Ch2: This isn't Home
I was happy when I first actually got to see Sly's hideout with his two friends Bentley and Murray, but I had to get depressed at some point. Don't get me wrong, it was amazing that I was tagging along with Sly in his endeavors and even more so when Bentley crafted me an exact replica of Sly's cane with some strange machine, but I was still depressed.
This wasn't my home. My home was in San Francisco, California, under the ground and currently in the worst hurricane to ever hit the west coast. My family was there, probably worried sick about where the heck I could've gone. My mom, who was all alone without my dad to support her. My brother, who was the last one to talk to me before I came here. Did he see my body before I was gone? Would he be in the loony bin when no one would believe him.
I must have started to cry a little when I started to think about this because the big, happy hippo handed me a peanut from his small bag. "Th-Thanks..." I sniffed, eating it up, surprised to find it was a gummy nut, like at the circus. I never liked them before, but somehow I now savored the taste. "What's going on, Sylvia?" Sly asked from the map. I recognized it as Raleigh's hideout, but I didn't dare hope to tell him that I knew everything that would happen. "Just... thinking about my family..." I sighed, telling him the truth.
"Family?" he asked, coming over and sitting next to me. We were on a small bench that they probably stole, since it looked quite fancy. "I know it may be a bit tough to swallow but..." I tried to say, trying to find the right words that wouldn't hurt the story line at all. I then found them. "I'm not actually from this world... and there's no way I can get back home..." I frowned. It was then that I noticed that Bentley was actually making me a duplicate of Sly's cane in a machine, finishing after he heard me say what I said. It had brown wood for the handle and it had a pink hook on it to signify me being a girl. It looked very cute.
"Really? What kind of world is it?" Bentley asked, hoping for answers. "I don't remember..." I lied. "All I do know is that my... family is there... I got suddenly warped to this world when our area was wrecked by a nasty hurricane... And now I can't see them again..." I saw Bentley's mouth start to move, but I held up my hand. "I didn't used to be a kitty cat you know," I frowned, at least not afraid to say that much. My tail twitched and puffed as I started to get worse. "In my world, animals didn't have the ability to talk... and in this one, not a single animal can be found without a voice it seems..."
I frowned, knowing I sounded silly, but the others frowned and shook their heads. "Well..." Bentley said, walking over to me. "We may not know who you are or why you got here, but we do know you know a thing or two about being a thief." I smiled at his compliment, though shook my head at that. "I never was good at thieving in my world, to be honest," I frowned, telling how I always got busted when I tried to steal ANYTHING. "When I was 2, I got caught stealing from the cookie jar, I got busted for the dollar from mom's purse at 4, I got detention when I tried to sneak an extra sandwich at high school lunch, and I nearly got arrested when I tried to steal a video game from the store at 16."
I made sure not to mention any kind of names of anything just because I knew it was different here. "Well, your actions on the rooftops say otherwise, Sylvia," Sly smirked, which made me blush a bit. I may have had gray fur, but my cheeks were pure pink. "It may be just 'cause I'm a cat now, but thanks anyways..." I smiled, looking at the map to Raleigh's place.
"Wanna take on a frog?" I asked, pointing to the map ahead of them. "How'd you know he was a frog?" asked Sly. 'Oops... gotta think of a good excuse and fast!' "I looked into the files ahead of time," I said, eyeing him with a happy glare. "Heh... sneaky. I like that," he smiled. "Let's go then!" Murray smiled, jumping out of the train car as we followed suit. Now would be a very boring trip until we reached the Isle of Wrath, located in the Welsh Triangle.