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Sly as a Cooper: Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Operation: Thunder Beak is a Go!
Ratchet had decided to walk around a bit before going back to the hideout. He needed to calm himself down. Neyla is such a dodo head! Why did I let her get away?!
"Darn conscience," he muttered. He sat down on the plaza fountain and put his chin on his left hand. Ratchet crossed his legs and rested his right hand on them. He watched as a rat guard passed him and scratched his butt. The next thing Ratchet knew, the ground shook violently as a shockwave vibrated across the Nightclub. He was thrown into the fountain and came up drenched. He jumped out of the fountain with one thing in mind: Bentley had smashed the disco ball. Ratchet shook himself off and got the rat wet.
"Oh...Sorry," he apologized. Ratchet ran back to the safehouse.
"Cold. Cold. Stupid water. I had to be next to the fountain when Disco Demolition went down," Ratchet mumbled on his way there. He ran up the ramp to HQ and bust open the door. Sly and Murray stared at him from the
Sly as a Cooper: Chapter 5
Chapter 5: The Contest
Ratchet dusted himself off in front of the nightclub's entrance. Sly had probably given the reconnaissance photos to Bentley already and they were now planning the theft of the Clockwerk Tail Feathers. Ratchet walked up to the double doors and was blocked by a warthog guard and a leather guardrail.
"Invitation please," he said in a gruff voice.
"I'm here for the contest," said Ratchet. The guard snorted on him, making Ratchet's face wet. He glared at her and said,
"Who sent you?" Ratchet kept a firm face even with snot on him.
"StableKayla," she responded. The guard grinned and lifted the leather guardrail.
"Welcome to Dimitri's Nightclub," said the guard. Ratchet opened the doors and stepped into the club. Pounding music, colorful lights, and a hint of danger It was just as Sly as said. Dimitri's Greasy Sweet song was pounding like Thor's hammer on iron. But there was something else there. A certain smell like cinnamon and pepper together filled his nostri
Sly as a Cooper: Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Beginning the Black Chateau
Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! When are they going to find Dimitri?! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Ratchet thunked his head against the side of the wall near Bentley's computer, being very, very bored.
"Why don't you go on that site you like? Brigand, right?" Sly asked Ratchet. Ratchet stopped thunking his head and looked to Sly.
"I've done it all."
"What about instachat?"
"My only buddy said she's going offline for a while and won't be back on till the day after tomorrow."
"The only thing I want there is 200 coins which I don't have." Ratchet resumed thunking his head against the wall. Murray came up to Ratchet and stopped her from getting a concussion by positioning his hand between Ratchet's head and the wall.
"Please stop Ratchet. You're giving me a headache," said Murray. Ratchet stopped thunking his head and rubbed it. He turned his momentary attention towards the computer.
Sly as a Cooper: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: A New Laptop But No Sleep
So Sly, his gang, and Ratchet had just dodged Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox in the beginning museum from Sly 2: Band of Thieves. He had absolutely no idea how he got there, but he did know that he was about to barf. Ratchet covered his mouth with both hands, turning a slight green all the while.
"Uh, Murray? You might want to cut down on the sharp turns if you don't want Ratchet to throw up in the van," said Bentley. Murray turned into a dark alley. They had given the police the slip for now. Thank you Bentley. Ratchet bust open the van doors and headed for the nearest trashcan. Murray was ready to roll as soon as Ratchet was done losing her lunch and dinner. Sly opened his door and stepped out of the vehicle while Ratchet was still leaning over the trashcan. He strolled over to Ratchet and patted his back.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked.
"Whenever I lose my lunch, I'm always asked the same question. The answer is always 'Yes.'" Ratchet
Sly as a Cooper: Chapter 2
Ratchet kept pace with Bentley as they ran to the rendezvous point. In fact, Ratchet could easily pass Bentley if he wanted, but he didn't want to get too far ahead because
"According to my information the Clockwerk parts are being stored up there " Bentley was communicating to Sly through a binocucom. "Now to get access you're gonna have to meet up with Murray at the rendezvous point. Unfortunately the route through the garden is filled with guards " Blah, blah, blah. Ratchet tapped his foot impatiently. Finally, Bentley was done and they moved on ahead. They ended up on a balcony overseeing the area where Murray came in. They just couldn't see the roof of the building. Soon, Sly came into view but Murray was absent. Bentley brought out the binocucom and said,
"Murray must've gotten lost along the way. Try pressing on ahead without him." Ratchet reached out and grabbed the altered binocular device.
"Hey! What are you?" Ratchet pried it from the turtle's hands
Sly as a Cooper: Chapter 1
This story talks about a Lombax and how he got sucked into Sly 2 literally. Some changes will occur since I revolved two chapters around songs. Darn rule. I'll be changing the songs or taking them out. Sadly everything not dealing with Sly Cooper has been removed except for the mention of DDR, which I do not own.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sly Cooper (or the aforementioned DDR).
Italics are Ratchet's thoughts except for the title and the notes below.
WARNING: If you have not played or even finished Sly 2 and do not want any spoilers for it, then do not read this fanfiction. It has been remodeled so if you know nothing about the later levels of Sly 2 then it will reveal spoilers. Turn back now if you have not finished Sly 2 and want the plots twists revealed on your own. Thank you.
Note: This chapter has been redone to add one more OC so future chapters won't be confusing. Also, the first person PoV has been changed to third.
Note 2: This chapter has been slightly modified to avoid OoC rea
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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