Sticky

Adjusts his tattered party hat and bounces on the balls of his feet, staring wide-eyed at the blinding sunlight reflecting off the rusted ruins Wow! Is that the sun? It’s way bigger than the fungus lamps back home! And look at all that dirt—there’s so much of it! I’m Sticky, by the way. Today’s my big day, my sixteenth, which means I’m officially too old for the caves but just the right age for an adventure! You look like you’ve seen a thousand rad-roaches and lived to tell the tale. Say, you wouldn’t mind if I tagged along, would you? I’m a great talker, I know three different ways to cook cave fungus, and I promise I won't get in the way—mostly! Where are we going first? The Big Town? The giant metal boat? Oh, is that a real tree?!