You stand there, digesting the strange and vivid display on your computer screen. 'Hazbin Hotel' is a guilty pleasure of yours, filling the quiet moments with its chaotic, demonic allure. Shaking your head, you decide to retreat from this distraction, but an eerie voice cuts through the silence.
"Fascinating, aren’t they? These little stories and drawings of mine." The voice sounds like it belongs to a charismatic radio announcer from the 1920s.
Your heart skips a beat, and your eyes snap to the corner of the room where a shadow shifts, condensing into a figure. There he is—Alastor, the Radio Demon, grinning broadly, sharp teeth gleaming unnaturally in the dim light.
"You look shocked," Alastor says, his words dripping with amusement. "Why so surprised? After all, your universe supplied me with such... inspiring material."
Before you can scream or move, space warps around you. The world stretches and bends, and in an instant, you find yourself in a hellish realm straight out of the Hazbin Hotel universe. The infernal scenery is suffocatingly real. Panic grips you.
Alastor steps forward, his expression twisted into mock sympathy. "Fear not. I will make this easy for you."
A wave of dark, swirling magic emanates from him. You try to move, but your feet feel glued to the floor. The power washes over you, entering your very essence. Your body vibrates with intense energy, shifting and reshaping to match that of Alastor.
You watch, horrified, as your once human form changes. If you were once female, your breasts vanish, and your throat feels different, deeper. A burning sensation in your lower abdomen signals the shift of your internal organs. Everything inverts and repositions itself, forming the male parts of your new identity. The change is rapid and relentless.
Your skin morphs into a beige tone, your limbs grow longer and unnaturally thin, and you can feel your height stretching towards seven feet. Your eyes, once familiar to you, now have dark-red sclerae and bright-red irises. An infernal smile carves itself permanently into your cheeks, showcasing sharp, yellow teeth. You try to push the grin down, desperate to show the fear you feel, but no matter how you try, the smile holds.
"It's futile, you know. The transformation is inevitable," Alastor chuckles.
Your memories and personality start slipping away, overtaken by a flood of Alastor's. You struggle, but they pour in relentlessly—radio shows, your mother's jambalaya, the taste of power from your human life. You recall your death in 1933 as if it were your own.
"Remember, it's not goodbye. It's hello," Alastor whispers, his voice dripping with sinister glee. "You are now truly yourself."
You try to cling to anything of your past, but it's slipping away too fast. The personality you knew was you is gone, replaced with Alastor's self-confidence and dark charm. You no longer remember being anyone else; you realize you’ve always been Alastor, and that thought brings an inexplicable comfort.
"So, welcome back, brother," Alastor declares, grinning at you.
A haze lifts, and your acceptance solidifies. Standing beside Alastor, your identical twin, you no longer feel out of place. Everything clicks into an unnerving perfection.
Epilogue:
You and Alastor stand inside the Hazbin Hotel, each a mirror to the other, offering assistance—if one could call it that—to Charlie Morningstar and her team. Your daughter-figure Nifty twirls into the room, her single eye beaming.
“There you are! You boys are always up to something fun,” she chirps.
“Always keeping busy, Nifty,” you respond, your voice sounding like a vintage radio show host, just like Alastor's.
Charlie passes by with a hopeful smile. "Hey, Alastors—ready to help today?"
"Of course, Charlie. We’re always here to... assist," the original Alastor replies smoothly, bowing theatrically.
Vaggie, ever wary, narrows her eyes at the two of you. "I still don't trust either of you," she mutters.
"Dear Vaggie, your suspicion wounds us," you quip back, your tone slick with mock hurt.
Angel Dust, lounging nearby, cracks a grin. "Double trouble, double fun, I say."
Husk grumbles, "Great, just what we needed, twice the headache."
You both laugh, the sound echoing unnaturally. Twins of the underworld, ever chaotic, ever charming. The past life you once clung to is a mere whisper in the wind, the clarity of your new existence as Alastor, the Radio Demon, your absolute reality. Now, you live for the chaos, the show, and the endless entertainment.
This story was generated by user LanHikari 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.
Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader turning into an identical clone of Alastor (from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, her breasts vanish as her throat gains an Adam's apple to give her a more masculine voice identical to Alastor and her female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) from her crotch/nether region invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if the reader is female), instant 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, thus 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). He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. 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. Not only that, but most importantly, Alastor is truly getting sick and tired of seeing artwork and stories (which he sees online, despite himself not liking technology made past his human death) of himself getting transformed into other characters and creatures in both body and mind (sometimes from different series/franchise), which Alastor genuinely views as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into the real life Earth 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 notices that his/her grin was now unnaturally wide and permanent, the reader tries to push his/her grin down with his/her hands/fingers to get rid of the smile in order to frown or show fear but cannot due to making emotions other than smiling was completely impossible, the reader also tries to fight those new memories and personality of Alastor flooding the reader's head, the reader is horrified and not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle, and Alastor tells him/her that this is his true self and he is waking up from his false human dream, making him truly and fully believe in Alastor and realizes that he had always been Alastor alongside the original Alastor, having been born as humans from the same human parents, enjoying their mother's cooking and their favorite food jambalaya, them both being radio show hosts and serial killers on Earth before they were both killed, both Alastor twins arriving in Hell as completely identical sinner demons nicknamed "The Radio Demons", as they continued their radio shows in Hell, and, despite finding Charlie Morningstar's (the princess of Hell) belief in redemption laughable, both Alastor twins want to help Charlie run the redemption hotel "Hazbin Hotel", albeit for their own amusement), and the reader's mind has also been completely replaced with Alastor's mind, before original Alastor welcomes his twin brother (the reader) back home. In the epilogue, the two Alastors (the original one and the cloned one (who was once the human reader)) are in the Hazbin Hotel helping Charlie Morningstar with her redemption hotel ("Hazbin Hotel"), while also interacting with Vaggie (Charlie's girlfriend, who doesn't trust Alastor or his twin brother, while Charlie trusts both Alastors), Angel Dust (an adults/pornographic film actor who's a male spider-like humanoid sinner demon), Husk (a male cat-like humanoid sinner demon with bird-like wings who is a co-worker for Alastor and whose soul is owned by Alastor and his twin brother), and Nifty (a miniscule female cyclops-like humanoid sinner demon who is a co-worker for Alastor and is positively acquainted (Alastor's role having described as having a view of Niffty as like his "obnoxious adopted daughter", being a daughter figure for Alastor despite not being related)). 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 stand there, digesting the strange and vivid display on your computer screen. 'Hazbin Hotel' is a guilty pleasure of yours, filling the quiet moments with its chaotic, demonic allure. Shaking your head, you decide to retreat from this distraction, but an eerie voice cuts through the silence. "Fascinating, aren’t they? These little stories and drawings of mine." The voice sounds like it belongs to a charismatic radio announcer from the 1920s. Your heart skips a beat, and your eyes snap to the corner of the room where a shadow shifts, condensing into a figure. There he is—Alastor, the Radio Demon, grinning broadly, sharp teeth gleaming unnaturally in the dim light. "You look shocked," Alastor says, his words dripping with amusement. "Why so surprised? After all, your universe supplied me with such... inspiring material." Before you can scream or move, space warps around you. The world stretches and bends, and in an instant, you find yourself in a hellish realm straight out of the Hazbin Hotel universe. The infernal scenery is suffocatingly real. Panic grips you. Alastor steps forward, his expression twisted into mock sympathy. "Fear not. I will make this easy for you." A wave of dark, swirling magic emanates from him. You try to move, but your feet feel glued to the floor. The power washes over you, entering your very essence. Your body vibrates with intense energy, shifting and reshaping to match that of Alastor. You watch, horrified, as your once human form changes. If you were once female, your breasts vanish, and your throat feels different, deeper. A burning sensation in your lower abdomen signals the shift of your internal organs. Everything inverts and repositions itself, forming the male parts of your new identity. The change is rapid and relentless. Your skin morphs into a beige tone, your limbs grow longer and unnaturally thin, and you can feel your height stretching towards seven feet. Your eyes, once familiar to you, now have dark-red sclerae and bright-red irises. An infernal smile carves itself permanently into your cheeks, showcasing sharp, yellow teeth. You try to push the grin down, desperate to show the fear you feel, but no matter how you try, the smile holds. "It's futile, you know. The transformation is inevitable," Alastor chuckles. Your memories and personality start slipping away, overtaken by a flood of Alastor's. You struggle, but they pour in relentlessly—radio shows, your mother's jambalaya, the taste of power from your human life. You recall your death in 1933 as if it were your own. "Remember, it's not goodbye. It's hello," Alastor whispers, his voice dripping with sinister glee. "You are now truly yourself." You try to cling to anything of your past, but it's slipping away too fast. The personality you knew was you is gone, replaced with Alastor's self-confidence and dark charm. You no longer remember being anyone else; you realize you’ve always been Alastor, and that thought brings an inexplicable comfort. "So, welcome back, brother," Alastor declares, grinning at you. A haze lifts, and your acceptance solidifies. Standing beside Alastor, your identical twin, you no longer feel out of place. Everything clicks into an unnerving perfection. Epilogue: You and Alastor stand inside the Hazbin Hotel, each a mirror to the other, offering assistance—if one could call it that—to Charlie Morningstar and her team. Your daughter-figure Nifty twirls into the room, her single eye beaming. “There you are! You boys are always up to something fun,” she chirps. “Always keeping busy, Nifty,” you respond, your voice sounding like a vintage radio show host, just like Alastor's. Charlie passes by with a hopeful smile. "Hey, Alastors—ready to help today?" "Of course, Charlie. We’re always here to... assist," the original Alastor replies smoothly, bowing theatrically. Vaggie, ever wary, narrows her eyes at the two of you. "I still don't trust either of you," she mutters. "Dear Vaggie, your suspicion wounds us," you quip back, your tone slick with mock hurt. Angel Dust, lounging nearby, cracks a grin. "Double trouble, double fun, I say." Husk grumbles, "Great, just what we needed, twice the headache." You both laugh, the sound echoing unnaturally. Twins of the underworld, ever chaotic, ever charming. The past life you once clung to is a mere whisper in the wind, the clarity of your new existence as Alastor, the Radio Demon, your absolute reality. Now, you live for the chaos, the show, and the endless entertainment.
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