The hate chip gets a glitch.

Part 1

The massive mechanical horror of a murder bird stood before the last of a long line of thieves. Moral enemies, maybe less so on one part. They were bound to kill each other, today had been decided that only one of them was going to walk out of here. Unfortunately fate's plan was dismissed in favor of a new idea. A cane swung to blow the robotic owl. Causing more damage on the inside than the outside. The only keeping this abomination to all live alive had been damaged but functional despite one small glitch. Something I will name the "Love Bug."

Yellow eyes that had haunted the Cooper legacy turned back to the source of damage, cold calculating hatrage twisted in New and Horrific Ways™. Something that shocked and shook the noble and moral thief deeply enough to shake off that mask. The one he had been using to stop being that terrified child in the closet. A Massive, Metal, claw pinned the raccoon to the ground, it's owner taking the time to closely study his pray. The mammal was frozen, sure beyond all doubt that his fate would be his father's but with no one to carry on after him. Instead, the murder bird started to check his fur for insects.

As birds often do to mammals to display friendship and affection.

There was no bugs, causing the murder machine to nuzzle the smaller man. In that horror show of a voice, the monster cooed softly, "Tiny Raccoon. Soft and warm. I forgot how warm bodies of flesh are. And so very fragile. Cooper~♥ Cooper~♥♪" The young man joked to regain his mask, "Did I knock a screw loose in your head, Buddy?" Clorkwerk gently head butt him as if a cat trying to ask for affection. The metallic monster assured, "My hardware is perfect working conditions, Sly Cooper." Sly Cooper gave a doubtful look, sneaking the last pages away while the bag of bolts was distracted with whatever this is.

Sly commented, "I'm sorry but I'm not exactly interested in a relationship with the monster that murdered my parents in front of me." The silvery owl recounted fondly, "Ah yes, your father. He was truly a worthy addition to the Cooper bloodline... Truly a shame he died." That hit a nerve. The raccoon fumed, "You KILLED him!" The metal bird nodded a little bit, then quickly returning to trying to find a way to lay on the smaller man without crushing him to death. Fortunately, Bentley and Murray appeared to save their best friend. Not having a plan but wanting to save their friend, the two tried hitting it with everything they got.

Which mostly meant that Bentley shot from home base and Murray tried to punch the metal death machine.

Of course, one doesn't get to live generations upon generations by sitting like a duck when under fire. The horror took care to keep his prey out of harm's way as he darted to the skies. The turtle stopped all fire, seeing his friend and brother at risk of crossfire. They stood, in helpless stalemate as Sly and Clorkwerk disappeared into the night. The two sidekicks and equals readied the van for a trip, determined to find and save the hero. Regardless of fear or danger, nothing could stop them.

The blue dress man watched the ground below as the sun rose, he sighed, "Can you let me down?" The giant robot kept flying. The murderer denied that request, "I have to make sure you are somewhere safe before I can do that, Cooper. I cannot risk the tiny raccoon being harmed." Cold and calculated even if the hate switch was flipped to love. While Sly Cooper couldn't be called the smarter person on his team, he puzzled together a loose idea of what was going on. Then used it to his advantage, "But I'll surely die without my friends. Don't you care about my little bitty heart breaking?" The cold machine paused, gliding downwards.

The giant owl hid as he explained, "You may call your... "Friends" but I will watching. Always watching you, my little raccoon." Hahaha, his attempts at affection are deeply troubling. Now you might be wondering how a building sized, mechanic, bird would hide in a urban area. Well he had been hiding well enough to never be spotted by generations of master thieves until it was too late for them, so I assume the same way all crypids do. Surprisingly easily. The young adult tried his best to ignore his childhood nightmares attempts to be protective and went to a nearby payphone.

A silvery wing lightly touched his shoulder and face, retracting as the hateful machine disappeared.

The masked man shaked with a deep chill, waiting for the other side of his call to pick up. Today wasn't exactly what he expected in his life long revenge plot but he wasn't dead. That was something extremely rare considering the history of his family in regards of mechanical owls. That was something he accomplished that nobody before in his bloodline had achieved. Even if it was by strange luck it was done... And because said mechanical owl was trying court and probably mate him. Computers are, surprise, surprise, just as likely to break and glitch as any machine.

Now to find a way to ignore that feeling of someone far away watching and trying to undress him with their eyes.

Creepy, old, machine, men... Being creeps.

The End.. Unless I decide not to.