A/N: Helllllo… welcome to my world. WAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!

Responses!

JoJo: waio! Thank you. Here's the "more"

Starlight: To be honest, I didn't really think about ages till this chapter. In this she's five. In the first one, she was either almost five, or just barely five.

Audrey A: Well, Pandora gets spoiled because the Mero gives her stuff to make her shut up.

Stormhawk: I like to be silly, so expect funny stuff.

Tashilover: or sarcastic… or just stupid. lol…

Charon: Why thank you.

D/C: Pandora is mine. Everbody else… *sniff* not mine.

Pandora the Brave

Chapter 2

Eleven 'o clock:

"Two?" a sleepy little girl rubbed her eyes and asked, tugging slightly on a tall, pale man's coat.

"What is it, weasel?" Two replied, trying to pretend as if the midget was not annoying him.

"I wanna cookie."

One turned around and said, "So what?"

The girl repeated herself stubbornly and squeezed her teddy into her crossed arms, "I wanna cookie. Please." She said 'please' as if it were some detestable word that she resented pronouncing.

"No. It's eleven 'o clock at night. No sweets," Two said.

"I don't care. I want a cookie."

One said, "Well you can't have one 'cause you should be asleep. Now go back to bed."

She stamped her foot, "No! I want a cookie and I want it now!"

Two knelt in front of her and held her shoulders, looking into her eyes. "Now, little one," he said, putting on his best fatherly tone, "there was a time when you could have had a cookie, but now is the time for sleeping. You need to go to bed right now, otherwise, I'm going to have to get your mother." Two stood up, feeling that he had done a fairly decent job explaining "no cookie" to the little girl.

However, the little girl was of the cunning type, and she heard the clacking of heels that meant that her mother was coming down the hall. She screamed, "I wanna cookie, dammit!" and kicked Two in the shin.

He yelped and clutched his leg.

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Persephone sauntered through the hallway. Little Pandora had been put to bed nearly two hours ago, so the mansion had become rather quiet. Persephone planned to lounge on a balcony or crash one of her husband's parties.

"I wanna cookie, dammit!" echoed through the halls.

That was her daughter's voice. That was her five-year-old daughter's voice cursing. Cursing! She would maim whichever one of her husband's little goons taught her that word.

She sprinted down the hall as fast as her but-hugging, skin-tight dress would allow, which technically didn't count as a sprint as much as a strange shuffle.

The first thing that she saw was her daughter glowering sullenly at the twin ghosts, one of whom was hopping in place, clutching his shin. The other was smirking, obviously entertained by the fact that his brother had just been kicked by a five-year-old.

"Who taught you that word?" Persephone demanded of her daughter.

Without hesitating, the girl pointed at One and, glaring, said, "He did."

"What could possibly compel you to teach an innocent, sweet little angel such as Pandora such foul, vulgar language?!" Persephone shouted.

Two muttered, "Hardly an angel," as he rubbed his injured shin.

"What was that!"

"We didn't teach her anything," declared One. "Just 'cause she picks stuff up easily"

"Doesn't mean it's our fault," continued Two. "You should talk to your husband"

"About the shit he says in front of that girl," One finished.

"I have a name, too, you know!" Pandora interjected.

"Who cares?" said One.

Two continued, "Besides, 'dammit'"

"Is not one of our preferred words"

"If you know what we mean," said Two.

"I don't care!" screeched Persephone. "I want my daughter to have a clean mouth and a refined character!"

"I still want a cookie," Pandora said.

The adults were still arguing over whose fault was the cursing child. She had screamed 'dammit' because she thought that her mother would give her a cookie to "console" her for the mean boys, but so far, she had not paid much attention to her.

Pandora, wily child that she was, decided to test how much attention the adults were paying her.

"Can I have a gun?"

Persephone said, "No," in the middle of another sentence before saying, "Look how you've corrupted her! The child wants a gun now!"

By this time, Pandora was fuming. "Can I have a flame-thrower then?" she asked.

This time, Two was the one who told her that she could not have her wish.

"Maybe I could have a knife?" she asked.

One answered her, "No, we are the ones who get knives, not you."

This enraged Pandora, but she put on her sweetest face and asked, "How about a cookie?"

All three adults turned away from their fight and shouted, "NO!"

Pandora shrieked, shattering the nearest light bulb, and ran back to her bedroom, where she slammed the door and locked it.

~MnI~

I hope you liked it. Oh, and the brave in the title comes in later. I promise she'll only be a brat for maybe, four or so more chapters.