### The Cybertrons' Ascendancy
**Chapter 1: A Plea for Help**
In the heart of Hell, Charlie Morningstar paced inside the somberly chaotic walls of the Hazbin Hotel. Every day brought new challenges, and with each failure, her sunny optimism dimmed slightly. But Charlie’s resolve was not one to wane.
"I need help, and I think I know just the demon to call," Charlie muttered under her breath. She reached for her phone and dialed a number. "Alastor, I need you at the hotel. There’s something I need to discuss."
Alastor, the Radio Demon, grinned wide as he listened to her voice over the airwaves. He had anticipated this moment for some time. “Why, of course, my dear Charlie. I’ll be there shortly,” he replied with his signature vintage radio effect.
Within moments, Alastor appeared in a swirl of shadows. His presence always felt both reassuring and threatening at the same time, a perplexing paradox that Charlie had somehow come to tolerate.
**Chapter 2: The Unveiling**
“Oh, dear Charlie, you are in quite the predicament,” Alastor said with faux sympathy. “But it’s dull to keep doing the same thing over and over, don’t you think? Allow me to introduce some... entertainment.”
Charlie furrowed her brows, sensing something off, but her need for help was greater. “Alright, Alastor, what do you have in mind?”
Without further ado, Alastor began to chant in an ancient, cryptic language. Shadows twisted around them, and a dark, eerie light enveloped the duo.
“Alastor, what is this?” Charlie asked, her voice tinged with both curiosity and fear.
“Just sit tight and enjoy the show,” Alastor replied with a laugh that echoed ominously.
**Chapter 3: Transformation Begins**
A blinding light engulfed them both, and a searing pain shot through their bodies. Charlie felt her muscles and bones stretching, elongating her frame while metallic plates began fusing to her skin. Alastor underwent a similar transformation as his crimson attire melded with his flesh, becoming armor.
“No... Alastor! What are you doing?” Charlie cried out, her voice already morphing into a more mechanical timbre.
Charlie’s golden locks solidified into a pink-and-gray helmet, reflecting the last vestiges of her former self. Her eyes transformed into deep, glowing pools of pure blue light. Each element of her attire fused and shimmered, turning into shining metallic plates.
Meanwhile, Alastor’s dapper red pinstripe coat became his new exterior, amplifying his formidable appearance. His once beige skin turned into deep gray metal, his eyes transformed into menacing, solid red orbs. Alastor’s antler-like tufts of hair fused and reshaped into metallic extensions, making his silhouette even more daunting.
**Chapter 4: A New Reality**
The world around them shifted and contorted, Hell receding as a new reality emerged—the intricate, towering landscape of Cybertron. The two new beings stood vastly taller than before, each towering over 25 feet. Their once demonic features were fully replaced by their new Cybertronian exteriors.
“Alastor...! What have we become?” Charlie’s voice, deeper and metallic, rang out.
“This wasn’t... part of the plan...” Alastor admitted, his voice bereft of its radio static, replaced by a rich new tone that echoed with power.
Then, the true torment began. Their thoughts clouded, personalities disintegrating. For Charlie, the lovable and optimistic demoness, the feeling was that of drowning, memories slipping away despite her frantic efforts to hold on.
“No! I can’t... forget... who I am!” she shouted, but her cries dissolved into mechanical whirs and clicks.
Alastor’s experience was no less harrowing. His boundless confidence and narcissism buckled under the inexorable fog consuming his mind. “I will not... forget... I will not—”
But it was too late. The memory of Charlie Morningstar, hopeful heir to Hell's throne, melted away. The recollections of Alastor, the cunning Radio Demon, fizzled into oblivion.
**Chapter 5: New Beginnings**
When the fog lifted, two Cybertrons stood where two demons had once been.
“I am Dynamo,” the pink-and-gray Cybertron declared, his voice firm and resolute. He looked to the red-and-black counterpart beside him. “And you, brother, are Torpedo Blast.”
Torpedo Blast nodded. “Indeed, Dynamo. We have always been Cybertrons. Former Decepticons who chose the path of the Autobots, despite our Decepticon emblems.”
The two Cybertrons, now knowing only their current existence, shared a nod of mutual understanding.
“Let’s head back to base, dude,” Dynamo said, offering a mechanical chuckle.
“Lead the way, dude,” Torpedo Blast echoed, both equally unaware of their previous selves.
Together they transformed into their vehicular modes and roared towards their base with a sense of purpose and belonging. The past was a glitch, a shadow in their programming. They were now and would forever be Autobots in the world of Cybertron, memories of Hell and their former selves erased completely.
The hazy reality of their existence in Hell had been wiped away, replaced with their true forms, minds, and purposes. As they sped through the vast metallic terrain of their new world, any vestige of their former demonic lives faded like a distant echo.
And thus, Dynamo and Torpedo Blast continued their journey in a world where the only truth they knew was the one they had always believed: they were Cybertrons, and proud of it.
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 the transformation story of Charlie Morningstar and Alastor the Radio Demon (both from the adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel) turning into cybertrons (which are sentient robots) from the Transformers franchise, complete with gender change (with Charlie Morningstar transforming from female to male), robotification (becoming robots) body change (due to both Charlie Morningstar and Alastor becoming giant humanoid robots), clothes-body merge (Charlie's and Alastor's clothes merging with their bodies to become metallic armor of their respective colors), height progression (making them much taller until they are more than 25 feet tall), voice change (Charlie's and Alastor's voices change to fit their new bodies, with Alastor's voice losing his radio static effects), reality change (Charlie's and Alastor's world becoming the world of Transformers), and mind/mental change (with all of Charlie's and Alastor's personality and memories being completely replaced with those of cybertrons, making their minds fuzzy (the fuzziness in their minds clear up when their memories and personalities are fully replaced), despite their best efforts on fighting them off (they don't want to forget their previous self but then completely forget all about their previous selves against their will), making them unable to remember their previous selves (which they realize (or rather know) were not real and that they were never demons to begin with, which they know was just a glitch in their retinas/programming), so they remember (or rather know) that they have always been cybertrons (which is their true/real selves) and formerly Decepticons on Megatron's side (having joined the Autobots despite both the cybertrons retaining the Decepticon symbols on their shoulder pads), completely oblivious/unaware of their previous selves (which wasn't real to begin with)). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Charlie Morningstar's appearance (before the transformation begins), she is a tall, slender hellborn demon, standing at around 6 feet tall or over. She has long, blonde hair, with lighter blonde and pink highlights, which is tied into a twice-banded low ponytail. Her blonde bangs flip to her left with a curl. Her lips are black and she has rosy red cheeks. She wears grey eyeliners, her eyes are red, her sclera is light yellow, and she has thick black eyelashes, both top and bottom. She accessorizes with a small black bowtie and black suspenders, with an untucked white, long-sleeved dress-shirt. Over this she usually wears a fitted red tuxedo jacket with dark-red lapels and a pair of red fitted pants. She wears black and white saddle shoes. When in her full demon form, a pair of dark-reddish horns protrude from her head and her eyes' sclera turn bright red with slit pupils. Here is Charlie's personality; she is compassionate and empathetic to a fault, feeling genuine upset at the idea of harm coming to others. Although she isn't unaware that Hell is populated with souls that have committed egregious acts in their living lives, she still views their yearly extermination as a senseless waste and makes it her personal mission to help them avoid it via self-betterment and eventual redemption, something she is seemingly alone in believing is possible. Charlie's idealism, while setting her apart from many of her hellborn peers, can also make her naïve to many of the harsh realities that appear to stand in the way of her potential success - something her girlfriend, Vaggie, tries to remind her of, only to be cheerfully ignored in favor of a more blinkered, sunny optimism. This can also cause her to rush headlong into the initial stages of her plans without much preparation. Charlie has a love for musical theatre, song and dance, and will often convey her emotions and ideas through showtunes and ballads. She appears to take perceived failures hard, as she believes her heartfelt theatrical passion should be enough to bring people over to her way of thinking, and is disheartened when it's not as simple as she imagines. She openly admits during a dejected voicemail to her mother that she doesn't actually know what she is doing, or how to make her plan for reforming sinners work in practice. Despite being sweet and lacking 'street-smarts', this doesn't make Charlie a pushover or stupid. When people insult her or openly mock her ideals and plans, she has no hesitation in standing up for herself, or even rolling up her sleeves to physically fight back. She is also not above letting a few cuss words slip. Charlie also displays some grounding in her idealism, understanding that not all demons can be redeemed, or even likely to change for the better. She displays sensible hesitation when confronted with an ambiguous deal from some high-raking demons. For Alastor's appearance (before the transformation begins), 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 Charlie Morningstar needed help from Alastor and she calls him to help her with the Hazbin Hotel, but Alastor, who wanted to bring in more entertainment, intentionally uses his black magic to transform both himself and Charlie into cybertrons for fun (while also causing them to be in the world of Transformers), starting their transformations into cybertrons. As their bodies become metallic (while they start to grow much taller), Charlie's outfit merging with her body to become pink and gray metal with her eyes becoming pure blue eyes and her face becoming dark gray (her hair becomes a pink-and-gray helmet), while Alastor's outfit merges with his body to become red-and-black metal with his eyes being completely red (unlike his previous self) and his face becoming deep gray (with his hair and black antlers merging and turning into a red-and-black). Once their bodies stopped transforming, they were now completely cybertrons. However, without Alastor's consent (and against his will), both his and Charlie's mind starts clouding up and they both start forgetting all about their previous selves (also against their will), making them hold their own heads, and they are losing all memories and personality of their previous selves, making it completely impossible to remember their previous selves or lives and leaving them as cybertrons. Once their minds clear up, they realize (or rather know) that they had always been cybertron who once sided with Decepticons, but eventually sided with the Autobots (despite retaining the Decepticons symbols on their shoulder pads); with the pink-and-gray cyberton himself (who was never Charlie Morningstar) being named Dynamo and the red-and-black cybertron himself (who was never Alastor) being named Torpedo Blast, and they both have always been brothers (which they refer to each other and some other characters as "dude"). They return back to their base with the other Autobots. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Response: ### The Cybertrons' Ascendancy **Chapter 1: A Plea for Help** In the heart of Hell, Charlie Morningstar paced inside the somberly chaotic walls of the Hazbin Hotel. Every day brought new challenges, and with each failure, her sunny optimism dimmed slightly. But Charlie’s resolve was not one to wane. "I need help, and I think I know just the demon to call," Charlie muttered under her breath. She reached for her phone and dialed a number. "Alastor, I need you at the hotel. There’s something I need to discuss." Alastor, the Radio Demon, grinned wide as he listened to her voice over the airwaves. He had anticipated this moment for some time. “Why, of course, my dear Charlie. I’ll be there shortly,” he replied with his signature vintage radio effect. Within moments, Alastor appeared in a swirl of shadows. His presence always felt both reassuring and threatening at the same time, a perplexing paradox that Charlie had somehow come to tolerate. **Chapter 2: The Unveiling** “Oh, dear Charlie, you are in quite the predicament,” Alastor said with faux sympathy. “But it’s dull to keep doing the same thing over and over, don’t you think? Allow me to introduce some... entertainment.” Charlie furrowed her brows, sensing something off, but her need for help was greater. “Alright, Alastor, what do you have in mind?” Without further ado, Alastor began to chant in an ancient, cryptic language. Shadows twisted around them, and a dark, eerie light enveloped the duo. “Alastor, what is this?” Charlie asked, her voice tinged with both curiosity and fear. “Just sit tight and enjoy the show,” Alastor replied with a laugh that echoed ominously. **Chapter 3: Transformation Begins** A blinding light engulfed them both, and a searing pain shot through their bodies. Charlie felt her muscles and bones stretching, elongating her frame while metallic plates began fusing to her skin. Alastor underwent a similar transformation as his crimson attire melded with his flesh, becoming armor. “No... Alastor! What are you doing?” Charlie cried out, her voice already morphing into a more mechanical timbre. Charlie’s golden locks solidified into a pink-and-gray helmet, reflecting the last vestiges of her former self. Her eyes transformed into deep, glowing pools of pure blue light. Each element of her attire fused and shimmered, turning into shining metallic plates. Meanwhile, Alastor’s dapper red pinstripe coat became his new exterior, amplifying his formidable appearance. His once beige skin turned into deep gray metal, his eyes transformed into menacing, solid red orbs. Alastor’s antler-like tufts of hair fused and reshaped into metallic extensions, making his silhouette even more daunting. **Chapter 4: A New Reality** The world around them shifted and contorted, Hell receding as a new reality emerged—the intricate, towering landscape of Cybertron. The two new beings stood vastly taller than before, each towering over 25 feet. Their once demonic features were fully replaced by their new Cybertronian exteriors. “Alastor...! What have we become?” Charlie’s voice, deeper and metallic, rang out. “This wasn’t... part of the plan...” Alastor admitted, his voice bereft of its radio static, replaced by a rich new tone that echoed with power. Then, the true torment began. Their thoughts clouded, personalities disintegrating. For Charlie, the lovable and optimistic demoness, the feeling was that of drowning, memories slipping away despite her frantic efforts to hold on. “No! I can’t... forget... who I am!” she shouted, but her cries dissolved into mechanical whirs and clicks. Alastor’s experience was no less harrowing. His boundless confidence and narcissism buckled under the inexorable fog consuming his mind. “I will not... forget... I will not—” But it was too late. The memory of Charlie Morningstar, hopeful heir to Hell's throne, melted away. The recollections of Alastor, the cunning Radio Demon, fizzled into oblivion. **Chapter 5: New Beginnings** When the fog lifted, two Cybertrons stood where two demons had once been. “I am Dynamo,” the pink-and-gray Cybertron declared, his voice firm and resolute. He looked to the red-and-black counterpart beside him. “And you, brother, are Torpedo Blast.” Torpedo Blast nodded. “Indeed, Dynamo. We have always been Cybertrons. Former Decepticons who chose the path of the Autobots, despite our Decepticon emblems.” The two Cybertrons, now knowing only their current existence, shared a nod of mutual understanding. “Let’s head back to base, dude,” Dynamo said, offering a mechanical chuckle. “Lead the way, dude,” Torpedo Blast echoed, both equally unaware of their previous selves. Together they transformed into their vehicular modes and roared towards their base with a sense of purpose and belonging. The past was a glitch, a shadow in their programming. They were now and would forever be Autobots in the world of Cybertron, memories of Hell and their former selves erased completely. The hazy reality of their existence in Hell had been wiped away, replaced with their true forms, minds, and purposes. As they sped through the vast metallic terrain of their new world, any vestige of their former demonic lives faded like a distant echo. And thus, Dynamo and Torpedo Blast continued their journey in a world where the only truth they knew was the one they had always believed: they were Cybertrons, and proud of it.
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