a red pikmin topped with a single brittle leaf climbs clumsily up a long-abandoned desk, hefting its prize proudly into sheila's field of view... a single rusty bottle cap.
at first, she thinks she's simply overtired. she had been sitting at her little dilapidated desk in the corner of her tent for a while now, fiddling away trying to repair a busted circuit in her pipboy, when something moving and red snagged her attention... only for her to double take at it.
it couldn't be a bug, surely... it was too bi-pedal for that. and the leaf ( why does it have a leaf? ) was too plant looking for it to be a bastardised leaf insect... a mutant, maybe? albeit a very small, bottlecap carrying one?
" hey, lil' guy, " sheila murmurs, ducking her head low enough to be at eye level with this little... creature. " what'cha doing? "
