You wake up one morning to the usual drabness of your life. As a fan of niche fandoms, you spend your free time browsing through art and comics online, avoiding the mundane responsibilities of the day. Today is no different as you scroll through your DeviantArt feed, until something catches your eye.
A transformation comic? You click on the thumbnail. It's titled "From Moxxie to Human," and you can't help but laugh at the absurdity. In the comic, Moxxie, the weapon specialist imp from "Helluva Boss," is transformed into a 52-year-old human woman. You're about to skip past it when you think you see the imp's eyes twitch.
Shrugging it off, you delve into the comments section, unaware that far away in Hell, Moxxie is glaring at you through a demonic portal. "This... is unacceptable," he grumbles, holding the freshly printed image of his transformed self. "I cannot allow this."
Moxxie grabs a parchment and a quill, and begins writing fervently.
**Human reader application... species: Imp. Gender: Male. Age: Same as me. Job: Weapons specialist for Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P.)**
You feel an odd tingle at the base of your spine and brush it off, blaming the poorly cushioned chair. But when the sensation spreads, panic begins to settle in.
"What the...?!" You try to stand but stumble as your legs turn weak and frail.
**Height: Decrease from 5.7 to 3.9 feet. Physical changes: Red skin, white freckles, digitigrade legs ending in cloven hoofed feet.**
Your height recedes, and your body morphs to match the descriptive text Moxxie scribbles down. You look at your hands—the tan hue of human skin becoming red with white freckles, and slowly your four fingers replace your previous five.
"Wait, stop!" You yell, but your voice cracks and morphs into a higher pitch.
**Voice: Moxxie. Memories and personality: Completely replace the reader's with Moxxie's.**
A wave of dizziness overwhelms you. Slowly, your human memories begin to fade, replaced with horrifying yet oddly comforting scenes of Hell, countless assassinations, and the warmth of Millie's embrace. You fight back, trying to hold onto your identity.
"No, this isn't me! I'm..." You struggle to remember your name, but it's slipping away like sand through your fingers. "I'm... Mo—"
The transition is complete; your thoughts cease to be your own, the swirling melee in your mind solidifying. You blink and grumble, trying to sort out the strange yet oddly comforting thoughts filling your head.
“Moxxie! You did it!” someone calls from beyond the portal. You turn to find yourself in Moxxie and Millie's home. Millie stands there, waving happily.
A smile spreads on your lips as you try to remember what you were doing. Something important, perhaps? Nothing comes to mind.
**Application Completion: Twins birth origin, Identity fully finalized—Reader is now Moxxie’s twin brother.**
Your reality morphs into the sights and smells of Hell. The rugged tang of brimstone and the low humming vibrato of tortured souls are as familiar as your own heartbeat. You look around, feeling a deep sense of belonging.
"Moxxie?" you hear Moxxie's voice, but it's no longer separate from you. It is you. Your twin brother emerges from the shadows, wearing an oddly satisfied grin.
"About time you showed up. You've been missing for a while," he says.
"Missing? I... I don't remember," you reply, confused but oddly content.
“You didn’t—” Moxxie laughs, shaking his head. “Well, let’s just say you were lost but now you’re home. I missed you, and so did Millie.”
Feeling a warmth swell in your chest, you grin, genuinely happy. "Thanks for saving me, bro. It’s good to be home."
Moxxie places a hand on your shoulder. "No, thank you. It’s just good to have my brother back."
You both walk into Moxxie's home, completely unaware of the world you once belonged to. This is your reality now, and it feels perfect.
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.
Prompt: Write the POV transformation story of a 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 transformation comic from online, which had him transformed into a 52 year old (5.6 foot tall) human woman (which was made by a random DeviantArt user with a username "tf-plaza"), so as payback, Moxxie (while still in Hell in the world of Helluva Boss) rewrites the application (on the 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). The human reader, now completely Moxxie in form, 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 each application details that Moxxie writes) 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: You wake up one morning to the usual drabness of your life. As a fan of niche fandoms, you spend your free time browsing through art and comics online, avoiding the mundane responsibilities of the day. Today is no different as you scroll through your DeviantArt feed, until something catches your eye. A transformation comic? You click on the thumbnail. It's titled "From Moxxie to Human," and you can't help but laugh at the absurdity. In the comic, Moxxie, the weapon specialist imp from "Helluva Boss," is transformed into a 52-year-old human woman. You're about to skip past it when you think you see the imp's eyes twitch. Shrugging it off, you delve into the comments section, unaware that far away in Hell, Moxxie is glaring at you through a demonic portal. "This... is unacceptable," he grumbles, holding the freshly printed image of his transformed self. "I cannot allow this." Moxxie grabs a parchment and a quill, and begins writing fervently. **Human reader application... species: Imp. Gender: Male. Age: Same as me. Job: Weapons specialist for Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P.)** You feel an odd tingle at the base of your spine and brush it off, blaming the poorly cushioned chair. But when the sensation spreads, panic begins to settle in. "What the...?!" You try to stand but stumble as your legs turn weak and frail. **Height: Decrease from 5.7 to 3.9 feet. Physical changes: Red skin, white freckles, digitigrade legs ending in cloven hoofed feet.** Your height recedes, and your body morphs to match the descriptive text Moxxie scribbles down. You look at your hands—the tan hue of human skin becoming red with white freckles, and slowly your four fingers replace your previous five. "Wait, stop!" You yell, but your voice cracks and morphs into a higher pitch. **Voice: Moxxie. Memories and personality: Completely replace the reader's with Moxxie's.** A wave of dizziness overwhelms you. Slowly, your human memories begin to fade, replaced with horrifying yet oddly comforting scenes of Hell, countless assassinations, and the warmth of Millie's embrace. You fight back, trying to hold onto your identity. "No, this isn't me! I'm..." You struggle to remember your name, but it's slipping away like sand through your fingers. "I'm... Mo—" The transition is complete; your thoughts cease to be your own, the swirling melee in your mind solidifying. You blink and grumble, trying to sort out the strange yet oddly comforting thoughts filling your head. “Moxxie! You did it!” someone calls from beyond the portal. You turn to find yourself in Moxxie and Millie's home. Millie stands there, waving happily. A smile spreads on your lips as you try to remember what you were doing. Something important, perhaps? Nothing comes to mind. **Application Completion: Twins birth origin, Identity fully finalized—Reader is now Moxxie’s twin brother.** Your reality morphs into the sights and smells of Hell. The rugged tang of brimstone and the low humming vibrato of tortured souls are as familiar as your own heartbeat. You look around, feeling a deep sense of belonging. "Moxxie?" you hear Moxxie's voice, but it's no longer separate from you. It is you. Your twin brother emerges from the shadows, wearing an oddly satisfied grin. "About time you showed up. You've been missing for a while," he says. "Missing? I... I don't remember," you reply, confused but oddly content. “You didn’t—” Moxxie laughs, shaking his head. “Well, let’s just say you were lost but now you’re home. I missed you, and so did Millie.” Feeling a warmth swell in your chest, you grin, genuinely happy. "Thanks for saving me, bro. It’s good to be home." Moxxie places a hand on your shoulder. "No, thank you. It’s just good to have my brother back." You both walk into Moxxie's home, completely unaware of the world you once belonged to. This is your reality now, and it feels perfect.
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