Okay guys, so this is my very first fanfic, so I apologize in advance for any obvious mistakes in the writing. I got the idea for this while watching some gameplay of the old games through the Sly Collection on PS3, and after I got over the nostalgia, I decided that it would be cool to write a story about my favorite OTP since I was like 5. Feel free to drop some feedback or give some advice or something, because I kinda still have no idea what it is I'm doing on this site and I am open to any suggestions or help. Anyway, the story picks up right after Bentley destroys the bridge during Operation: Hippo Drop in Sly 2.

Sly was casually strolling on the rooftops of Paris. He enjoyed the wind blowing through his fur, especially after crawling out from a stuffy air vent. He and his gang had just successfully pulled off another daring heist and Bentley and Murray were just now taking their price to the hideout. There had been exhibit on rare rings in the museum. Bentley had read about it a week before the grand opening and made a plan. Pulling off the heist had been fun, but Sly couldn't help but to feel that something was missing.

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This is a headcanon that I came up with after reading a fic that was abandoned. In it, Sly kept sleeping on top of the police station, and Carmelita would chase him away. I asked myself, what if that went a little differently? Every time he closed his eyes he saw Clockwerk staring back at him.