Your stomach churned with unease as you sat in your small, cluttered apartment, uncomfortably close to your bright computer screen. The evening had descended into a blur of scrolling through various art and fan fiction of Alastor from Hazbin Hotel. Somehow, the intertwining of realities and fiction had always fascinated you. But tonight, there was a gnawing feeling you couldn't shake off, a sinister sense of being watched.
Out of nowhere, the lights flickered, casting ominous shadows around the room. Without warning, a swirling, red portal opened before your unbelieving eyes. Panic clawed at your heart as a figure stepped through, tall and imposing. Alastor, the Radio Demon himself, with that unmistakable, bone-chilling smile stretching across his face.
"Well, well, well," Alastor's voice boomed, crackling like a vintage radio, "it seems my reputation precedes me even here, in this curious little dimension!"
You attempted to scramble away, but the portal’s otherworldly energy held you in place. Alastor’s malevolent red eyes bore into yours. “I've grown tired of these insipid perversions of my essence, these tasteless degradations.” Alastor’s grin widened impossibly. “So, I’ve decided to claim you for my world, to teach you a proper lesson.”
And with that, everything went black.
* * *
Consciousness returned slowly, the room shifting around you in a haze. Struggling to comprehend the changes, you pushed yourself to your feet, now acutely aware of the overwhelming strangeness in your own body. As you walked past a cracked mirror, the jarring reflection that greeted you made you gasp. Alastor stared back at you, not just in appearance but in every excruciating detail.
Your hands shook as you raised them to your face, feeling the sharp, permanent grin stretched impossibly wide. Panic surged. You started to fight against the changes, hands clawing at your face to erase the smile, tugging at your chest, your crotch, but there was nothing you could do.
“It’s futile,” Alastor’s voice, your voice now, echoed in your mind. “This is who you truly are; welcome to your awakening, brother.”
Beneath your desperate resistance, memories began flooding in—being born in the early 1900s to a human family, your mother’s delicious jambalaya, the thrill of your studies and your rise to fame as a charismatic radio show host… and then the darker urge that led to your serial killings. You tried to hold onto your memories, but the flood was relentless and overwhelming.
“Stop this!” you cried, your voice now a perfect mimicry of Alastor’s.
“You were always meant to join me!” Alastor announced with dark satisfaction. “Together, we shall rule Hell with our charm and wit.”
You blinked in disorientation; your new reality cemented itself. You now recalled your shared past with Alastor, the sinister symmetry of your immortal lives entwined. Your own voice became clear and mature with that distinctive, transatlantic lilt. “Ah, yes. It’s all coming back to me now—the radio shows, the thrills, the unending amusements.”
* * *
Hazbin Hotel, with its gothic charm and chaotic allure, sprawled before you. Your twin, Alastor—who you now mirrored entirely with your memories and appearance perfect to his—strode beside you. Charlie Morningstar met you with a hopeful smile, oblivious to the true terrors Alastor and his identical twin (you, once the viewer) might bring.
“Welcome,” she greeted with restrained exuberance. “Thank you for helping us with our experiment in redemption.”
“What a delightful project!” you and Alastor replied in perfect harmony, flashing your constant, unnerving grins.
Vaggie’s eyes narrowed at you both. “I still don’t trust them,” she muttered to Charlie.
“Now, now,” Alastor cooed, “we’re all here for a common goal. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” you echoed, “what’s a little fun and mischief among friends?”
In the coming days, you confronted an odd assortment of demon habitants. Nifty, with her boundless energy and affection, prattled on as Alastor’s self-appointed daughter figure, found you and your ‘brother’ charmingly dapper. Husk, though reluctant, submitted to his role in your service with sarcastic humor. And Angel Dust, with his mischievous smirk, remained an endearing distraction, pushing everyone’s patience to the limit.
As you helped Charlie (to her delight and Vaggie’s skepticism), you felt a comforting satisfaction. Where there was confusion in your mind as the reader, now resided clarity and purpose. Alastor’s knowledge, charm, and dark ambitions were your own.
No longer a helpless observer, you now thrived within your true identity. The Radio Demons had multiplied, a pair of dapper devils ready to paint the realms with chaos and charm.
“Come along, brother,” Alastor gestured towards another grand scheme, that eerie smile ever-present. “Let’s make Hell a little more entertaining, shall we?”
And with a sinister chuckle, you agreed.
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 a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into an 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 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: Your stomach churned with unease as you sat in your small, cluttered apartment, uncomfortably close to your bright computer screen. The evening had descended into a blur of scrolling through various art and fan fiction of Alastor from Hazbin Hotel. Somehow, the intertwining of realities and fiction had always fascinated you. But tonight, there was a gnawing feeling you couldn't shake off, a sinister sense of being watched. Out of nowhere, the lights flickered, casting ominous shadows around the room. Without warning, a swirling, red portal opened before your unbelieving eyes. Panic clawed at your heart as a figure stepped through, tall and imposing. Alastor, the Radio Demon himself, with that unmistakable, bone-chilling smile stretching across his face. "Well, well, well," Alastor's voice boomed, crackling like a vintage radio, "it seems my reputation precedes me even here, in this curious little dimension!" You attempted to scramble away, but the portal’s otherworldly energy held you in place. Alastor’s malevolent red eyes bore into yours. “I've grown tired of these insipid perversions of my essence, these tasteless degradations.” Alastor’s grin widened impossibly. “So, I’ve decided to claim you for my world, to teach you a proper lesson.” And with that, everything went black. * * * Consciousness returned slowly, the room shifting around you in a haze. Struggling to comprehend the changes, you pushed yourself to your feet, now acutely aware of the overwhelming strangeness in your own body. As you walked past a cracked mirror, the jarring reflection that greeted you made you gasp. Alastor stared back at you, not just in appearance but in every excruciating detail. Your hands shook as you raised them to your face, feeling the sharp, permanent grin stretched impossibly wide. Panic surged. You started to fight against the changes, hands clawing at your face to erase the smile, tugging at your chest, your crotch, but there was nothing you could do. “It’s futile,” Alastor’s voice, your voice now, echoed in your mind. “This is who you truly are; welcome to your awakening, brother.” Beneath your desperate resistance, memories began flooding in—being born in the early 1900s to a human family, your mother’s delicious jambalaya, the thrill of your studies and your rise to fame as a charismatic radio show host… and then the darker urge that led to your serial killings. You tried to hold onto your memories, but the flood was relentless and overwhelming. “Stop this!” you cried, your voice now a perfect mimicry of Alastor’s. “You were always meant to join me!” Alastor announced with dark satisfaction. “Together, we shall rule Hell with our charm and wit.” You blinked in disorientation; your new reality cemented itself. You now recalled your shared past with Alastor, the sinister symmetry of your immortal lives entwined. Your own voice became clear and mature with that distinctive, transatlantic lilt. “Ah, yes. It’s all coming back to me now—the radio shows, the thrills, the unending amusements.” * * * Hazbin Hotel, with its gothic charm and chaotic allure, sprawled before you. Your twin, Alastor—who you now mirrored entirely with your memories and appearance perfect to his—strode beside you. Charlie Morningstar met you with a hopeful smile, oblivious to the true terrors Alastor and his identical twin (you, once the reader) might bring. “Welcome,” she greeted with restrained exuberance. “Thank you for helping us with our experiment in redemption.” “What a delightful project!” you and Alastor replied in perfect harmony, flashing your constant, unnerving grins. Vaggie’s eyes narrowed at you both. “I still don’t trust them,” she muttered to Charlie. “Now, now,” Alastor cooed, “we’re all here for a common goal. Isn’t that right?” “Yes,” you echoed, “what’s a little fun and mischief among friends?” In the coming days, you confronted an odd assortment of demon habitants. Nifty, with her boundless energy and affection, prattled on as Alastor’s self-appointed daughter figure, found you and your ‘brother’ charmingly dapper. Husk, though reluctant, submitted to his role in your service with sarcastic humor. And Angel Dust, with his mischievous smirk, remained an endearing distraction, pushing everyone’s patience to the limit. As you helped Charlie (to her delight and Vaggie’s skepticism), you felt a comforting satisfaction. Where there was confusion in your mind as the reader, now resided clarity and purpose. Alastor’s knowledge, charm, and dark ambitions were your own. No longer a helpless observer, you now thrived within your true identity. The Radio Demons had multiplied, a pair of dapper devils ready to paint the realms with chaos and charm. “Come along, brother,” Alastor gestured towards another grand scheme, that eerie smile ever-present. “Let’s make Hell a little more entertaining, shall we?” And with a sinister chuckle, you agreed.
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