Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Sly Cooper or any characters or any stuff associated with this game. All that belongs to Sucker Punch and Sony, after all, I am just a mere fangirl writing a fanfic! Note: I don't own ANY copyrighted content except the fictional characters I made up for this (namely, the villains and other nameless folks).

(Prologue: Dawning of a Problem)

It was nighttime in the city of Paris. The streetlights were one of the only sources of light. The moon was full and bright, illuminating the buildings and scenery. It was all peace and quiet...Until the blissful silence of the night was suddenly broken with loud police sirens, blaring through a certain radius of the city block.

And there was Sly, climbing up a pipe on the side of the bank with his trademark cane in his mouth. Surprisingly, the police weren't on a goose chase after Sly for once. Sly and the police were waiting for one of the most talked about criminals in town to steal loot from the bank.

The raccoon thief crouched down, out of the way of the police lights and view. He quietly moved along below the top of the wall, his movements slinky and elegant. He was going to steal the booty from the criminal when he saw him and take it for himself. Or at least that was his plan that night. He stayed low, awaiting his fellow companion's orders.

"Sly, come in, Sly!" Sly could hear Bentley's nasal voice through his microphone earpiece.

"Bentley, do you see anything suspicious?" Sly asked into the microphone that was tucked neatly into his collar where it couldn't be seen. Sly gripped his cane tighter, awaiting an answer from his friend and being cautious incase anyone was around.

"LOOK BEHIND YOU!" Bentley panicked. "I can't believe my radars on the Bino-cu-com didn't pick this up EARLIER." Sly did as instructed, but it was too late.

Sly was looking up at a bull clutching a bag full of money in one hand and a sharp-edged metal pipe in the other. Sly stood up and began backing away, holding up his cane in defense. The bull appeared to be ignoring the fact the police were telling him to put the money down and surrender.

"No one is going to be in my way, not even a puny ring-tail," the bull muttered. He had a low, deep voice.

Sly was surprised as the cane was knocked out of his gloved hand. The raccoon was trying to stay calm, ignoring the insult as he reached for his cane. He couldn't loose the cane. It was too precious andit wasa family heirloom.

"No cane for the raccoon!" To Sly's horror, the bull picked up the cane and threw it down the alleyway, out of reach for Sly. The raccoon was about to jump after it, except the bull grabbed Sly by the collar, dropped the bag of money and raised the pipe.

An impact landed on Sly's head. An explosion of piercing pain ran through his head. The bull dropped him as Sly clutched his head in agony. He raised his pipe once more, preparing to strike. Sly would have moved, except he was in so much pain that he wasvulnerable to more of it. The bull struck the helpless raccoon on the head once more. Sly felt something pierce him this time. He pulled off his hat, touched the top of his head and pulled his paw down. There was a dark stain in his glove.

Before Sly knew it, the bull made his final strike, picked Sly up and threw him down into the alleyway. He made a run for it, dodging all of the bullets the police had been shooting at him in order to stop him.

Sly's world went black as he landed on the paved alleyway...

(Erased...)

A white, speckled ceiling was straight above the patient as he slowly woke up, his vision slightly blurry. His head felt sore and heavy, with bandages wrapped around his head. The bed beneath him was lumpy, making him feel even more uncomfortable.

He observed his surroundings more and saw how spotless the room was. It wanted to make him sick, with its mix of white curtains and ivory and forest green colored tiles on the floor.

The patient heard the creak of the door in one corner of the room as a female gray rabbit dressed in white entered the room, carrying a clipboard and scribbling notes on it with a pen. She was soon followed by a male Siberian tiger in blue, who was holding a folder, a plastic bag and an odd looking cane, which had a hook-like end.

"Good afternoon," the tiger greeted. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm sore like hell and I don't know why. Does that answer your question?" the patient answered angrily as he sat up. The tiger and the rabbit looked at each other nervously. The tiger, who appeared to be the doctor, gulped nervously as he placed the bag and the cane down on a chair next to the patient's bed.

"Your friends said those were your things. They couldn't see you in person, but they wish you a fast recovery," the doctor said, pausing for a moment. "Can you remember anything? Can you tell me your name?"

"Um...it's...um..." Nothing popped into his mind. There was nothing but emptiness.

"Global amnesia... Just as I suspected. We knew you would forget something. You were hit on the head pretty hard. You're lucky you weren't hit anymore than that," the doctor commented. "Nurse, write that down." The rabbit was scribbling down notes on the clipboard she was holding.

"According to the files here, your name is Sly Cooper...wait, Sly Cooper? You're the 'master thief' that's been causing ruckus in Paris lately? Who knew we'd end up with a criminal on our hands?" The doctor seemed worried as he paced back and forth, thinking. "But I'll let you go without telling the police. It wouldn't be fair to you since you can't remember."

"Doctor, what are we going to do to attract the least attention to him as possible? If the police recognized him, they'd be all over him!" the nurse pointed out.

"You're quite right, Nurse," the doctor agreed.

Sly was silent. He was nervous about what they were going to do to him. For all he knew, the doctor could've lied about not sending him to the police. Or they could be lying to him about his name or anything else.

"It says here that your father died when you were very young, Sly, and then you were sent to Happy Campers Orphanage at age eight in a town right outside of Paris," the doctor started, making sure he had Sly's attention. "Perhaps we can send you there under a different name, where you can work until you remember something and then when you remember something, report back to us as soon as possible!"

"Granted you can't do any stealing and you can't tell anyone your real name," the nurse added. "Oh, yes and we're going to have to deliver your things back to your friends. You're not going to need them at the orphanage." The doctor nodded in agreement.

"We'll contact your friends about the plan and have them deliver other clothes of yours. Maybe something that isn't blue, eh?" the doctor said with a chuckle. "You just stay here and rest. Come, Nurse, let's leave him alone!" The nurse nodded, her ears flopping as she left the room. The doctor picked up the cane and the crinkly plastic bag and followed the nurse out, leaving Sly alone by himself.

Sly slumped back down and closed his eyes. He tried going to sleep, but he couldn't now. What the doctor had told him revived his interest. Was Sly really the thief the doctor had told him he was or was the doctor just trying to get him interested to try and remember everything? Sly lay motionless and finally drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

(Two more weeks...)

"Mr. Cooper, wake up!" the doctor ordered as he shook Sly awake. Sly groaned as he grudgingly opened his eyes to see the same doctor from before place another plastic bag down on the same chair next to the same bed.

"What's going on?" Sly inquired as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"We have a new alias for you when you go to the orphanage," the doctor announced. "You'll be off to the orphanage in a matter of two weeks. That will give you time for that wound on your head to heal. Maybe you'll remember something too, but I doubt it. Whatever you were doing killed off quite a few brain cells." With that, the doctor left the room.

'Great. Two more weeks in this dump and I might go crazy. I can't trust anyone here either. I don't know anything...' Sly mentally complained as he lay back down. For a moment, he thought he was going to get to go and try remembering everything.

(Random notes for your everyday life!)

Appendix notes: I actually did research amnesia before I started writing this story and there is such a thing as global amnesia. I'll point out definitions of certain amnesia below so you people don't have to...

Global amnesia: Loss of memory all around that can last up to 24 hours or MORE (this is what happened to Sly in the fanfiction)

Lacunar amnesia: Loss of a certain event

Childhood amnesia: Loss of events in one's childhood

Traumatic amnesia: Loss of memory due to trauma