My heart ever thundered in nervousness, especially at the possible thought of running into Sly. This was his friend after all and possibilities tend to be pretty much endless.

My heart skipped when the door opened and an uncrippled and fine Bentley appeared. He was just as he was in the games, box shell and all.

"Yes? I'm uh sorry for not getting to the door quick enough, got sidetracked by a erm scientific project." His oh so familiar nasally voice replied.

"I kinda have a problem…a uh big one, do you mind if I…tell you inside?" I was beyond nervous, meeting your childhood could do that to you.

"Of course, come right in, and sorry about the mess." He apologized, gesturing to the very messy living room.

All across the small apartment's room lay circuits, microchips, tech magazines, and more. It was a literal nerd's paradise, there was even the odd project here and there.

Sitting down on the couch, ears twitching a bit, I shuffled a bit nervously as Bentley sat down in front of me.

"So, what's wrong? Converter busted, computer running slow?" He questioned nasally, and curiously.

"Try...trapped here from another world." I replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head.

At that he blinked confused before I began to explain and talk to him. I wasn't able to convince him easily, it took a very long time. A very long time that I'd rather not go into detail on. In the end though, and luckily I might add, he believed me.

"So, any ideas on how I can get home?" I asked hopefully.

Hand, because I didn't know what to call it, beneath his chin in thought, he soon replied. "Well, maybe we could build you a way back home? Unfortunately the parts are really rare and there's only one group of people who could possibly even have that technology."

"And they are…?"

"Well...uh, remember how you talked about the...Fiendish Five?" He asked, shuffling side to side nervously.

Eyes turned to pinpricks, "You don't mean…?"

He nodded, shuffling nervously.

This was just great…