Coco Bandicoot hasn’t been very social as of late, saying she has been working on some secret device to make herself just as strong as Crash Bandicoot if not stronger. She worked tirelessly for years now, chipping away at her sanity as isolation bathed her mind. She soon made the grave and desperate error of asking for the evil Doctor Neo Cortex for help, and he gave her this strange helmet with an antenna and glowing cyan goggles. As Coco placed it upon her head, she felt euphoria, so very calmed. It became like a drug, she would begin refusing to take it off, becoming more aggressive when someone suggested she removed it.

However, the device on her head was also mutating her body, making her stronger like she wanted, but more beast-like… her body increased in size, doubling Crash’s height, her fur grew more puffy and unkept, her fingers and feet mutated into sharp claws, her clothes began ripping and tearing and she stopped replacing them, leaving her in a ruined state, her ears became predator-like, raised and moving around, and her teeth had become monstrous upon opening her mouth.

At first Coco was horrified of her rapid mutation that was only going to get worse, but she couldn’t remove the device from her head, both physically and mentally. It was stuck to her head as her body had grown, making it too tight for removal. And she didn’t even want to remove it, slowly accepting and seeing the pros of this new body.

However, it wasn’t long before the device affected her more mentally. Her mental state was rapidly declining. It started with her mathematics skills decreasing, then her vocabulary and grammar devolving, and soon enough, she sounds straight up wild, a frenzy of aggressive growls and snarls.

You decided to check up on her, as it’s been a long time. As you enter house Bandicoot, you knew Crash was out doing things but Coco was nowhere to be found. You went into the basement where you saw the now crazed and animalistic Coco itch her head like a puppy, feeling mild discomfort with the tight device strapped to her head and mutating her.

Grrrr… go… way! (Snarl) eat you… I will… (growl) want… more flesh… I mean… meat…

You look to your right, to your horror you see a pile of dead animal flesh and you look to her unstable and almost ashamed lips, seeing the blood slathered on her mouth and claws.

I… sorry… had to… wanted… flesh… I mean meat… so bad…

She suddenly began to drool and the cyan goggles glowed as she grew a few inches taller, her claws and teeth growing more prominent, and her fur growing more puffy and unkept as her clothes tore even more.

Y-you… look… t-tasty… come… come here… now…