Shadow Joestar- Well, Scruffy is gonna join, but it's gonna take these three a bit longer to join

Gamelover41592- I felt really bad for Duncan when Harold got him killed and the idea was also partly inspired by the fic this particular story was based on.

Guest- I tried to make the ending as cavity inducing as possible. Looks like it worked.

I already know this is gonna be a very long story. How? Because we nearly have the same amount of chapters as Gwen's story…..and Duncan is still a little kid. Oh, in this chapter(and for the next story arc) he is now nine. The only thing that has changed about his appearance is that he got taller. Anyways, as I promised last time, the final three OCs for this story.

Duncan smiled as the cashier handed him his bag of donuts. Being a thief had advantages when it came to money. Now that he was a little older, Sly was willing to let him go places on his own. He could only go about a mile from the safe house and he couldn't go into the nastier parts of town, but who cares? It was freedom! It was nicer out that day, so Duncan had opted to sit at one of the tables outside the cafe.

"I come can out now?" Scruffy asked. (Can I come out now?)

Duncan laughed. "Come on out, buddy!" Scruffy crawled out from under Duncan's hat and onto the table. Seeing as a boy walking around with a cyborg spider was bound to raise some eyebrows, Scruffy had taken to hiding under Duncan's hat whenever he came with Duncan somewhere. Granted, it was still a little awkward if Duncan started talking to Scruffy and made it look like he was talking to himself, but it was still better then Scruffy being in his pocket.

"I can donut have?" Scruffy asked. (Can I have donut?) Duncan smiled as he pulled out one of the donuts. He set it down in front of the spider, who quickly started biting into it. One thing that Duncan had discovered very quickly was that his new pet would eat nearly anything edible that was put in front of him. Naturally, Duncan began thinking of ways to use that to his advantage. Most just eating his vegetables and other gross food.

"Now!" A voice called out.

"Huh?" Duncan asked, only to notice someone rushing towards his table. Unfortunately for them, Duncan had insane reaction time now. He grabbed his food and Scruffy(who quickly crawled back into Duncan's hat) and jumped away from the table, causing the person to crash into it and fall into the ground. Before he could get up, Duncan slammed his foot onto the guy's chest, keeping him pinned.

"Hey, let me go!" The guy, who Duncan could now tell was a wolf about the same age as him.

"Why should I?" Duncan snapped at the wolf. "You're the one who tried to rush me!"

"W-w-we j-j-ust wanted the donuts," A second voice said. Duncan turned around, still keeping his foot on the wolf. Behind him was a very nervous looking oddly colored griffin(The bird parts were black instead of white or tan) and a weasel that didn't really seem to understand what was going on who were both around the same age as him.

"So?" Duncan asked. "Go inside and buy some for yourselves,"

"And how would we do that?" The wolf asked. "In case you didn't notice, we don't have money,"

"Oh gee, I don't know, ask your parents!" At this point, Duncan just wanted these three morons to leave him alone so that he could just go back to his donuts.

"Nope, can't do that, we don't have parents," The weasel said, despite the wolf and griffins attempts to shut him up.

"What do you mean you don't have parents?" Duncan asked. His interest was peeking.

"We live on the street moron!" The wolf snapped at him. Duncan felt himself lose all of the gusto he had just had. Only now, he realized that the threesome was basically wearing rags. He had just connected the dots. These three somehow didn't have any family other then each other. He stepped off the wolf.

"Here and don't follow me," Duncan barked. Now he really wanted to leave. He shoved two 20 Euros into the griffin's chest before starting to walk off.

"W-w-wait!" The griffin called after him. Duncan sighed and turned around.

"What?" Duncan asked.

"T-t-t-thanks," The griffin said.

"And thanks for the bruise!" The wolf added in.

"Hey, you started it!" Duncan snapped. The wolf walked over to him and got in his face. The duo glared each down before Duncan broke one of his donuts in half. He bit one half and shoved the other into the wolf's mouth.

"That makes up for it," The wolf said, calming down a little. By that point, the griffin had already gone into the cafe and was now walking out with a bag of his own. He beckoned the wolf and weasel over before turning to Duncan.

"W-w-wanna join us?" He offered.

"I guess," Duncan said as he stood the table back up. Everyone sat down and Scruffy decided to climb out of Duncan's hat.

"Cool pet!" The weasel awed as he started looking over Scruffy.

"Thanks," Duncan said.

"W-w-why is he m-m-metal?" The griffin asked.

"Very, VERY long story," Duncan said as he bit into one of his donuts. "Name's Duncan by the way and the spider's Scruffy," Scruffy just gave a wave.

"Hunter," The wolf said, a scowl still on his face.

"My name is Buck! Nice to meet ya!" The weasel said as he grabbed Duncan's hand and began shaking it, ignoring the fact they had already met. Duncan turned to the griffin, who had been quiet.

"M-m-maverick," The griffin said.

"That's the coolest name ever! Why are you shy about it?" Duncan asked.

"Because it's not his real name," The wolf hissed.

"Huh?"

"I-I changed my name a-a-after my parents ditched me. O-o-one day, they just l-left me in s-s-school and took off. They h-hated me because of my f-f-f-feathers and t-t-this s-s-stuttering problem. I n-n-never asked to be like this," Maverick admitted.

"I'm sorry that happened to you," Duncan said, a little shocked Maverick was willing to share all that with him.

"M-m-my real name is A-a-asblik," Maverick explained.

"Translating, means it trash," Scruffy said to Duncan. (Translating, it means trash) Duncan wanted to throw up. So not only did this guy's parents toss him out for things he couldn't control but they had the gall to name him trash?

"If I ever meet them…" Duncan said, trailing off as he thought of horrible things to do to Maverick's parents.

"Gee, shame you can't do anything to my parents. I never even knew them. First thing I remember is living on the streets," Buck admitted, sharing very personal things without realizing yet again. Duncan was close to exploding. So did Buck's parents just toss him when was a baby? Or did he take a hit to the head?

"Hey, how'd you get the scar?" Duncan asked. Buck took a moment to trace the scar that ran down his left eye.

"Failed scam on some thugs," Buck admitted. "It involved getting married to a pineapple. AN UGLY PINEAPPLE! But it was a beautiful marriage,"

"O….K," Duncan said as he and Scruffy shared a glance. How crazy was this kid?

"Maybe it was beautiful to a nutjob!" Hunter snapped.

"Hey, lay off. You haven't shared your sob story!" Duncan pointed out to the wolf, who suddenly lost all of the gusto he had.

"Just because they shared doesn't mean I have to," Hunter barked at him.

"H-h-h-Hunter, just d-d-do it," Maverick begged.

"Fine, but me make this clear. If this guy turns over to the state, I'm blaming you!" Hunter snapped. Duncan rolled his eyes at the idea that would turn them in a place like an orphanage. Dad's horror stories were enough to keep him from that.

"So what's yours?" Duncan asked.

"My dad...well, he liked to beat me. If I did one thing wrong, it was blood and bruises. I ran off one day and never turned back. Thing is, for the first year, my dad had a lot of power so he had a bunch of goons after me, but I haven't seen them in a while," Hunter admitted. To most people, it would seem like he never lost his stone cold expression.

But Duncan was not most people.

He could clearly see the sadness in his eyes. The pain as he talks about someone who was supposed to be a loved one instead becoming his nightmare. Duncan had so many questions. But he knew one thing for sure.

He was not letting these three kids back on the streets.

"Um, hey, if you guys want, maybe you could stay at my house?" Duncan offered. Hunter looked at him like he said he was a wizard.

"And how do we know this isn't a trick for you to turn us into the cops?" The wolf snapped. Duncan groaned. He had an idea, but it was insanely risky.

"But since when has dad ever cared about risks?" His brain told him.

"W-w-well?" Maverick asked. With a grin, Duncan nodded at Scruffy, gave a nod back, and pulled out a Cooper calling card.

"Why would I turn you into the cops when I'm not too fond of them myself?" Duncan asked as he slid the card over to Hunter. He picked it up. The look in his eyes screamed that he was trying to find some way to deny it. But even he knew the truth.

The boy sitting in front of him was a Cooper thief.

"You're a Cooper?" Buck whispered. Duncan nodded, grateful that Buck could whisper. "That is awesome!"

"H-how much m-m-money do you have?" Maverick asked.

"Not bad," Hunter said dismissively, even though Duncan could clearly tell he was interested.

"So do you guys want to crash in my place or not?" Duncan asked as he grabbed the card. The answer was clear.

Sly smiled at the scene in front of him. Admittedly, he was a little unsure about the idea of letting these three boys who Duncan had just met stay in the hideout, but after Duncan told them how he had met them, Sly agreed. Plus, the only people Duncan would freely talk to were himself, Bentley, Murray, Carmelita and Scruffy. It wasn't very healthy for Duncan to have no friends his age.

But back to the scene.

The boys had all fallen asleep playing a video game that Duncan had. Trying not to disturb any of them, Sly pulled the controllers away from them and placed them on top of the TV, before turning it off. He then grabbed a blanket and placed it over the boys. As he walked to his own room, Sly couldn't help but notice how similar it was to his own meeting with Bentley and Murray. Just boys bonding over sweets.

"Who knows? Maybe he'll have his own gang someday?" Sly said to himself.

Yay! More SAPPINESS! I'm sorry about all the cavities. Anyways, feel free to tell me your thoughts on Buck(also for Buck alone, he was inspired by a movie character. Anyone who can guest will be PM an upcoming plot), Maverick(The black coloring and stuttering are birth defects)and Hunter. Anyways, next time, we begin game two!