Chapter Text
Someone is running, they dive behind a dumpster. Her name, is Pandora. And she startles a kid who was hiding there.
The kid turns to look at her and they've got the most unnerving bright yellow eyes, almost like a hawk's, or an eagle's.
“Shhh kid, the name’s Pandora, mind if I crash here."
The kid growled, “I guess not.”
“Thanks kid,” there was a beat of silence, “So, what’s your name?”
“I am subject B083,” they respond, robotically.
Pandora sighed, “That’s not a name kid.”
Their brow furrowed, “Oh . . . then I don’t have one.”
To take his mind off the subject, she says, “How ‘bout I tell you a story* kid,” she grinned.
The kid tentatively smiled back.