Later... Much...
Level 1: N. Sane Beach
Coco awoke to the spray of the ocean, hearing the waves crash (pun unintended) onto the shoreline. The sand was matted against the side her face as she lay there. She slowly got up on all fours before standing upright like a human. She had on denim overalls that must have snagged on one buckle when she washed ashore. Beneath this was a white t-shirt and tennis shoes. Her blond hair and orange fur shone in the midday sunlight, and the breeze blew around her exposed face and a flower she picked up and put into her golden locks.
...and yet she had no idea how she had gotten there. She could not think of why she could stand, wear clothes, or even be aware of the fact that she could not remember who she was, let alone that she could even be aware o such cognitive things in the first place.
*Squeak!*
She gasped at the sign of distress.
Another mammal similar to her was caught in something... Unseen.
Coco realized that whatever this thing was that she had become, this creature is more along the lines of what she use to be... what part of her wanted to return to being. This stress of realization and self awareness was felt overwhelming to her.
Right now though she needed to help this poor defenseless creature. Unlike the rest of the surrounding wildlife, this seemed completely vulnerable and made no effort to move or attack as she neared or even touched it.
Then... she felt it... entrapment.
After moving out so far, she found that some unknown invisible force was keeping her pushed back no matter how she moved in that direction.
*squeak squeak!*
This creature had somehow gotten caught in this when it appeared she surmised. Ugh! Coco hated thinking like this right now. Oh, how she missed simply being present in existence, but right now her mental abilities were the only thing that could possibly save this life-form. Coco felt an urge of responsibility to use her "powers" to help for the sake of purely being good, and that was surprisingly enough for her.
Something watched her as she worked, from a plane of existence unseeable...
Coco found soon that she could not push or pull the animal without hurting it or causing pain. She deduced this and began thinking of alternatives. She tried forward and back. Se couldn't move it up against the force. Left or right would not work. So... DOWN!
Coco began to dig, allthewhile guiding the force to push it out away from the enclosed space.
*pop!*
The critter lept out of thr sand on the kther side and began to run, only stopping briefly to see its' rescuer still trapped on the other side. Coco motioned for it onward. "Go," she thought "run away! Get yourself as far away from this horrible place as you possibly can!" She sighed. "I wish I could..."
"What's stoppin ya?"
The bandicoot freaked as she heard the voice responding to her cognitive thought, spinning around to meet it headon. Or rather... face to face... if this floating mask could be considered a face at all.