The warmth of the coffee mug wrapped around your hands did little to ground you in the reality of the human world. It was the kind of evening that facilitated contemplation and creativity, as the crisp autumn air and the amber leaves painted an almost surreal scene outside your window. You scrolled through your favorite stories online, many of which dabbled into the transformation genre—the fertile ground where imagination goes wild.
You chuckled at the latest piece of fandom art where Alastor from *Hazbin Hotel* was transformed into various strange beans – cats, dogs, deer, ants, spiders, flies, butterflies, animatronics, even other cartoon characters. "People have a wild imagination,” you concluded, setting your mug to the side.
Just then, a peculiar hum began to resonate through your room—a vintage radio tune vibrating in the very air.
"Good evening, dear listener!"
The voice was unmistakable. Your heart raced, but instead of coming from your laptop speakers, the voice seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere all at once.
Alastor, the very Radio Demon himself, materialized before you with that devilish grin. "I must say, I never thought I'd come face to face with human imagination in such an intimate setting. But alas, here we are," he said, the crimson in his eyes gleaming brighter than the peril you felt.
"W-what are you doing here?" you stammered, stepping back until you were near-trapped against your desk.
"You see, darling," Alastor purred, that radio cadence never waning, "I've grown quite weary of these little stories of me undergoing...shall we say, unsophisticated transformations."
Recognition flashed in your mind—this was your fault. You were one of those contributing to the surplus of transformation fiction revolving around Alastor.
"To teach you a proper lesson in respect," Alastor continued, “I've decided you should get to know me better. Very well, rather *personally* indeed."
Your protest was cut short when the dark energy crackled from the depths of his glove. A sinister enchantment wrapped around you. Your reflection in the computer screen began to morph—your features elongating and reshaping. You stumbled back, feeling your bones creak as though they were rearranging, snapping into new places.
Your height skyrocketed, your shirt and jeans disintegrating into nothingness only to be replaced by a sharp, red pinstripe coat. Panic surged when your mouth stretched into an unnatural grin, sharp teeth bared permanently.
"What's...happening?" you whispered, your voice shifting from terrified tremble to that iconic radio-announcer's lilt, echoing Alastor's voice.
“Ah, don’t you worry, dear! You’re simply coming home to your true self.” Alastor's voice was both comforting and incredibly eerie. "Let's see now, yes... there it is!"
Memories began to flood your mind, saturating your original persona. Images and echoes of childhood with a sadistic bent, your mother’s delicious jambalaya, your days and crimes as a radio show host—all these memories overpowered your own.
You shook your head to fight it, "No, no, this isn't me," you thought fiercely. But your resistance felt feeble. The mental transformation was like a tidal wave swallowing a pebble. Every recollection of your human life turned hazy and distant. There you were, standing beside Alastor, sharing the same memories, the same mania, the same hunger for chaos wrapped in politeness.
You looked at your reflection once again. Your beige skin, red eyes, slender form. Antlers now protruded from your crimson hair, your grin wide and unyielding. "You see?" Alastor cooed. "You’ve always been my twin, merely slumbering in human guise all this time."
He was right. He had to be. You—and he—had always been Alastor, the Radio Demon, twin terrors brought forth into Hell to have fun, regardless of the ridiculous aspirations of redemption.
Alastor extended his cane—the familiar microphone blinking like a sentient eye. "Welcome back, my dear brother. We have a Hotel to manage."
---
Back at the Hazbin Hotel, both Alastors stood by Charlie Morningstar, her optimistic gleam retained despite the skeptical glance from Vaggie. Angel Dust lounged on a sofa, seemingly unfazed but intrigued by the duplicate demons' arrival.
"Well, isn't this a cozy little setup," Angel Dust quipped, twirling a cigarette. "Two Alastors for the price of one. How's this gonna work out?"
You—or rather, Alastor retorted with a flourish, “Twice the charm and all the radiance, my dear!”
Vaggie shot a wary eye. "We have enough trouble with one Alastor. I don't trust this."
"Oh Vaggie, ever so cautious! Relax, we’re here to help," original Alastor declared with a jaunty step.
As they resumed assisting Charlie, you marveled at how naturally the Hotel felt like home. You may have been turned against your former self, but both Alastors knew how to enjoy their immortal existence, ready to spread their macabre cheer throughout Hell—even if it occasionally meant breaking the monotony by intriguing arrivals from the Earthly realm. And after all, who could manage the chaos of a redemption hotel better than the twin Radio Demons?
"Dear listeners, the broadcast is just beginning," you thought. "So let the show unfold!"
This story was generated by user Fizzarolli-Attack-2 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 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 (formerly the 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 small 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: The warmth of the coffee mug wrapped around your hands did little to ground you in the reality of the human world. It was the kind of evening that facilitated contemplation and creativity, as the crisp autumn air and the amber leaves painted an almost surreal scene outside your window. You scrolled through your favorite stories online, many of which dabbled into the transformation genre—the fertile ground where imagination goes wild. You chuckled at the latest piece of fandom art where Alastor from *Hazbin Hotel* was transformed into various strange beans – cats, dragons, even other cartoon characters. "People have a wild imagination,” you concluded, setting your mug to the side. Just then, a peculiar hum began to resonate through your room—a vintage radio tune vibrating in the very air. "Good evening, dear listener!" The voice was unmistakable. Your heart raced, but instead of coming from your laptop speakers, the voice seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Alastor, the very Radio Demon himself, materialized before you with that devilish grin. "I must say, I never thought I'd come face to face with human imagination in such an intimate setting. But alas, here we are," he said, the crimson in his eyes gleaming brighter than the peril you felt. "W-what are you doing here?" you stammered, stepping back until you were near-trapped against your desk. "You see, darling," Alastor purred, that radio cadence never waning, "I've grown quite weary of these little stories of me undergoing...shall we say, unsophisticated transformations." Recognition flashed in your mind—this was your fault. You were one of those contributing to the surplus of transformation fiction revolving around Alastor. "To teach you a proper lesson in respect," Alastor continued, “I've decided you should get to know me better. Very well, rather *personally* indeed." Your protest was cut short when the dark energy crackled from the depths of his glove. A sinister enchantment wrapped around you. Your reflection in the computer screen began to morph—your features elongating and reshaping. You stumbled back, feeling your bones creak as though they were rearranging, snapping into new places. Your height skyrocketed, your shirt and jeans disintegrating into nothingness only to be replaced by a sharp, red pinstripe coat. Panic surged when your mouth stretched into an unnatural grin, sharp teeth bared permanently. "What's...happening?" you whispered, your voice shifting from terrified tremble to that iconic radio-announcer's lilt, echoing Alastor's voice. “Ah, don’t you worry, dear! You’re simply coming home to your true self.” Alastor's voice was both comforting and incredibly eerie. "Let's see now, yes... there it is!" Memories began to flood your mind, saturating your original persona. Images and echoes of childhood with a sadistic bent, your mother’s delicious jambalaya, your days and crimes as a radio show host—all these memories overpowered your own. You shook your head to fight it, "No, no, this isn't me," you thought fiercely. But your resistance felt feeble. The mental transformation was like a tidal wave swallowing a pebble. Every recollection of your human life turned hazy and distant. There you were, standing beside Alastor, sharing the same memories, the same mania, the same hunger for chaos wrapped in politeness. You looked at your reflection once again. Your beige skin, red eyes, slender form. Antlers now protruded from your crimson hair, your grin wide and unyielding. "You see?" Alastor cooed. "You’ve always been my twin, merely slumbering in human guise all this time." He was right. He had to be. You—and he—had always been Alastor, the Radio Demon, twin terrors brought forth into Hell to have fun, regardless of the ridiculous aspirations of redemption. Alastor extended his cane—the familiar microphone blinking like a sentient eye. "Welcome back, my dear brother. We have a Hotel to manage." --- Back at the Hazbin Hotel, both Alastors stood by Charlie Morningstar, her optimistic gleam retained despite the skeptical glance from Vaggie. Angel Dust lounged on a sofa, seemingly unfazed but intrigued by the duplicate demons' arrival. "Well, isn't this a cozy little setup," Angel Dust quipped, twirling a cigarette. "Two Alastors for the price of one. How's this gonna work out?" You—or rather, Alastor retorted with a flourish, “Twice the charm and all the radiance, my dear!” Vaggie shot a wary eye. "We have enough trouble with one Alastor. I don't trust this." "Oh Vaggie, ever so cautious! Relax, we’re here to help," original Alastor declared with a jaunty step. As they resumed assisting Charlie, you marveled at how naturally the Hotel felt like home. You may have been turned against your former self, but both Alastors knew how to enjoy their immortal existence, ready to spread their macabre cheer throughout Hell—even if it occasionally meant breaking the monotony by intriguing arrivals from the Earthly realm. And after all, who could manage the chaos of a redemption hotel better than the twin Radio Demons? "Dear listeners, the broadcast is just beginning," you thought. "So let the show unfold!"
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