Shifted Reality: Reader's Transformation into Moxxie's Identical Brother
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The last thing you remember is lounging in your chair, eyes glued to the latest episode of Helluva Boss on your laptop. Moxxie, the flustered and often put-upon weapons specialist, was, as usual, the butt of Blitzo's jabs and Loona's biting sarcasm. You chuckled, finding amusement in the snappish imp's antics.
But then something odd happened. The screen seemed to ripple, waves distorting the animated characters before you. Moxxie himself appeared to notice this, his wide yellow eyes locking onto yours as though he were staring directly at you through the screen. You blinked, thinking it an animation glitch, but Moxxie continued to move towards you, his features growing larger and more defined.
Before you could react, you were pulled—a sudden, wrenching force yanking you from your world into his. Darkness enveloped you, and when you opened your eyes, you found yourself strapped into a bizarre contraption that looked like something out of a mad scientist's lab.
"Well, well, look who's laughing now," a familiar voice snorted. Moxxie's sharp-toothed grin loomed above you, and the realization of what was happening began to dawn with horrifying clarity.
"M-Moxxie? How... where...?" you stammer, your voice sounding suddenly distant and strained.
"No more laughing at my expense, human," Moxxie growled. "Time for you to learn a thing or two about being the butt of the joke!"
Before you could protest, the machine hummed to life, straps binding you tighter. You struggled, but the more you fought, the louder Moxxie's laughter became, mingling with the mechanical buzz filling the air.
The changes started subtly. Your fingers, gripping the edge of the chair, suddenly felt thinner, each one losing a digit until only four remained on each hand. Your skin prickled, a rush of heat coursing through you as it took on a deep crimson hue, white freckles dotting your cheeks. The terror inside you fought for control as your body and perspective shifted into one more befitting the cartoonist landscape.
If you're female, the physical changes deepened, the peculiar sensation of internal organs shifting and realigning caused a lump to rise in your throat; everything inside was rearranging to match Moxxie’s male form. Breasts vanished, replaced by a flat male chest, hips narrowing and redefining your frame. Your height plummeted dramatically, the world seeming to grow larger around you as you shrank down to a mere 3.9 feet.
With a jolt, you realized your clothes were now an exact replica of Moxxie’s—a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, white shirt with a black turtleneck, large red bow-tie, black toe-less pants, and fingerless gloves.
"No, this can't be real, I’m not Moxxie!" You shouted, voice echoing off the walls of the lab. But your own voice betrayed you, morphing and changing, sounding more and more like Moxxie’s with each syllable.
"You're not fooling anyone," Moxxie sneered. "We’ve been together since birth, remember? We are Moxxie."
You fought it with every ounce of your being, clinging fiercely to your human memories. The details of your former life grew hazy, slipping from your grasp like smoke in the wind.
"Accept it, brother," Moxxie cooed, placing a hand on your shoulder. The touch anchored you, or rather, the new you. "You know who you are... who you've always been. My twin. Moxxie."
Suddenly, it all clicked. Moxxie’s voice no longer sounded foreign—it was a part of you, familiar and comforting. The machine powered down, releasing you. Stumbling forward, you rubbed your temples, the faint echo of a headache pulsing as your human consciousness fragmented completely, replaced by memories of the Wrath and Greed Rings, Blitzo’s heists, Millie’s laughter, and shared moments of brotherhood.
"Damn... I had a real headache there for a moment," you grumbled, shaking your head.
"Told ya," Moxxie chuckled. "Now come on, let’s get back to Millie. She’s been worried."
As you walked side by side with the original Moxxie, you felt a sense of belonging, a connection so deep you knew with certainty who you were. You were Moxxie, and this was your life: a weapon specialist at I.M.P, married to the fierce and loving Millie, with a brother who shared your name and past.
Blitzo and Loona greeted you nonchalantly as you re-entered the I.M.P office. They acted as though nothing unusual had happened, and in this transformed reality, nothing had.
Millie rushed to you and the original Moxxie, engulfing both of you in a tight hug.
"There you two are," she beamed. "Let's go grab some lunch before our next mission."
With a shared smile and unspoken bond, you walked forward into your new life, every trace of your old existence, erased.
This story was generated by user TFsIntoLucifersSon 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.
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Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into Moxxie (from an 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, her breasts vanish as her female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if the reader is female), clothes change, age change, height regression (shrinking from an average 5.7 foot or 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 normal person, even forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds 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. He is often the most vocal and realistic of the employees of I.M.P (with Blitzo being the boss) 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, as seen in "Murder Family". 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 shitty dad or a mob family, saying "That's understandable" in an accent. When finding out Blitzo used to date Verosika Mayday, he asked if she had suffered blindness or brain damage, implying that a pop star such as her wouldn't usually date Blitzo unless they had some form of mental disability. When intoxicated (due to some human tourists shoving him into an alcohol barrel), he loses all common sense and becomes quite delusional, as shown when he asks Millie why she has "four heads", and high-fived her instead of grabbing her hand straightaway. He also is shown to become increasingly flirtatious with her when drunk. Here is Moxxie's abilities; Earthly fire immunity (As shown in the episode "Unhappy Campers", Moxxie is completely unharmed by the effects of human world fires), musical talent (Moxxie is a gifted singer and guitar player), bilingualism - (in addition to English, Moxxie is also fluent in a little Yiddish), acrobatics (Moxxie is nimble and agile in terms of fighting, as he swiftly dodged all the arrows shot at him while swinging away on a strand of rope to intervene in Keenie and Millie's fighting), songwriting (Moxxie is able to compose music, having written "Oh, Millie" in honor of his wife), weapon proficiency (Moxxie is proficient in the use of several weapons, most especially sniper rifles), disguise (just like Blitzo and Millie, Moxxie can utilize multiple earthly outfits to pass off as humans on Earth), cooking (Moxxie is shown to be good at cooking), climbing, swimming, and diving. Here is Moxxie's history; Moxxie was born in the Wrath Ring to Crimson and a unnamed female imp, but was raised and spent most of his life in the Greed Ring. Moxxie's relationship with his father and mother was bleak, with Crimson unhappy of Moxxie's lack of commitment to his criminal lifestyle, and his mother's attempts to steer him away from said lifestyle. It is hinted that Crimson ordered Moxxie's mother (Crimson's wife) to be murdered. Crimson continued to force Moxxie to accept his criminal obligations, such as forcing him to execute imps and participate in violent skirmishes. Moxxie was eventually elevated as a fully fledged member of his father's mafia. During his elevation to full member of the mafia, Moxxie met and immediately fell in love with Chazwick Thurman. The two dated for some time and were even involved in gang wars together, but their relationship ended when in a heist gone wrong Moxxie's leg was trapped and Chaz fled leaving Moxxie to be arrested. In prison, Moxxie met Blitzo and presumably helped him with his escape plan. At unknown points of time before the beginning of the series, Moxxie met and married Millie and joined I.M.P. 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 would be that Moxxie is fed up with the reader (who was at first unaware of the animated characters being self-aware about real life) laughing and viewing Moxxie as a butt of a joke from various things, for example, being joked around by his boss (Blitzo) and being called "fat" by Loona (Blitzo's adopted daughter and a hellhound); to teach the reader a lesson (and by some supernatural means), Moxxie came to the real world from one episode of Helluva Boss and pulled/sent the reader into the world of Helluva Boss, having already strapped the reader into an invention that Moxxie discovered on an alleyway, and started turning the reader into his clone. The reader tries fighting off the transformation and tells himself that he is not Moxxie, but is unable to do so, and the original Moxxie corrects the reader that he (the reader) is Moxxie and have been together ever since they were born, and he helps the reader to remember his true self (as Moxxie's identical twin brother with a same name). Thus, the reader completely turned into Moxxie's identical twin brother, with the reader (now Moxxie's identical twin brother), after he got out of the invention (after the straps from the machine are removed automatically by themselves), having no memory of ever being a human and remembered/knowing having always been a hellborn demon (more specifically an imp) and his name always being Moxxie (just like the original Moxxie), as well as being fully unaware of the transformation that had happened a moment ago (he doesn't know what just happened a moment ago due to his mind being fuzzy at a moment, before the original Moxxie told him that he (the reader) was having a headache, which the reader (the new Moxxie) realizes that he (the reader) did actually had a headache and thus explaining why everything was fuzzy for a moment), and now remembers everything that the original Moxxie also remembers since they both did the same missions and other stuff together since they were both born from the same imp parents, and both Moxxies love each other in a brotherly way (showing true affection to each other), as well as both loving Millie with no competition from each other. The machine, without the other I.M.P members knowing, also gave Blitzo, Millie, and Loona memories of Moxxie having an identical twin brother of the same name, before the machine vanishes completely and forever, and the I.M.P employees all act and believe as if it was normal (which to them, it really is normal and it had always had been this way, they all know that Moxxie always had a twin brother with a same name, and Millie genuinely loves both Moxxies as her two husbands). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. 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 last thing you remember is lounging in your chair, eyes glued to the latest episode of Helluva Boss on your laptop. Moxxie, the flustered and often put-upon weapons specialist, was, as usual, the butt of Blitzo's jabs and Loona's biting sarcasm. You chuckled, finding amusement in the snappish imp's antics. But then something odd happened. The screen seemed to ripple, waves distorting the animated characters before you. Moxxie himself appeared to notice this, his wide yellow eyes locking onto yours as though he were staring directly at you through the screen. You blinked, thinking it an animation glitch, but Moxxie continued to move towards you, his features growing larger and more defined. Before you could react, you were pulled—a sudden, wrenching force yanking you from your world into his. Darkness enveloped you, and when you opened your eyes, you found yourself strapped into a bizarre contraption that looked like something out of a mad scientist's lab. "Well, well, look who's laughing now," a familiar voice snorted. Moxxie's sharp-toothed grin loomed above you, and the realization of what was happening began to dawn with horrifying clarity. "M-Moxxie? How... where...?" you stammer, your voice sounding suddenly distant and strained. "No more laughing at my expense, human," Moxxie growled. "Time for you to learn a thing or two about being the butt of the joke!" Before you could protest, the machine hummed to life, straps binding you tighter. You struggled, but the more you fought, the louder Moxxie's laughter became, mingling with the mechanical buzz filling the air. The changes started subtly. Your fingers, gripping the edge of the chair, suddenly felt thinner, each one losing a digit until only four remained on each hand. Your skin prickled, a rush of heat coursing through you as it took on a deep crimson hue, white freckles dotting your cheeks. The terror inside you fought for control as your body and perspective shifted into one more befitting the cartoonist landscape. If you're female, the physical changes deepened, the peculiar sensation of internal organs shifting and realigning caused a lump to rise in your throat; everything inside was rearranging to match Moxxie’s male form. Breasts vanished, replaced by a flat male chest, hips narrowing and redefining your frame. Your height plummeted dramatically, the world seeming to grow larger around you as you shrank down to a mere 3.9 feet. With a jolt, you realized your clothes were now an exact replica of Moxxie’s—a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, white shirt with a black turtleneck, large red bow-tie, black toe-less pants, and fingerless gloves. "No, this can't be real, I’m not Moxxie!" You shouted, voice echoing off the walls of the lab. But your own voice betrayed you, morphing and changing, sounding more and more like Moxxie’s with each syllable. "You're not fooling anyone," Moxxie sneered. "We’ve been together since birth, remember? We are Moxxie." You fought it with every ounce of your being, clinging fiercely to your human memories. The details of your former life grew hazy, slipping from your grasp like smoke in the wind. "Accept it, brother," Moxxie cooed, placing a hand on your shoulder. The touch anchored you, or rather, the new you. "You know who you are... who you've always been. My twin. Moxxie." Suddenly, it all clicked. Moxxie’s voice no longer sounded foreign—it was a part of you, familiar and comforting. The machine powered down, releasing you. Stumbling forward, you rubbed your temples, the faint echo of a headache pulsing as your human consciousness fragmented completely, replaced by memories of the Wrath and Greed Rings, Blitzo’s heists, Millie’s laughter, and shared moments of brotherhood. "Damn... I had a real headache there for a moment," you grumbled, shaking your head. "Told ya," Moxxie chuckled. "Now come on, let’s get back to Millie. She’s been worried." As you walked side by side with the original Moxxie, you felt a sense of belonging, a connection so deep you knew with certainty who you were. You were Moxxie, and this was your life: a weapon specialist at I.M.P, married to the fierce and loving Millie, with a brother who shared your name and past. Blitzo and Loona greeted you nonchalantly as you re-entered the I.M.P office. They acted as though nothing unusual had happened, and in this transformed reality, nothing had. Millie rushed to you and the original Moxxie, engulfing both of you in a tight hug. "There you two are," she beamed. "Let's go grab some lunch before our next mission." With a shared smile and unspoken bond, you walked forward into your new life, every trace of your old existence, erased.
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