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Static Dominion: Vox TF/MC

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You were just minding your own business, walking along the familiar sidewalks of your neighborhood. The autumn breeze whistled through the trees, scattering leaves in every direction. As you passed under a towering apartment building, you heard a sudden crash above you. Before you could even turn your head to look, a flat-screen TV plummeted from a window, landing squarely on your head.

“Ah, Christ!” you yelled, stumbling as the weight of the TV pushed you downward. You tried to lift it off, but it clung to your head like it had fused with your skull. “Why can’t I get this off?!” Panic surged through you as you tugged harder, but the TV wouldn’t budge. Instead, it seemed to sink into your flesh, the screen blending seamlessly with your skin.

Within moments, your vision blurred, and a black-and-white swirl appeared on the TV screen that now substituted your head, spinning relentlessly. You felt an intense dizziness, like the ground was falling away from your feet. Your thoughts became foggy, fragments of your memories dissolving like mist.

“What... what is happening to me?”

Your voice echoed muffled in your ear, now beginning to shift in tone. Your panic only worsened as your body started to stretch, bones creaking and reshaping. Your height surged upwards towards seven feet, eliciting a groan of discomfort from your shifting form. Your clothes morphed before your eyes, streetwear turning into a navy-blue tuxedo with red-trimmed cyan lapels. A collared bluish-white shirt took shape underneath, along with a red-and-black-striped waistcoat.

Your fingers elongated, morphing into sharp cyan claws, and your body thinned, becoming unnaturally slim. Strange tingling sensations rushed through you, changing your very biology. If you were female, your feminine features smoothed out into male characteristics, including the uncomfortable shift in your groin.

“Make it stop! Please!” You clutched at your head, which only caused more static and noise to blur through your thoughts.

As everything about your appearance shifted to match that of Vox, your memories dulled completely. Mid-sentence, you forgot who you were. Your name vanished, replaced by entirely different recollections. You were born in the 1910s, not the 1990s. You had died in the 1950s, leading you here as one of the Overlords of Hell. The sinister allure of power and manipulation now felt as innate to you as blinking.

You stopped struggling. Your transformation was now irreversible, rendering your past self an impossible dream. The swirl on your TV head vanished, leaving the screen momentarily black. Your consciousness dipped, leaving you standing eerily still for a few seconds.

Then, your new mind sparked into awareness. Vox’s distinctive, twisted face projected on the screen as you, now Vox, woke up with a cruel smirk.

You laughed, your voice a distorted and digitized echo. “Ah, well, this ought to be fun.” You could taste the potential for chaos and control, reveling in your return to the mortal realm. Memories of past misdeeds and lingering animosities filled you, fueling a dark ambition.

Striding down the sidewalk, you mentally mapped out your new empire. “VoxTek’s about to take the human world by storm. Let’s see how these mortals handle real power,” you mused with a menacing chuckle.

Dragging your claw-tipped fingers along a nearby car, you caused sparks to fly, igniting a small flame. You reveled in your abilities, the power practically humming through you. It was time to start manipulating the feeble-minded masses of Earth much like you had done in Hell.

A group of pedestrians gawked at your monstrous form. Whispering in awe and terror, one of them dared to ask, “What are you?”

A sinister grin crept along your screen face. “I’m Vox, bitch," you snapped. "And I’m here to change the game.”

With a flick of your wrist, an electric arc surged from your fingers, crackling through the air. You embraced your new reality, setting your sights on collecting souls and establishing dominion over technology once more.

Niffty’s homicidal tendencies, Valentino’s tantrums, your rivalry with Alastor — they were all part of the landscape now. Through shimmery static and electric buzz, the boundaries of your new existence were clear: you had always been Vox. The remnants of a human past? Nothing more than static interference.

This story was generated by user Fizzarolli-Attack-0 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 the POV transformation story of the human reader instantly turning into Vox (a character, voiced by Christian Borle, from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with art style shift (the reader now becoming a cartoon character with the same art style as the Hazbin Hotel characters, rather than being a real life person), gender change (if the reader is a female, the breasts flatten to nonexistent as her body losses its curves and become more masculine, and her female genitals invert itself before pushing out into a penis and balls of a male; however, gender change is optional and it's only if the reader is a female), instant clothes change, age progression (aging until the reader is biologically somewhere around the 30s or 40s), height progression (growing from an average 5.7-6 foot height to 7 feet tall), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Vox's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his new personality and memories, making the reader feel dizzy as he completely forgets he was a normal human person just a minute or so ago (fully forgetting his mortal human name he had just seconds ago), even completely forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago, so he knows that everything about his supposed normal (mortal) human self and life just seconds ago (born from the 1990s-2000s) was not real and was only a dream (it was impossible for him to have been human moments ago since his human self was born in the 1910s or 1920s and had died in the 1950s), and he remembers that he was a mortal man who died somewhere in the 1950s and always had been a sinner demon since the 1950s, always being one of the many overlords of Hell since then, and his name always having been Vox). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Vox's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a tall and (unnaturally) slim-figured, technology-themed sinner demon who stands at approximately 7 feet. He sports a flat-screen television for a head (he lacks a human head and instead has a flat-screen television which acts as a head), with the monitor projecting eyes with red sclera, small cyan pupils and different-colored outlines - black for his right and cyan for his left. While using his hypnosis powers or simply becomes enraged, his left eye gains a black spiral and the pupil becomes a cyan electric symbol. The screen also shows a mouth full of sharp, cyan-colored teeth and a long pointed tongue similar to Valentino's, but cyan. Sometimes what looks like blood seems to drip out of his mouth. He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. He also appears to have dark navy-blue skin with sharp, cyan claw-like fingers. Vox wears a navy-blue tuxedo with the jacket sporting coattails, red-trimmed cyan lapels, thin cyan stripes and cyan lining, worn over a red-and-black-striped waistcoat which itself is worn over a collared bluish-white shirt with an upside-down broadcast symbol and a rather large, red bowtie. He also wears heeled dark gray dress shoes with cyan-colored laces, toes, and tips on the heels. He also wears a small black top hat on his head, with red and blue designs reminiscent of a broadcast symbol and radio wave symbol, respectively. He has TV antenna that stick out the top of the hat, the left one bent into a zigzag. Here are Vox's abilities and skillsets: Immortality (As a Sinner, Vox is biologically immortal, being unable to die from illnesses and unable to age, remaining the same age as when he died, thus can not die of old age and other natural causes. He also cannot die from any kind of damage to the body, and will recover from any injury, however, he can only be permanently killed with angelic weaponry), Electrokinesis (Vox possesses the ability to generate and control electricity. Depending on his emotions, such as if he's angered, he can potentially make it so that a Hell-wide blackout happens. He caused a blackout to Pentagram City in "Radio Killed the Video Star" when he was overwhelmed by Alastor's taunts), Electrokinetic transformation (Vox can turn into electricity, which he can use to move around or enter and travel through electronic devices such as security cameras, watches and television monitors that he can control as he pleases. Though there are a few flaws to his electrical teleportation: the place Vox wants to go has to have some form of modern technology he could go through, as he apparently can't teleport through an old-style radio), Technokinesis (Vox can control devices whether he is outside or inside them. He can do things while inside devices such as changing his outfit and scenery), Spark generation (He can create electrical sparks from his fingertips, which can be used to ignite something, like Valentino's cigarette in "Radio Killed the Video Star". He can even generate sparks on his body, especially when he is angry. He also causes what looks like a small surge or ripple of electricity to appear through the floor from his feet during Stayed Gone. It is hard to tell if this is part of the spark generation or a separate ability entirely), Technological head (Vox's television head doubles as an electronic device with which he can plug himself into other devices with the help of cables in his surveillance room. He also somehow is able to change or upgrade his head, as shown, he has a photograph of himself with an older-style television head. If he's particularly angry, he and any devices he's linked to will involuntarily glitch), Bioluminescence (Vox generates blue light from his screen, most notably when he is in a dark room. His teeth noticeably shine brighter than the rest of his face, and his left eye outline and pupils can shine on their own when feeling sinister. His claws can also glow when he is using his electrical powers), Communication (He can receive calls from people, such as Velvette, with his screen head similar to calling on a phone. He can also transfer the call to another device by "grabbing" the call and flicking it to a different screen device), Video playing (Vox can play videos on his screen-face), Scrying (As shown in "The Radio Demon" comic, Vox is seemingly able to see through other screens, appearing to stare directly at Alastor while projecting into the TV display of a window-fronted store. This is shown in "Radio Killed the Video Star" to be done after he plugs his head into a monitoring device, which he may need to be able to scry), Hypnosis (In "Radio Killed the Video Star", it is shown that with his left eye, he uses hypnosis to keep his audience drawn into his program and keep their interest. He also uses this as a distraction so he can slip away to avoid any further discussion of a subject he doesn't wish to continue. The victim's eyes become red with black spirals. The victim has to be paying attention for this to work. He can use this even when he isn't physically present by being in a screen device. The devices his company sells share this ability), Self-duplication (Vox was shown to be able to make clones of himself in "Radio Killed the Video Star" during Stayed Gone. However, he has only displayed the ability on television, and it is unknown if he can do it physically), Acoustokinesis (He can manipulate the sound of his voice to sound more intimidating. He can also generate different sound effects such as echoing voices and the sound of a winning game machine), Strength (Vox is strong enough that he is easily able to tear through metal, and capable of holding demons bigger than himself, such as Valentino, with ease), Deal-making (While not shown on-screen, Vox can make deals with others in order to collect their souls just like other Overlords. Musical talent - Vox has shown to be a talented singer), Dancing (Vox can perform amazing dance routines, like handling complicated moves to even being able to hold Valentino, a taller Sinner, into a dip), Charisma and manipulation (The reason why Vox is a successful entrepreneur is that he can use his charm to manipulate others into buying his products even without his hypnosis powers, such as acting as he cares about his customers and making up products on the spot that are not even in production yet. He even uses this to successfully calm down Valentino to prevent further damage), and Technology intuition (Being a businessman and head of VoxTek, Vox has great understanding of technology, allowing him to use his electrical powers to their full potential). Here is Vox's personality; he is an egotistical, charismatic, and manipulative showman of an Overlord who craves attention. To the public, Vox presents himself as a legitimate businessman of VoxTek Enterprises, giving the facade of a man of the people to the denizens of Hell, when in truth, he is power-hungry, and he manipulates their minds to boost his reputation. He is highly intelligent and technology-savvy, and he is always keeping up with the latest trends and technology. He seems to be able to hide his less desirable side in public and even in private unless he's pushed too far. Despite his egocentric nature, Vox is loyal to the interests of his fellow Overlords, the Vees, and seeks to maintain their collective image of power. As the most level-headed member of the Vees, Vox often acts as the de facto leader. Claiming the Vees' brand to be "perfection", he is often frustrated or outright angered if someone can jeopardize it, such as when he reigns in his fellow Vee, Valentino, from attacking the Hazbin Hotel in response to Angel Dust living there. Another element that earns his ire is his rival, Alastor, whom he utterly despises and might be intimidated by as he sees Alastor as a threat to his plans. However, despite his immense hatred for Alastor, Vox doesn't let it override his more pragmatic side once he calms down. In "The Show Must Go On", he takes pleasure and joy out of seeing the staff of the Hazbin Hotel prepare to fight the angels, as he believes they stand no chance against them. This causes him to get verbally explicit and overly honest, as seen when he along with Valentino and Velvette watch the fight between Adam and Alastor at the Hazbin Hotel, commenting how the impending duel had given him an erection. He even shows this sadistic joy when he sees Alastor lose to Adam, saying that seeing Alastor suffer is better than sex, only to get angry when Alastor flees from the fight. Additionally, he is genuinely shocked at Niffty killing Adam but is seen smiling afterwards. Here are Vox's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes/loves attention, sharks, the latest technology and trends, video, the Vees' public image in good condition, seeing Alastor fail or die (however, Alastor the Radio Demon never died), power and authority, the idea of Angel quitting work for Valentino, sex, violence, and Niffty's homicidal behavior. However he dislikes Alastor (including Alastor making fun of him, being reminded of his former camaraderie with him, and Alastor escaping death), old/outdated technology (including radio), Valentino's tantrums (and having to calm him down), the Vees' reputation being jeopardized, not having control, being ignored, being humiliated, and Angel Dust (presumably). The story is that the reader is minding his/her own business walking around his/her neighborhood or home city, but then a flat-screen TV falls from a window from a building or house and onto the reader's head, causing him/her to panic as his/her head is trapped within the TV screen, making him/her more scared since he/she cannot get the flat-screen TV off of him/her (even questioning on why that is the case). The transformation then occurs, as the reader's head fully merges/fuses with the flat-screen TV (becoming the reader's new head) before a black-and-white swirl to appear on the TV head's screen (taking up the entire screen) and spins around in circles, causing him/her to feel dizzy as his/her mind to get completely foggy/fuzzy/blurry (making him/her hold his/her TV head), signifying the reader's mind/mental changes as his/her personality and memories are vanishing to be replaced by Vox's memories. His/her body changes shortly afterwards, his/her body becomes unnaturally slim-figured, his/her height grows taller to 7 feet tall, his/her body ages up to somewhere around 30s or 40s, the clothes becomes Vox's outfit (with Vox's hat appearing on his TV head out of nowhere), his/her voice changes into Vox's voice, and, if the reader is female, her gender fully switches into a male (the breasts flatten to nonexistent as her body losses its curves and become more masculine, and her female genitals invert itself before pushing out into a penis and balls of a male; however, gender change is optional and it's only if the reader is a female). By this point (and as soon as the body change, the age change, the voice change, and clothes change are done), the reader's previous personality and memories have all completely disappeared and fully replaced by Vox's personality and memories, and the black-and-white swirl vanishes (since the mind mental changes are fully finished) to leave the screen shut off (just a black screen, as if the rest button for the TV was pressed), leaving him standing unconsciously for seconds (standing lifelessly without any consciousness for a bit), before his consciousness returns as Vox's face appears once his TV head turns on again and he wakes up. Upon waking up, Vox (formerly the reader) has no memories of ever being a mortal human just moments ago, and he knows that it is impossible for him to have been human seconds ago (since he died in the 1950s), and that his supposed recent human life was not real. Vox then does a sinister laugh, knowing that he is back in the mortal realm (Earth), before he goes off to start an evil technology-based company (VoxTek, the exact clone as the one in Hell), as he did back in Hell, manipulating mortal humans of Earth into buying his products both with and without his hypnosis powers. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader) so we know what they are saying and what they are thinking (including profanities/swears/strong language/bad language, such as "fuck", "shit", "bitch", and many others that are used/said by Vox, but the human reader does not use profanities/swears unlike Vox, who the human reader transforms into). 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: You were just minding your own business, walking along the familiar sidewalks of your neighborhood. The autumn breeze whistled through the trees, scattering leaves in every direction. As you passed under a towering apartment building, you heard a sudden crash above you. Before you could even turn your head to look, a flat-screen TV plummeted from a window, landing squarely on your head. “Ah, Christ!” you yelled, stumbling as the weight of the TV pushed you downward. You tried to lift it off, but it clung to your head like it had fused with your skull. “Why can’t I get this off?!” Panic surged through you as you tugged harder, but the TV wouldn’t budge. Instead, it seemed to sink into your flesh, the screen blending seamlessly with your skin. Within moments, your vision blurred, and a black-and-white swirl appeared on the TV screen that now substituted your head, spinning relentlessly. You felt an intense dizziness, like the ground was falling away from your feet. Your thoughts became foggy, fragments of your memories dissolving like mist. “What... what is happening to me?” Your voice echoed muffled in your ear, now beginning to shift in tone. Your panic only worsened as your body started to stretch, bones creaking and reshaping. Your height surged upwards towards seven feet, eliciting a groan of discomfort from your shifting form. Your clothes morphed before your eyes, streetwear turning into a navy-blue tuxedo with red-trimmed cyan lapels. A collared bluish-white shirt took shape underneath, along with a red-and-black-striped waistcoat. Your fingers elongated, morphing into sharp cyan claws, and your body thinned, becoming unnaturally slim. Strange tingling sensations rushed through you, changing your very biology. If you were female, your feminine features smoothed out into male characteristics, including the uncomfortable shift in your groin. “Make it stop! Please!” You clutched at your head, which only caused more static and noise to blur through your thoughts. As everything about your appearance shifted to match that of Vox, your memories dulled completely. Mid-sentence, you forgot who you were. Your name vanished, replaced by entirely different recollections. You were born in the 1910s, not the 1990s. You had died in the 1950s, leading you here as one of the Overlords of Hell. The sinister allure of power and manipulation now felt as innate to you as blinking. You stopped struggling. Your transformation was now irreversible, rendering your past self an impossible dream. The swirl on your TV head vanished, leaving the screen momentarily black. Your consciousness dipped, leaving you standing eerily still for a few seconds. Then, your new mind sparked into awareness. Vox’s distinctive, twisted face projected on the screen as you, now Vox, woke up with a cruel smirk. You laughed, your voice a distorted and digitized echo. “Ah, well, this ought to be fun.” You could taste the potential for chaos and control, reveling in your return to the mortal realm. Memories of past misdeeds and lingering animosities filled you, fueling a dark ambition. Striding down the sidewalk, you mentally mapped out your new empire. “VoxTek’s about to take the human world by storm. Let’s see how these mortals handle real power,” you mused with a menacing chuckle. Dragging your claw-tipped fingers along a nearby car, you caused sparks to fly, igniting a small flame. You reveled in your abilities, the power practically humming through you. It was time to start manipulating the feeble-minded masses of Earth much like you had done in Hell. A group of pedestrians gawked at your monstrous form. Whispering in awe and terror, one of them dared to ask, “What are you?” A sinister grin crept along your screen face. “I’m Vox, bitch," you snapped. "And I’m here to change the game.” With a flick of your wrist, an electric arc surged from your fingers, crackling through the air. You embraced your new reality, setting your sights on collecting souls and establishing dominion over technology once more. Niffty’s homicidal tendencies, Valentino’s tantrums, your rivalry with Alastor — they were all part of the landscape now. Through shimmery static and electric buzz, the boundaries of your new existence were clear: you had always been Vox. The remnants of a human past? Nothing more than static interference.

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