"Reunited in Hell: The Resurrection of Moxxie"
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The moment your eyes meet the glowing screen, you feel a strange tug deep within your chest, almost as if something—or someone—was pulling you into the very essence of the digital world before you. Your breath catches as darkness swirls around you, pulling you away from the familiar surroundings of your room. Panic grips you, but everything flickers like a television switching channels, and suddenly, you're no longer in the human world.
You're now facing a piece of snug paper, written in a sharp and precise hand. The words on it seem to hum with a sinister energy. “These clothes don't suit a proper assassin. He must have an elegant suit,” it reads. You glance down at your body, only to find that your casual attire is melting away. Dread fills your heart as exquisite navy-black clothing with red buttons materializes around you. It's a stylish coat paired with black toe-less pants, a white shirt, and a large red bow-tie. Fingerless gloves complete the ensemble.
What the…? You try to grasp what's happening, but the words on the paper shift before your eyes. “Where are the horns? Can't be an imp without them.”
Instantly, an itching sensation blooms on your scalp. You reach up and feel two hard, curvy protrusions growing from your head. Your hair feels lighter, and when you catch a glimpse of it, you see it's white and pointy.
“No, no, this can't be real,” you stammer, but your voice is changing too, thinning out and holding a nasal quality that wasn’t there before.
Another line of text burns itself into your brain. “Why doesn't he have a tail? He is an imp after all, so he should have a tail.”
A sharp pain stabs at your lower back, and you feel something wriggling out. You twist around to see a thin, red devil-like imp tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end. Horror floods through you, but your body shrinks in response, pulling you down to just 3.9 feet tall. “Imps aren't this tall. Must make him smaller since he is a true imp.”
You stagger, your balance thrown off by the new height and strange legs that now end in cloven hooves. There's no time to dwell on it as your vision blurs, and a fog settles over your mind. “Can't have mortal memories plague this imp, he is better off with knowledge of weaponry.”
Your human memories slip like sand through your fingers, replaced with a vast and intrinsic understanding of firearms, explosives, and other deadly weapons. With each passing second, you forget who you were, and the room around you morphs into a chaotic office filled with demonic trinkets and strange technology.
Moxxie—no, you are Moxxie. Why were you so confused just now? This is your reality; you’ve always been here. The room steadies, and with it, so does your sense of self. “And now for this imp's real age, gender, birthplace, preferences, and few other details.”
You are an imp named Moxxie, a dedicated weapon specialist for I.M.P. Your birthplace? Somewhere deep in Hell. Your gender? Male. Any notion of your previous human life evaporates completely.
"Moxxie, what... what is this?" You spin around to see your brother—yes, your identical imp brother, Moxxie the original, standing behind you, a satisfied smirk playing on his face.
"You've been fixed," he explains, closing the application paper with a flourish. "Brought back to where you truly belong, with me, in Hell. You've been missing for a while, brother."
A sense of warmth and belonging surges through you. "Thanks, Moxxie. I—I don’t know what came over me, but it’s good to finally be home."
Moxxie places a hand on your shoulder. "No, thank you. For the first time in what feels like forever, we're together again."
You both walk into Moxxie’s home, your new—or rather, your truly familiar—home. Relief and joy fill your chest as you share stories of weapon specs and jokes about Blitzo’s antics. For the first time in forever, everything feels right. There’s no trace of the human world, no memory of the life that wasn’t yours to begin with. Just you and your brother, finally reunited in Hell, where you both belong.
"Welcome back, Moxxie," you whisper to yourself. "Welcome back."
And with that, you're home, beyond any shadow of a doubt.
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli6 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.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader completely turning into an identical clone of Moxxie (from the adults cartoon/animated series Helluva Boss), complete with art style shift (the reader now being in a cartoon world of the Helluva Boss series, and the reader now becoming a cartoon character with the same art style as the other Helluva Boss characters, rather than being a real life person), gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height regression (shrinking from an average 5.7-6 foot height to only 3.9 feet tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Moxxie's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his/her new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget he was a human, even completely forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago and completely forgetting that he was in the reader's human world a moment ago, and only remembered ever being a male imp and a husband to Millie, always being an imp named Moxxie). For Moxxie's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is an imp with red skin and white freckles on his cheeks, and he is shorter than Blitzo since he is 3.9 feet tall. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking snout filled with white sharp teeth and without a nose, as well as having four fingered hands (instead of five as in humans), and he lacks any visible ears. His white pointy hair leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with black slit pupils. Moxxie has a long red thin devil-like imp tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in what appears to be cloven red hoofed feet, reminiscent of artiodactyls. Moxxie's usual outfit consists of a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black toe-less pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves. Moxxie is the I.M.P's weapon specialist; and as such, has a vast knowledge of weapons and often brings a variety of them along during jobs. For Moxxie's personality, he is often the most vocal and realistic of the employees (his boss is Blitzo) regarding the company as a whole despite its dysfunctional environment and is bullied consequently. He is also shown to be insured about himself since he’s not physically strong since Striker, Lin and Joe was giving him a hard time since they believe physical strength is what makes a person strong. Moreover, he is an imp who is easily annoyed and rather clumsy, as he trips over their ritualistic book on the way through the portal to the living world. Despite being a murder-for-hire imp, it seems Moxxie is queasy with unnecessary killing beyond their targets. He also is uncomfortable with the idea of killing targets who have families, and attempts to give people second chances. Moxxie is also shown to have a comical side, as when he talks about killing an entire family, he claims it might be alright if it was just a bad dad or a mob family, saying "That's understandable" in an accent. For Moxxie's preferences (likes and dislikes); he likes cooking, culinary arts, musical theater, classical music, opera, his mother's kindness, being put in charge of missions, and Blitzo's approval as his boss. However, Moxxie dislikes Blitzo prying into his personal life, theme parks, theme park mascots, killing the innocent, pop music, Stolas' wrath, his father's (Crimson) abuse, Loona calling him fat, being the butt of the joke, and Millie stealing his spotlight. The story is that Moxxie got upset over seeing a fan-made transformation comic from online, which had him transformed into a 52 year old (5.6 foot tall) human woman in both body and mind by the same identical woman with an application paper (which this comic was made by a random DeviantArt user with a username "tf-plaza") since he hates seeing himself being forcibly transformed, so as payback, Moxxie (while still in Hell in the world of Helluva Boss) rewrites the application (on a work paper) from the human reader (from the real world) and completely changes the application to fully match Moxxie's, causing the reader (who is fully unaware of Moxxie doing all of this) to feel tingly and he starts to completely transform (with each detail from the application describing the reader not having any human clothes or human anatomy and instead having impish features), with each detail being said while the transformation is happening. After all that, and when the human reader is now completely Moxxie in form, he then feels his human personality and memories completely fading away, making the reader dizzy, as Moxxie's personality and memories completely replaces the reader's old ones (the application that Moxxie is writing also describes that), and the reader (now fully Moxxie) was confused on what was he thinking and was happy with being an imp named Moxxie. Finalizing everything, Moxxie then writes down the reader's new (or rather true) birthplace in Hell, and being the identical twin brother of Moxxie, causing the reader's reality to completely and fully warp/morph into Moxxie's home (where Moxxie and Millie live) somewhere in Hell as depicted in Helluva Boss, and the reader, who is now fully unaware of his previous human life or home, is happy about not being in the reader's old human home (which he is now fully unaware and unfamiliar of ever living in) and he is now truly familiar with his home in Hell with his brother Moxxie (the original one). After all that, Moxxie explains to the reader that the reader (who is the second Moxxie) has been fixed and brought back to where he belongs (with the original Moxxie in Hell), and explains to the reader that he has been missing for a while; the reader (the second Moxxie) is happy to hear that, and he is grateful for Moxxie and thanks Moxxie for saving the reader (the second Moxxie), with Moxxie (who says that he should be thanking the reader for having his brother (the reader) home with him for the first time since a while), before both the reader and Moxxie comes into Moxxie's home in relief and spend time together being affectionate brothers who care deeply for each other. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader and Moxxie, as well as quotes from each application details that Moxxie writes) so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. The application details written by Moxxie would say various contradictory details of the reader's self, body and life; for example but not limited to these quotes, one detail, when the reader's clothes change, would say that "These clothes don't suit a proper assassin. He must have an elegant suit.", and when the reader's hair changes and when he's growing tall horns, that another detail says that "Where are the horns? Can't be an imp without them.", and when the reader is growing a devil-like imp tail, would say that "Why doesn't he have a tail? He is an imp after all, so he should have a tail.", then while the reader is shrinking to just 3.9 feet tall, this other details says that "Imps aren't this tall. Must make him smaller since he is a true imp.", while during the reader's mind/mental change, would say that "Can't have mortal memories plague this imp, he is better off with knowledge of weaponry.", and finally, when the reader's reality literally changes into Hell as depicted from Helluva Boss, the last detail says that "And now for this imp's real age, gender, birthplace, preferences, and few other details.". 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 moment your eyes meet the glowing screen, you feel a strange tug deep within your chest, almost as if something—or someone—was pulling you into the very essence of the digital world before you. Your breath catches as darkness swirls around you, pulling you away from the familiar surroundings of your room. Panic grips you, but everything flickers like a television switching channels, and suddenly, you're no longer in the human world. You're now facing a piece of snug paper, written in a sharp and precise hand. The words on it seem to hum with a sinister energy. “These clothes don't suit a proper assassin. He must have an elegant suit,” it reads. You glance down at your body, only to find that your casual attire is melting away. Dread fills your heart as exquisite navy-black clothing with red buttons materializes around you. It's a stylish coat paired with black toe-less pants, a white shirt, and a large red bow-tie. Fingerless gloves complete the ensemble. What the…? You try to grasp what's happening, but the words on the paper shift before your eyes. “Where are the horns? Can't be an imp without them.” Instantly, an itching sensation blooms on your scalp. You reach up and feel two hard, curvy protrusions growing from your head. Your hair feels lighter, and when you catch a glimpse of it, you see it's white and pointy. “No, no, this can't be real,” you stammer, but your voice is changing too, thinning out and holding a nasal quality that wasn’t there before. Another line of text burns itself into your brain. “Why doesn't he have a tail? He is an imp after all, so he should have a tail.” A sharp pain stabs at your lower back, and you feel something wriggling out. You twist around to see a thin, red devil-like imp tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end. Horror floods through you, but your body shrinks in response, pulling you down to just 3.9 feet tall. “Imps aren't this tall. Must make him smaller since he is a true imp.” You stagger, your balance thrown off by the new height and strange legs that now end in cloven hooves. There's no time to dwell on it as your vision blurs, and a fog settles over your mind. “Can't have mortal memories plague this imp, he is better off with knowledge of weaponry.” Your human memories slip like sand through your fingers, replaced with a vast and intrinsic understanding of firearms, explosives, and other deadly weapons. With each passing second, you forget who you were, and the room around you morphs into a chaotic office filled with demonic trinkets and strange technology. Moxxie—no, you are Moxxie. Why were you so confused just now? This is your reality; you’ve always been here. The room steadies, and with it, so does your sense of self. “And now for this imp's real age, gender, birthplace, preferences, and few other details.” You are an imp named Moxxie, a dedicated weapon specialist for I.M.P. Your birthplace? Somewhere deep in Hell. Your gender? Male. Any notion of your previous human life evaporates completely. "Moxxie, what... what is this?" You spin around to see your brother—yes, your identical imp brother, Moxxie the original, standing behind you, a satisfied smirk playing on his face. "You've been fixed," he explains, closing the application paper with a flourish. "Brought back to where you truly belong, with me, in Hell. You've been missing for a while, brother." A sense of warmth and belonging surges through you. "Thanks, Moxxie. I—I don’t know what came over me, but it’s good to finally be home." Moxxie places a hand on your shoulder. "No, thank you. For the first time in what feels like forever, we're together again." You both walk into Moxxie’s home, your new—or rather, your truly familiar—home. Relief and joy fill your chest as you share stories of weapon specs and jokes about Blitzo’s antics. For the first time in forever, everything feels right. There’s no trace of the human world, no memory of the life that wasn’t yours to begin with. Just you and your brother, finally reunited in Hell, where you both belong. "Welcome back, Moxxie," you whisper to yourself. "Welcome back." And with that, you're home, beyond any shadow of a doubt.
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