It was another gloomy day in Prague. Sly was sitting in The Hole, surrounded by motion detectors all along the walls of the prison in which he was being held. He was slowly losing hope that he would ever be found. The more Sly thought about what The Contessa would do to him, the more he thought about his worst fear; being alone. His parents were killed when he was a kid, and now he was deathly afraid the same would happen to Bentley and Murray. He looked out of the small window of The Hole, sighing, knowing that The Contessa would exploit his fear to the fullest if she ever got a hold of him. Night fell, and Sly curled up to sleep for another night. As he drifted off to sleep, he was completely unaware of what tonight's dream would bring.
Sly woke up in a Gothic, gloomy town, with a castle looming just up above him. He was just in front of the castle, the colorful lights from the stained glass windows shining down on him. He looked around, seeing that the town was completely empty to his immediate view. No one on the bridge nearby, no one in the front yard around the well, and no one on the streets on the other side of the bridge. "Hello?" Sly called out, against his better judgment. He slowly rose to his feet, walking around the town. And it was true, he was completely alone. ...Or so he thought. Sly heard footsteps behind him, making him whip around on his heels to see who else could be there with him.
Upon seeing no one, Sly became uneasy. "Ooookay...." He slowly turned around, continuing his exploration of the town. He walked under the bridge, seeing the runoff gates and no one was by them either. He looked at the wall to his immediate right, seeing a long, lanky, shadow approach him from behind and reach an arm out to him. Sly whipped around again, seeing no one there again. He sighed a bit, relieved. "Alright. Definitely not alone."
"What gave it away?" a Joker-like voice asked from behind Sly. He turned back around, falling back from being startled at a nightmarish-looking, red-skinned man. He was at least 10 feet tall, and he was just as long and lanky as his shadow was. He was wearing this jester's costume, making him look quite intimidating. Behind him was not one, not two, but three forked, striped tails. On his shoulders were striped horns, ten in total and five on each shoulder. The man gave a Cheshire Cat smirk, revealing two rows of razor sharp teeth. His red eyes seemed to glow in the shadows and the dim light from the moon. His black hair was tipped with red, and a lot of it moved on its own like Medusa's snakes. When one tendril lunged at the floored raccoon, Sly rolled out of the way and took off running.
The man wouldn't let Sly get away so easily. He began to give chase, laughing as Sly ran from him. True to the Cooper Clan's nature, Sly saw blue auras as he ran. He climbed up pipes, ran along ropes, swung on hooks, jumped on spires, anything to keep this nightmarish creature away from him. "Ooh, you always were an agile one, Sly Cooper~!" The man taunted, still right behind him. "But you can't keep this up forever!" Sly was distracted by the words spoken, and tripped over a table. He immediately crawled underneath it, holding his breath and squeezing his eyes shut. But he couldn't stop his heart from pounding. He opened his eyes, seeing the man's feet and tail nearby. He could hear Sly's heart beating, but he played along with Sly's hiding. "Hmmm, I wonder where my new friend could have gone~" he said loudly, a smirk audible in his tone of voice. "He's so good at hiding and sneaking all that thieving stuff~"
He knew Sly wouldn't hate what he planned to do, since his parents did it all the time when he was little. He used one of his tails to toss aside the table Sly was hiding under, and grabbed his ankle with a hair tendril, and brought the raccoon up to him, hanging upside down. "Thought you could hide from me, did you? No. I think it's time you smiled a bit, Cooper." He wrapped two more hair tendrils around Sly's wrists, holding them up and away from his torso, letting go of his ankle, letting Sly hang right side up now. With a wave of the man's hand, Sly's ankles and tail were restrained by crackly magic. He could no longer move an inch.
Sly wrenched his eyes shut, bracing himself for the pain that he thought was going to come. But upon feeling a small hand tickle his side, he squeaked, startled, but started laughing. He could hardly believe that this man was tickling him. But the man was not finished, not by a long shot. Two more tendrils started tickling the backs of Sly's knees, while the man's large hands tickled Sly's belly and unoccupied side. Sly was absolutely howling with laughter at this point, throwing his head back as he laughed. The man still wasn't done, even still. Two of his three tails went down to tickle Sly's feet, and the third stroked his ticklish tail. His horns flew off his shoulders, and occupied every open ticklish area. But what was strange, was that Sly wasn't getting tired from the relentless assault. He found that his heart and lungs were strengthened, and more energy was surging through him. Tears of mirth and laughter were leaking out of Sly's eyes, and he had flashbacks of when he was a sad little boy and his parents tickling him. Of course, they did it a lot more lightly than this man, but it still brought him good memories.
After a while, the man relented and set the still giggling raccoon down. "It's quite an honor to be able to play with the famous Sly Cooper. By the way, the name's Ragaeli. Most call me Ragdoll, Ragaboy, you get the idea."
Sly nodded. "Nice to meet you, Ragdoll. If, uh, if your intentions weren't what I thought they were, then what are you doing here?" he asked.
Ragaeli smirked. "I'm here to help you get over your fear. I have something to show you. Take my hand." Sly took Ragaeli's hand, and was led back to the castle where a group of raccoons stood. A knight, a ninja, a caveman, an Arabian, and a cowboy were gathered. "You know who these gentlemen are, don't you?"
"Yeah, those are all my ancestors. Caveman Cooper, Rioichi Cooper, Salim al-Kupar, Sir Galleth, and Tennessee "Kid" Cooper," Sly explained.
"They're all watching over you, Sly. Not just these five, but every single one of your ancestors." Ragaeli snapped his fingers, showing Sly's good friend Bentley driving the team van to the prison where Sly was being held. Sly's eyes widened. "B-Bentley?!"
Ragaeli nodded. "You are currently being searched for at this very moment. And Bentley's quick turtle wits keep him from getting caught or maybe killed, though he'd gladly give his life for you. Don't you see, Sly? No matter what, you will never be alone."
Sly smiled a bit, thinking about it. "Thank you, Ragaeli. Thank you for coming to show me this," he said sincerely.
"Oh you're more than welcome, Cooper. Now before morning breaks, let's have one last game of Cat and Mouse," Ragaeli said with a smirk. Sly laughed a bit, taking off once again.