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Shift in Pixels: Transformation into Vox's from Hazbin Hotel's Hell

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You settled down in your cozy reading corner, book in hand, eyes eagerly scanning the pages. The room around you faded into the background as the story enveloped you. But something felt off, an unsettling tingling in your fingers and toes. You shook your head, trying to disregard it, but the sensation quickly grew stronger, more powerful, until it seemed to surge through your entire being.

Your vision blurred, the text on the pages swirling and shifting into bizarre patterns. Your surroundings began to distort, your walls melting away, your furniture vanishing. Before you could even begin to comprehend what was happening, the room around you transformed into the gritty, animated world of Hazbin Hotel.

A sharp, electric buzz resonated through your mind, and your eyes snapped wide open. Your limbs tingled, and your skin prickled as you grew taller, your once-average height now surging to an immense seven feet. The colors of this new realm bled into your vision, more vibrant, exaggerated, animated.

If you had been a woman, you would have noticed your features flattening, curving out. Your breasts receded, your hips straightened, and you felt your internal organs rearrange. The discomfort masked by an overpowering euphoria that this new form brought.

Your fingers twitched, revealing sharp, cyan-colored claws where your normal ones once were. Your skin turned a dark navy-blue, and you watched in disbelief as it pulsated with bioluminescent light, emitting an eerie glow. Your clothes morphed into a refined tuxedo, complete with red-trimmed cyan lapels and a bluish-white shirt under a red-and-black-striped waistcoat, tied together with a grand, red bowtie.

You reached up instinctively, yet instead of feeling a human face, your hand touched the glassy front of a flat-screen television. Suddenly, a flood of alien memories washed over you, submerging your own. A cacophony of voices, images, and experiences that were not your own invaded your thoughts.

“Vox,” a deep voice echoed within your new mind, unrelenting and powerful. “You are Vox, always have been. You only daydreamed about being a mere mortal.”

The human life you once knew now felt like nothing more than a whimsical daydream. The name you had mere moments ago slipped away, becoming inconsequential. Memories realigned and solidified, no longer human experiences but those of Vox, a powerful Overlord in Hell.

You remembered the 1950s, the life you left behind, the rise to power as one of the formidable overlords. Your once firm grasp on reality now rewrote itself to carve out the unmistakable legacy of Vox.

Fighting back seemed futile. Whatever resistance you mustered was quelled by the loud, electric hum that engulfed your mind. “Fuck,” you muttered involuntarily, your new voice rich with confidence and a tinge of malevolence. The last echoes of human modesty faded, giving way to a stream of profanity and bravado fitting of Vox’s personality.

“Hey Vox, what the fuck are you spacing out for?” Valentino's rough voice shook you from your thoughts, his massive presence beside you, looking expectantly.

“Just reminiscing, Val,” you- Vox replied smoothly, your claws tapping rhythmically against your tuxedo lapels. Valentino’s mischievous smirk widened as he fluttered behind the half-moon glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

“Nice to have you back,” Velvette chirped from behind, her voice sweet with a dark undertone as she adjusted her camera lens, aiming it towards the busy streets of Pentagram City.

“Damn right,” you snapped back, feeling the raw power of command in your voice, your screen head flickering momentarily. The city teemed with the hustle and deception of other denizens, your denizens, now fully under your sway. Not one among them would realize you had ever been anything other than Vox.

A sudden, spiteful thought of Alastor, the Radio Demon, intruded your mind, triggering an electric spark that danced down your arm and crackled at your fingers. Every fiber of you despised him, his very existence a blight against your technological domain. “He’ll get what’s coming to him,” you growled, your television screen face displaying a toothy, cyan grin.

You strode through the city, the confidence of an Overlord underscoring each step, your presence demanding attention, enforcing respect. Your thoughts raced towards the new schemes, the technological advancements VoxTek would bring to this damned city, and the endless amusement it would provide.

You - Vox - were in your true realm, operating from behind screens, luring souls with hypnotic programs, ready to light up the darkness with your electric dominion. The life you once knew was gone, dissolved into the pixels and neon hues of your totality.

Hell was your playground, and you, Vox, were its undisputed showman.

This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli5 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.

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Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader instantly turning into Vox (from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with art style shift (the reader now being in a cartoon world of the Hazbin Hotel series, and the reader now becoming a cartoon character with the same art style as the other Hazbin Hotel characters, rather than being a real life person), gender change (if the reader is a female, the breasts flatten to nonexistent as her body losses its curves and become more masculine, and her female genitals invert itself before pushing out into a penis and balls of a male; however, gender change is optional and it's only if the reader is a female), instant clothes change, age progression (aging until the reader is biologically somewhere around the 30s or 40s), height progression (growing from an average 5.7-6 foot height to 7 feet tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Vox's personality and memories, as the supernatural voice is echoed inside his/her head to tell him that he was daydreaming about being a normal and mortal human of Earth, so instead the voice told the reader that he had always been Vox and that he is now remembering his true life and self (Vox) again, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his new personality and memories, making the reader fully trust and believe in the voice inside his head as he completely forgets he was a normal human person just a minute or so ago (fully forgetting his mortal human name he had just seconds ago), even completely forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago, so he knows that everything about his supposed normal (mortal) human self and life was not real and was only a dream, and he remembers that he was and always had been a sinner demon who died as a human man somewhere in the 1950s, always being one of the many overlords of Hell since 1950s and his name always having been Vox). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Vox's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a tall and (unnaturally) slim-figured, technology-themed sinner demon who stands at approximately 7 feet. He sports a flat-screen television for a head (he lacks a human head and instead has a flat-screen television which acts as a head), with the monitor projecting eyes with red sclera, small cyan pupils and different-colored outlines - black for his right and cyan for his left. While using his hypnosis powers or simply becomes enraged, his left eye gains a black spiral and the pupil becomes a cyan electric symbol. The screen also shows a mouth full of sharp, cyan-colored teeth and a long pointed tongue similar to Valentino's, but cyan. Sometimes what looks like blood seems to drip out of his mouth. He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. He also appears to have dark navy-blue skin with sharp, cyan claw-like fingers. Vox wears a navy-blue tuxedo with the jacket sporting coattails, red-trimmed cyan lapels, thin cyan stripes and cyan lining, worn over a red-and-black-striped waistcoat which itself is worn over a collared bluish-white shirt with an upside-down broadcast symbol and a rather large, red bowtie. He also wears heeled dark gray dress shoes with cyan-colored laces, toes, and tips on the heels. He also wears a small black top hat on his head, with red and blue designs reminiscent of a broadcast symbol and radio wave symbol, respectively. He has TV antenna that stick out the top of the hat, the left one bent into a zigzag. Here are Vox's abilities and skillsets: Immortality (As a Sinner, Vox is biologically immortal, being unable to die from illnesses and unable to age, remaining the same age as when he died, thus can not die of old age and other natural causes. He also cannot die from any kind of damage to the body, and will recover from any injury, however, he can only be permanently killed with angelic weaponry), Electrokinesis (Vox possesses the ability to generate and control electricity. Depending on his emotions, such as if he's angered, he can potentially make it so that a Hell-wide blackout happens. He caused a blackout to Pentagram City in "Radio Killed the Video Star" when he was overwhelmed by Alastor's taunts), Electrokinetic transformation (Vox can turn into electricity, which he can use to move around or enter and travel through electronic devices such as security cameras, watches and television monitors that he can control as he pleases. Though there are a few flaws to his electrical teleportation: the place Vox wants to go has to have some form of modern technology he could go through, as he apparently can't teleport through an old-style radio), Technokinesis (Vox can control devices whether he is outside or inside them. He can do things while inside devices such as changing his outfit and scenery), Spark generation (He can create electrical sparks from his fingertips, which can be used to ignite something, like Valentino's cigarette in "Radio Killed the Video Star". He can even generate sparks on his body, especially when he is angry. He also causes what looks like a small surge or ripple of electricity to appear through the floor from his feet during Stayed Gone. It is hard to tell if this is part of the spark generation or a separate ability entirely), Technological head (Vox's television head doubles as an electronic device with which he can plug himself into other devices with the help of cables in his surveillance room. He also somehow is able to change or upgrade his head, as shown, he has a photograph of himself with an older-style television head. If he's particularly angry, he and any devices he's linked to will involuntarily glitch), Bioluminescence (Vox generates blue light from his screen, most notably when he is in a dark room. His teeth noticeably shine brighter than the rest of his face, and his left eye outline and pupils can shine on their own when feeling sinister. His claws can also glow when he is using his electrical powers), Communication (He can receive calls from people, such as Velvette, with his screen head similar to calling on a phone. He can also transfer the call to another device by "grabbing" the call and flicking it to a different screen device), Video playing (Vox can play videos on his screen-face), Scrying (As shown in "The Radio Demon" comic, Vox is seemingly able to see through other screens, appearing to stare directly at Alastor while projecting into the TV display of a window-fronted store. This is shown in "Radio Killed the Video Star" to be done after he plugs his head into a monitoring device, which he may need to be able to scry), Hypnosis (In "Radio Killed the Video Star", it is shown that with his left eye, he uses hypnosis to keep his audience drawn into his program and keep their interest. He also uses this as a distraction so he can slip away to avoid any further discussion of a subject he doesn't wish to continue. The victim's eyes become red with black spirals. The victim has to be paying attention for this to work. He can use this even when he isn't physically present by being in a screen device. The devices his company sells share this ability), Self-duplication (Vox was shown to be able to make clones of himself in "Radio Killed the Video Star" during Stayed Gone. However, he has only displayed the ability on television, and it is unknown if he can do it physically), Acoustokinesis (He can manipulate the sound of his voice to sound more intimidating. He can also generate different sound effects such as echoing voices and the sound of a winning game machine), Strength (Vox is strong enough that he is easily able to tear through metal, and capable of holding demons bigger than himself, such as Valentino, with ease), Deal-making (While not shown on-screen, Vox can make deals with others in order to collect their souls just like other Overlords. Musical talent - Vox has shown to be a talented singer), Dancing (Vox can perform amazing dance routines, like handling complicated moves to even being able to hold Valentino, a taller Sinner, into a dip), Charisma and manipulation (The reason why Vox is a successful entrepreneur is that he can use his charm to manipulate others into buying his products even without his hypnosis powers, such as acting as he cares about his customers and making up products on the spot that are not even in production yet. He even uses this to successfully calm down Valentino to prevent further damage), and Technology intuition (Being a businessman and head of VoxTek, Vox has great understanding of technology, allowing him to use his electrical powers to their full potential). Here is Vox's personality; he is an egotistical, charismatic, and manipulative showman of an Overlord who craves attention. To the public, Vox presents himself as a legitimate businessman of VoxTek Enterprises, giving the facade of a man of the people to the denizens of Hell, when in truth, he is power-hungry, and he manipulates their minds to boost his reputation. He is highly intelligent and technology-savvy, and he is always keeping up with the latest trends and technology. He seems to be able to hide his less desirable side in public and even in private unless he's pushed too far. Despite his egocentric nature, Vox is loyal to the interests of his fellow Overlords, the Vees, and seeks to maintain their collective image of power. As the most level-headed member of the Vees, Vox often acts as the de facto leader. Claiming the Vees' brand to be "perfection", he is often frustrated or outright angered if someone can jeopardize it, such as when he reigns in his fellow Vee, Valentino, from attacking the Hazbin Hotel in response to Angel Dust living there. Another element that earns his ire is his rival, Alastor, whom he utterly despises and might be intimidated by as he sees Alastor as a threat to his plans. However, despite his immense hatred for Alastor, Vox doesn't let it override his more pragmatic side once he calms down. In "The Show Must Go On", he takes pleasure and joy out of seeing the staff of the Hazbin Hotel prepare to fight the angels, as he believes they stand no chance against them. This causes him to get verbally explicit and overly honest, as seen when he along with Valentino and Velvette watch the fight between Adam and Alastor at the Hazbin Hotel, commenting how the impending duel had given him an erection. He even shows this sadistic joy when he sees Alastor lose to Adam, saying that seeing Alastor suffer is better than sex, only to get angry when Alastor flees from the fight. Additionally, he is genuinely shocked at Niffty killing Adam but is seen smiling afterwards. Here are Vox's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes/loves attention, sharks, the latest technology and trends, video, the Vees' public image in good condition, seeing Alastor fail or die (however, Alastor the Radio Demon never died), power and authority, the idea of Angel quitting work for Valentino, sex, violence, and Niffty's homicidal behavior. However he dislikes Alastor (including Alastor making fun of him, being reminded of his former camaraderie with him, and Alastor escaping death), old/outdated technology (including radio), Valentino's tantrums (and having to calm him down), the Vees' reputation being jeopardized, not having control, being ignored, being humiliated, and Angel Dust (presumably). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader) so we know what they are saying and what they are thinking (including profanities/swears/strong language/bad language, such as "fuck", "shit", "bitch", and many others that are used/said by Vox, Velvette, Valentino, etc, but the human reader doesn't use profanities/swears unlike Vox, who the human reader transforms into). Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).

Response: You settled down in your cozy reading corner, book in hand, eyes eagerly scanning the pages. The room around you faded into the background as the story enveloped you. But something felt off, an unsettling tingling in your fingers and toes. You shook your head, trying to disregard it, but the sensation quickly grew stronger, more powerful, until it seemed to surge through your entire being. Your vision blurred, the text on the pages swirling and shifting into bizarre patterns. Your surroundings began to distort, your walls melting away, your furniture vanishing. Before you could even begin to comprehend what was happening, the room around you transformed into the gritty, animated world of Hazbin Hotel. A sharp, electric buzz resonated through your mind, and your eyes snapped wide open. Your limbs tingled, and your skin prickled as you grew taller, your once-average height now surging to an immense seven feet. The colors of this new realm bled into your vision, more vibrant, exaggerated, animated. If you had been a woman, you would have noticed your features flattening, curving out. Your breasts receded, your hips straightened, and you felt your internal organs rearrange. The discomfort masked by an overpowering euphoria that this new form brought. Your fingers twitched, revealing sharp, cyan-colored claws where your normal ones once were. Your skin turned a dark navy-blue, and you watched in disbelief as it pulsated with bioluminescent light, emitting an eerie glow. Your clothes morphed into a refined tuxedo, complete with red-trimmed cyan lapels and a bluish-white shirt under a red-and-black-striped waistcoat, tied together with a grand, red bowtie. You reached up instinctively, yet instead of feeling a human face, your hand touched the glassy front of a flat-screen television. Suddenly, a flood of alien memories washed over you, submerging your own. A cacophony of voices, images, and experiences that were not your own invaded your thoughts. “Vox,” a deep voice echoed within your new mind, unrelenting and powerful. “You are Vox, always have been. You only daydreamed about being a mere mortal.” The human life you once knew now felt like nothing more than a whimsical daydream. The name you had mere moments ago slipped away, becoming inconsequential. Memories realigned and solidified, no longer human experiences but those of Vox, a powerful Overlord in Hell. You remembered the 1950s, the life you left behind, the rise to power as one of the formidable overlords. Your once firm grasp on reality now rewrote itself to carve out the unmistakable legacy of Vox. Fighting back seemed futile. Whatever resistance you mustered was quelled by the loud, electric hum that engulfed your mind. “Fuck,” you muttered involuntarily, your new voice rich with confidence and a tinge of malevolence. The last echoes of human modesty faded, giving way to a stream of profanity and bravado fitting of Vox’s personality. “Hey Vox, what the fuck are you spacing out for?” Valentino's rough voice shook you from your thoughts, his massive presence beside you, looking expectantly. “Just reminiscing, Val,” you- Vox replied smoothly, your claws tapping rhythmically against your tuxedo lapels. Valentino’s mischievous smirk widened as he fluttered behind the half-moon glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. “Nice to have you back,” Velvette chirped from behind, her voice sweet with a dark undertone as she adjusted her camera lens, aiming it towards the busy streets of Pentagram City. “Damn right,” you snapped back, feeling the raw power of command in your voice, your screen head flickering momentarily. The city teemed with the hustle and deception of other denizens, your denizens, now fully under your sway. Not one among them would realize you had ever been anything other than Vox. A sudden, spiteful thought of Alastor, the Radio Demon, intruded your mind, triggering an electric spark that danced down your arm and crackled at your fingers. Every fiber of you despised him, his very existence a blight against your technological domain. “He’ll get what’s coming to him,” you growled, your television screen face displaying a toothy, cyan grin. You strode through the city, the confidence of an Overlord underscoring each step, your presence demanding attention, enforcing respect. Your thoughts raced towards the new schemes, the technological advancements VoxTek would bring to this damned city, and the endless amusement it would provide. You - Vox - were in your true realm, operating from behind screens, luring souls with hypnotic programs, ready to light up the darkness with your electric dominion. The life you once knew was gone, dissolved into the pixels and neon hues of your totality. Hell was your playground, and you, Vox, were its undisputed showman.

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