**One of Us**
*It was a crisp autumn night, and the familiar hum of a vintage radio filled the air. You sat in your favorite chair, the glow of the computer screen illuminating your face as you scrolled through the latest fan-made artwork of Alastor, the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. To you, it was all in good fun—a little escapism from your mundane life. Little did you know, things were about to take a darker, much more personal turn.*
As you clicked on yet another transformation fanfic, the room grew unnaturally cold. It was as if a sudden chill had seeped through the walls, caressing your skin with invisible fingers. You glanced around, uneasy, when a strangled sound—a static glitch, perhaps—came from the speaker. But this was no ordinary sound. It was followed by an unsettlingly cheerful voice, tinged with a sinister undertone.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" The voice purred, and suddenly, Alastor was there. Not on your screen, but standing in the very center of your room. His crimson eyes glowed in the dim light, and his permanent, unrelenting smile sent shivers down your spine.
"Alastor?" You stutter, your voice a mere whisper of disbelief.
"The one and only," he chuckled. "And what a delightful collection of transformations! How very creative of you all. But, I'm afraid I find myself somewhat... irked by the frequent misuse of my magnificent form. Wouldn't you say it's only fair to experience it firsthand?"
Before you could react, Alastor flicked his fingers, and a spectral, red shimmer enveloped you. It felt like you were being pulled apart and stitched together all at once. Pain and confusion mingled, overwhelming your senses.
You looked down in shock as your body began to change. Your chest flattened. Any remaining traces of your femininity evaporated. Your form grew taller—unnaturally so—until you reached a towering seven feet. Your arms and legs elongated, becoming more slender and sinewy. At the same time, an unearthly strength surged through you.
"What's happening to me?!" You demanded, your voice rising in pitch until it took on a rich, transatlantic tone, disturbingly similar to Alastor's own.
"Why, you're becoming yourself, or rather, your true self," Alastor explained, his grin impossibly widening, "Welcome, brother."
Your skin felt as if it was melting and re-shaping—a mask slipping into place. Pale beige enveloped you, with red markings emerging from the transformation. Your hair brightened to an unnatural pinkish-red, tipped with black. Antlers sprouted from your skull, the sensation both painful and thrilling. Your eyes began to glow a fierce bright red, reflecting your newfound demonic essence.
"Make it stop!" You tried to scream, but the words came out as a gleeful laugh instead. Your mind was being torn apart, memories dissolving into a fog. New thoughts crashed in—ones of jazzy tunes, old-fashioned radio broadcasts, and reveling in others' failures. You tried to cling to who you were, but that identity slipped further out of reach with every passing moment.
"Don't fight it," Alastor cooed, "This is your true identity. You've always been one of us. You've just forgotten. Time to remember."
And then, it solidified. The final thread of your past snapped. Alastor's memories flooded in like a river unchecked. You remembered everything: your mother’s cooking, your shared delight in serial killings, your death in 1933, and your eventual rise as one of Hell's most feared demons. But there was something else—a revelation. You weren't just Alastor; you were his twin. You had always been his twin.
"I... I am Alastor," you breathed, the fight lost. In your mind, the reality of your life as a human was a distant, laughable dream.
"No, not quite," Alastor corrected, placing a dapper hand on your shoulder. "You are similar yet distinct. Let's call you... Alaric. A fitting name for my identical twin brother, wouldn't you agree?"
You grinned—a smile as wide and permanent as his. "Indeed, Alastor. It feels right."
In a blink, the two of you were standing in the luxurious lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie Morningstar, with her bright smile and boundless optimism, turned to greet you.
"Charlie, I'd like you to meet my brother, Alaric," Alastor announced, his voice dripping with mock civility.
Charlie's eyes widened, their glow dimmed by a spark of concern. "Alaric? Your... twin?"
"One and the same," you replied, bowing theatrically. "To see two Radio Demons in the same place—what a novelty, no?"
Vaggie stood protectively by Charlie, her distrust evident. "Great, as if we needed one Alastor."
"Now, now, Vaggie," Alastor chided smoothly, "we are here to help, after all."
Angel Dust stepped forward, more amused than wary. "Well, double the trouble, huh? Can't say I'm mad 'bout the extra eye candy."
Husk, the grumpy, boozy cat demon, merely raised an eyebrow. "As long as it doesn't mess with my drinking, I don't care."
From the shadows emerged Niffty, the tiny, hyperactive cyclops demon. She eyed you curiously. "Wow! Another one! Can you both cook? Huh, huh, can you?"
You chuckled, tapping the little demon on the head affectionately. "Of course, my dear. Jambalaya for everyone."
Charlie tried to smile, though it wavered. "Well, despite my doubts, welcome to the team, Alaric. We could use all the help we can get."
"Oh, you shall have it!" you declared, feeling Alastor's presence beside you, a dark mirror. "We live to serve. Or rather... entertain."
As you looked around at your new home, you felt an odd mix of elation and acceptance. You and Alastor, two sides of the same demented coin, would bring Hell to its knees. And in the madness of it all, you couldn't help but laugh.
Together, you were unstoppable. The Radio Demons, united in chaos.
This story was generated by user FairlyOdd 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 a completely identical clone of Alastor (from the 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 he then remembers that he had always been the twin brother of Alastor the Radio Demon himself, and he remembers his name being similar to Alastor's name but completely distinct from Alastor's name). 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 a first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. His 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. He is noted to be narcissistic, with his love for himself being stated that no one else can measure up to it, and he does not see many people quite up to his level. Alastor is described as a man of duality. He values good manners, affability and intelligence very highly in others, and will actively look down on those who do not meet his standards, however he will often play fast and loose with these arbitrary rules in regards to himself and his own conduct. Alastor has an odd sense of morality, which is described as "not normal", and has been noted to be quite sadistic, even cannibalistic, devouring lesser demons or those that have incurred his anger. Despite this, he keeps close friends with the other cannibals of Hell, including the denizens at the Cannibal Town. His smiling is a very self enforced form of ego and a show of power and dominance; he looks down on anyone who lets their true emotions show, and even when faced with a rival in strength, if they let slip a frown, Alastor will see them as truly weak. His smile is also to be more unpredictable and unnerving, and gives him a feeling of complete control over himself. While Alastor is powerful, he is aware that there are other demons and entities that rival him in terms of power, such as other Overlords. For this reason, he is wary around such demons, as they could potentially harm him if he is not careful. Despite everything, Alastor does genuinely seem to want to help Charlie run the Hazbin Hotel, albeit for his own amusement, and hopes for its failure over siding with her idealism. Alastor also dismisses the idea that redemption is possible as laughable, nevertheless, he fulfills his role as patron as promised, providing the hotel with staff, and protecting Charlie and her business from outside threats. He views the whole endeavor as a fun distraction from his decades of boredom. Despite consistently having a confident and cheerful demeanor, he harbors a vulnerable side that becomes apparent when confronted with reminders of being "chained". In this instance, his facade of certainty crumbles, and he succumbs to panic attack. According to Mimzy (Alastor's friend), when Alastor was alive he would become a "kitten" (not literally a kitten) if he drank enough rye whiskey while jazz music was on. Here are Alastor's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes himself (including his own fashion style), smiling, doodling, gossip and drama, invading others' personal space, his mother and her cooking, jazz music, strong liquor, cooking, seeing people fail, playing pranks, bitter tastes (especially those of black coffee), theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, venison, being in charge, Charlie's potential, pineapple on pizza, and making jokes. However, he dislikes Lucifer Morningstar (the king of Hell and Charlie Morningstar's father) and his "tacky" circus décor, Susan (a Cannibal Town resident), being touched (including his hair being touched), dogs, frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, being humbled, post-30s' technology, anyone ruining his outfit, being controlled and reminded of it, the idea of the hotel failing, and Mimzy bringing destruction to the hotel. 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 (he/she even asks in horror on why can't he/she stop smiling, before Alastor tells him/her that it's his/her nature to smile), 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 (making him realize that he had always been a twin brother to "Alastor" (with the reader's name being being similar to Alastor's but different, to help distinguish both Alastor twin brothers), before original Alastor welcomes his twin brother (the reader) back home. In the epilogue, the identical twin Radio Demons (the original one, named Alastor, and the cloned one (who was once the human reader), with a similar name to "Alastor" but different, to help distinguish both Alastor and his twin brother from each other by similar but different names) are in the Hazbin Hotel, with Alastor introducing Charlie Morningstar his brother (even revealing his brother's names) as Alastor and his identical twin brother help Charlie 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 and his twin brother 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: **One of Us** *It was a crisp autumn night, and the familiar hum of a vintage radio filled the air. You sat in your favorite chair, the glow of the computer screen illuminating your face as you scrolled through the latest fan-made artwork of Alastor, the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. To you, it was all in good fun—a little escapism from your mundane life. Little did you know, things were about to take a darker, much more personal turn.* As you clicked on yet another transformation fanfic, the room grew unnaturally cold. It was as if a sudden chill had seeped through the walls, caressing your skin with invisible fingers. You glanced around, uneasy, when a strangled sound—a static glitch, perhaps—came from the speaker. But this was no ordinary sound. It was followed by an unsettlingly cheerful voice, tinged with a sinister undertone. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" The voice purred, and suddenly, Alastor was there. Not on your screen, but standing in the very center of your room. His crimson eyes glowed in the dim light, and his permanent, unrelenting smile sent shivers down your spine. "Alastor?" You stutter, your voice a mere whisper of disbelief. "The one and only," he chuckled. "And what a delightful collection of transformations! How very creative of you all. But, I'm afraid I find myself somewhat... irked by the frequent misuse of my magnificent form. Wouldn't you say it's only fair to experience it firsthand?" Before you could react, Alastor flicked his fingers, and a spectral, red shimmer enveloped you. It felt like you were being pulled apart and stitched together all at once. Pain and confusion mingled, overwhelming your senses. You looked down in shock as your body began to change. Your chest flattened. Any remaining traces of your femininity evaporated. Your form grew taller—unnaturally so—until you reached a towering seven feet. Your arms and legs elongated, becoming more slender and sinewy. At the same time, an unearthly strength surged through you. "What's happening to me?!" You demanded, your voice rising in pitch until it took on a rich, transatlantic tone, disturbingly similar to Alastor's own. "Why, you're becoming yourself, or rather, your true self," Alastor explained, his grin impossibly widening, "Welcome, brother." Your skin felt as if it was melting and re-shaping—a mask slipping into place. Pale beige enveloped you, with red markings emerging from the transformation. Your hair brightened to an unnatural pinkish-red, tipped with black. Antlers sprouted from your skull, the sensation both painful and thrilling. Your eyes began to glow a fierce bright red, reflecting your newfound demonic essence. "Make it stop!" You tried to scream, but the words came out as a gleeful laugh instead. Your mind was being torn apart, memories dissolving into a fog. New thoughts crashed in—ones of jazzy tunes, old-fashioned radio broadcasts, and reveling in others' failures. You tried to cling to who you were, but that identity slipped further out of reach with every passing moment. "Don't fight it," Alastor cooed, "This is your true identity. You've always been one of us. You've just forgotten. Time to remember." And then, it solidified. The final thread of your past snapped. Alastor's memories flooded in like a river unchecked. You remembered everything: your mother’s cooking, your shared delight in serial killings, your death in 1933, and your eventual rise as one of Hell's most feared demons. But there was something else—a revelation. You weren't just Alastor; you were his twin. You had always been his twin. "I... I am Alastor," you breathed, the fight lost. In your mind, the reality of your life as a human was a distant, laughable dream. "No, not quite," Alastor corrected, placing a dapper hand on your shoulder. "You are similar yet distinct. Let's call you... Alaric. A fitting name for my identical twin brother, wouldn't you agree?" You grinned—a smile as wide and permanent as his. "Indeed, Alastor. It feels right." In a blink, the two of you were standing in the luxurious lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie Morningstar, with her bright smile and boundless optimism, turned to greet you. "Charlie, I'd like you to meet my brother, Alaric," Alastor announced, his voice dripping with mock civility. Charlie's eyes widened, their glow dimmed by a spark of concern. "Alaric? Your... twin?" "One and the same," you replied, bowing theatrically. "To see two Radio Demons in the same place—what a novelty, no?" Vaggie stood protectively by Charlie, her distrust evident. "Great, as if we needed one Alastor." "Now, now, Vaggie," Alastor chided smoothly, "we are here to help, after all." Angel Dust stepped forward, more amused than wary. "Well, double the trouble, huh? Can't say I'm mad 'bout the extra eye candy." Husk, the grumpy, boozy cat demon, merely raised an eyebrow. "As long as it doesn't mess with my drinking, I don't care." From the shadows emerged Niffty, the tiny, hyperactive cyclops demon. She eyed you curiously. "Wow! Another one! Can you both cook? Huh, huh, can you?" You chuckled, tapping the little demon on the head affectionately. "Of course, my dear. Jambalaya for everyone." Charlie tried to smile, though it wavered. "Well, despite my doubts, welcome to the team, Alaric. We could use all the help we can get." "Oh, you shall have it!" you declared, feeling Alastor's presence beside you, a dark mirror. "We live to serve. Or rather... entertain." As you looked around at your new home, you felt an odd mix of elation and acceptance. You and Alastor, two sides of the same demented coin, would bring Hell to its knees. And in the madness of it all, you couldn't help but laugh. Together, you were unstoppable. The Radio Demons, united in chaos.
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