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"Dual Deception: Alastor's Doppelganger"

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You were sitting at your desk, taking a break from browsing the internet. Your attention waned from one tab to another, and soon enough you found yourself on a website dedicated to fan art and fan fiction. Intrigued by the vast array of creative works, you couldn't help but delve into stories about your favorite characters. One figure, in particular, seemed to be a common subject—Alastor, the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel.

Scrolling past countless depictions of Alastor transformed into a variety of other characters and objects, you finally found yourself pausing in confusion.

"These...these are bizarre," you murmured to yourself, a frown forming on your face.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of scarlet eyes peered at the screen from beyond your reality. The Radio Demon himself found these iterations of him distasteful, and his usual broad smile twitched slightly with irritation.

"Enough is enough," Alastor muttered to himself. "Time to teach them a lesson they won’t soon forget. How about I step out from Hell just for a moment?"

You suddenly felt a chill run down your spine, your surroundings plunged into an eerie silence. Before you could react, a shadowy portal swirled into existence behind you. Scarlet eyes met yours through the mirror on your wall, and Alastor stepped through the portal with a genteel grin that sent shivers down your spine.

"Hello there," he drawled, his voice echoing oddly like it was broadcasted from an old-fashioned radio.

Terrified, you scrambled to your feet, but Alastor’s cane slammed down against the floor, causing a red glow to spread around the room. You felt an unbearable pressure grip your body, forcing you back into your chair.

“What’s going on?!” you cried out, your voice strained from sheer panic.

“Oh my dear, dear reader,” Alastor chuckled darkly. “You seem to enjoy stories of transformation, do you not? How about you walk a mile in my shoes—or rather, become me entirely.” His grin widened impossibly, revealing rows of sharp, yellowed teeth.

Before you could muster a response, the magic enveloped you like an inescapable net. Your limbs felt odd, your skin tingling as if electrified. Looking down, you watched in horror as your entire body began to elongate and reshape.

"No, no, no!" you thought desperately, the voice in your head becoming frantic as you realized what was happening. Despite all your mental efforts to resist, your memories began to blur, then unravel entirely.

Your reflection in the mirror—once familiar—morphed into an unfamiliar yet undeniably imposing form, each detail meticulously mirroring the devious demon in front of you. Beige skin replaced your own, two antlers protruded from your head, and a wide, sinister smile was permanently etched on your new face, framed by red hair tipped in black. The clothing transformation felt equally surreal; your everyday attire contorting into a pinstripe coat, sharp dress pants, and polished boots that left red hoofprints with every dreaded step you took.

"Stop...this..." you tried to command through gritted teeth, but it barely emerged as more than a faltering whisper.

Alastor’s laughter filled your ears like a dreadful melody. “Why resist, my dear? Your fate is sealed. You’re me now, in every way that counts!”

As your new height reached an imposing seven feet and your voice warped to sound like it came through a vintage radio, everything that once defined you—the memories, the experiences, the very essence of your personality—dissolved into nothingness. An overwhelming flood of new memories overtook you—vivid recollections of a past life in the 1930s, your rise as the Radio Demon after death, and your insatiable hunger for chaos and control.

"... Alastor?" You whispered, but it was no longer you who spoke. It was him.

With an imperious laugh, the original Alastor clapped his hands. “Ah, brother! Welcome to your new life!” He extended a hand, and you—no, the new Alastor—accepted it with a confident grip.

"Let's spread some real chaos together," you said, your new voice filled with mischief and malice.

There was no escape, no remnant of your former self. Your past life was completely obliterated, leaving only Alastor the Radio Demon, now doubled in Hell, to reign over its inhabitants with twice the cunning, twice the power, and twice the wrath.

The residents of Hell would soon discover that they had twice the reason to be very, very afraid.

This story was generated by user MorningstarSon 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.

AI Prompts

Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change (becoming the age of 30s-40s years old, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, becoming immortal in the process), height progression (growing from a normal height to 7 feet tall), voice change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulders are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has an unnaturally broad smile (reaching from each cheek's upper area) full of sharp, yellow teeth (he has no ability to frown due to this permanent smile). He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoof-toed feet and red clawed fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. His voice also sounds like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio. Alastor has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form), flexibility (able to contort his body into numerous unnatural poses), demonic magic (able to cast magic thanks to the high power-level he has accrued in the demon ranking system, this magic takes the visual form of glowing red symbols that resemble Voodoo veve, which float around him), shadow manipulation (able to summon shadows and manipulate them into doing his bidding), spatial warping (able to get around with the help of his shadow, allowing teleportation through this ability), portal creation (able to transport others to his location easily via the portals he makes), pyrokinesis (able to summon small balls of fire for display purpose), phytokinesis (able to make plants wilt with a single stare), manifestation, photokinesis (able to project red glowing light from his eyes as well as his microphone), and outfit alteration (capable of changing the outfits of his targets as well as his own with a snap of a finger). He is also capable of various other abilities including deal-making (as Alastor is known to be a deal-maker demon; deal-maker demons like Alastor can increase their power by dealing in souls, which is a very powerful commodity in hell, so they’re seen as very manipulative and not to be toyed with, deal-making is not something every demon can do, as such it is not to be taken lightly as it doesn’t generally work out well for the other party), broadcasting (when he was a living human, Alastor's profession was as a radio show host, and he continues his broadcasts in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him the title of "The Radio Demon"), bilingualism (Alastor can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (Alastor is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his mother's cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (Alastor is known to display moderate vocal abilities and excels at dancing, with some people noting tap to be a style he excels in specifically, he also shows a flair for theatrical showmanship), and wide intellect (Alastor is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives the first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. Alastor's behavior, mannerisms, and even his voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell. What finally annoyed him is seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series, such as a story with Alastor becoming May from Pokemon, a story with Alastor becoming an inanimate car, a story with Alastor becoming an ant queen, a comic with Alastor becoming Helsa von Eldritch (also from the Hazbin Hotel series), a comic with Alastor becoming Katie Killjoy (also from the Hazbin Hotel series), and many more), which he is getting sick and tired of and he views these stories and artwork as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clones, thus turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. 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 were sitting at your desk, taking a break from browsing the internet. Your attention waned from one tab to another, and soon enough you found yourself on a website dedicated to fan art and fan fiction. Intrigued by the vast array of creative works, you couldn't help but delve into stories about your favorite characters. One figure, in particular, seemed to be a common subject—Alastor, the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. Scrolling past countless depictions of Alastor transformed into a variety of other characters and objects, you finally found yourself pausing in confusion. "These...these are bizarre," you murmured to yourself, a frown forming on your face. Unbeknownst to you, a pair of scarlet eyes peered at the screen from beyond your reality. The Radio Demon himself found these iterations of him distasteful, and his usual broad smile twitched slightly with irritation. "Enough is enough," Alastor muttered to himself. "Time to teach them a lesson they won’t soon forget. How about I step out from Hell just for a moment?" You suddenly felt a chill run down your spine, your surroundings plunged into an eerie silence. Before you could react, a shadowy portal swirled into existence behind you. Scarlet eyes met yours through the mirror on your wall, and Alastor stepped through the portal with a genteel grin that sent shivers down your spine. "Hello there," he drawled, his voice echoing oddly like it was broadcasted from an old-fashioned radio. Terrified, you scrambled to your feet, but Alastor’s cane slammed down against the floor, causing a red glow to spread around the room. You felt an unbearable pressure grip your body, forcing you back into your chair. “What’s going on?!” you cried out, your voice strained from sheer panic. “Oh my dear, dear reader,” Alastor chuckled darkly. “You seem to enjoy stories of transformation, do you not? How about you walk a mile in my shoes—or rather, become me entirely.” His grin widened impossibly, revealing rows of sharp, yellowed teeth. Before you could muster a response, the magic enveloped you like an inescapable net. Your limbs felt odd, your skin tingling as if electrified. Looking down, you watched in horror as your entire body began to elongate and reshape. "No, no, no!" you thought desperately, the voice in your head becoming frantic as you realized what was happening. Despite all your mental efforts to resist, your memories began to blur, then unravel entirely. Your reflection in the mirror—once familiar—morphed into an unfamiliar yet undeniably imposing form, each detail meticulously mirroring the devious demon in front of you. Beige skin replaced your own, two antlers protruded from your head, and a wide, sinister smile was permanently etched on your new face, framed by red hair tipped in black. The clothing transformation felt equally surreal; your everyday attire contorting into a pinstripe coat, sharp dress pants, and polished boots that left red hoofprints with every dreaded step you took. "Stop...this..." you tried to command through gritted teeth, but it barely emerged as more than a faltering whisper. Alastor’s laughter filled your ears like a dreadful melody. “Why resist, my dear? Your fate is sealed. You’re me now, in every way that counts!” As your new height reached an imposing seven feet and your voice warped to sound like it came through a vintage radio, everything that once defined you—the memories, the experiences, the very essence of your personality—dissolved into nothingness. An overwhelming flood of new memories overtook you—vivid recollections of a past life in the 1930s, your rise as the Radio Demon after death, and your insatiable hunger for chaos and control. "... Alastor?" You whispered, but it was no longer you who spoke. It was him. With an imperious laugh, the original Alastor clapped his hands. “Ah, brother! Welcome to your new life!” He extended a hand, and you—no, the new Alastor—accepted it with a confident grip. "Let's spread some real chaos together," you said, your new voice filled with mischief and malice. There was no escape, no remnant of your former self. Your past life was completely obliterated, leaving only Alastor the Radio Demon, now doubled in Hell, to reign over its inhabitants with twice the cunning, twice the power, and twice the wrath. The residents of Hell would soon discover that they had twice the reason to be very, very afraid.

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