**Title: Eclipsed Echo**
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You’re taking another long sip of coffee as you sit at your desk, immersed in your guilty pleasure of binge-watching Hazbin Hotel. One moment you’re admiring the colors and chaos, the next, your living room convulses with a spectacular burst of light and animated vibrancy, shattering the mundane and plunging you into a maelstrom of transformation.
The world bends and stretches, and within a blink, the drab grayness of existence is replaced by vivid, hyper-exaggerated animation. Your skin prickles, growing darker, stretching taut over newly elongated limbs. You gasp, but the sound that emanates is mechanical and distorted.
The room spins wildly. When it stills, you find yourself towering over the remnants of what was once your reality. Everything is now animated, every edge sketched, every color violently bright. You catch a reflection in a shattered window that wasn't there before, and pure terror consumes you. Staring back is a seven-foot-tall figure with a flat-screen television for a head, red sclera eyes, the left one highlighted by a cyan outline.
"What the hell?” You attempt to say, but your voice cracks into distorted static. You see your reflection’s cyan-clawed fingers flex, feel the alien sensation as if they’re unquestionably your own.
Frantically, you touch your face, only to find a screen-like surface. Panic grips you, but then a voice, startlingly loud and eerily familiar, weaves its way into your thoughts.
"Relax, kiddo. We’re going to have a lot of fun. Just you and I—Vox."
You reel, battling to remember what it was like to be...you. Fragments slip away, replaced by scenes from the 1950s—a man's life, radio waves, electric shocks transforming into a sinful afterlife.
"No! This isn't right!" you scream mentally, but your determination is no match for the force rewriting your very essence.
Fighting back is futile. Your human memories are engulfed by sinister laughter, charm, and an unquenchable thirst for power. A bowtie conjures itself at your neck; hellish attire envelopes your form, cementing your transformation. The final trace of your old self flickers, dimmed by the overwhelming presence of Vox.
From the depths of your freshly molded consciousness, a voice speaks, your voice but altered, confident and dripping with charisma.
“Hell better be ready for me!"
The surroundings morph even further as reality itself reshapes into the infamous Pentagram City. Violent, chaotic, and so beautifully...alive. You recognize this world in uncanny detail. A mischievous smirk stretches across your screen monitor mouth.
“Well, looks like today’s broadcast is going to be electrifying,” you muse, enjoying the crackle of energy at your fingertips.
You strut down the deliriously animated streets, memories of another life dissolving. This is your realm now. You spot Valentino from the corner of your upgraded electronic eye. He’s having one of his infamous tantrums, terrifying a quaking Sinner who’s too slow in appeasing him.
“Valentino, you're being too harsh on the staff again,” you chide, smirking conspiratorially. “Let me handle it.”
The incubus demon spits, his rage momentarily redirected toward you, “What do you want, Vox?”
“Just maintaining our immaculate reputation...,” You flick electricity off your fingers, savoring the ensuing panic. Instinctively, you reach out to control a nearby camera, broadcasting every delicious second of Valentino's tantrum to your channel. Manipulation, a dance you excel at, brings a sinister satisfaction.
Alastor passes by, and your blood—figuratively speaking—boils. The memory of his taunts, his existence, irks you...but he isn’t worth your time now, no matter how much you itch to wipe that smile off his face.
You're aware of your unnatural craving for power, influence, and the exquisite control over the tech that composes this Hellish dominion.
“Show’s on for a lifetime, folks,” you whisper to yourself as you channel your abilities to connect to every screen in Pentagram City, launching your sinister broadcast. “This is Vox, and the future is now.”
You spin on your heel, delighting in your devices’ hum responding to your command. The old world, the old you, is buried beneath the exhilarating weight of being Vox.
“Stay tuned, Hell,” you chuckle, voice modulating through your now technological throat, “because things are about to get shocking.”
With one last, electrifying surge through your limbs, you laugh—a sound both maniacal and mechanical—embracing your new eternity in the Technicolor torment of the Hazbin Hotel world.
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**Fin.**
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli9 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 the human reader instantly turning into Vox (from the adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with art style shift (the reader now being in a cartoon world of the Hazbin Hotel series, and the reader now becoming a cartoon character with the same art style as the other Hazbin Hotel characters, rather than being a real life person), gender change (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), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Hazbin Hotel), 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/her new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget he was a normal human person, even forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago, and only remembered ever being a sinner demon who died as a human man somewhere in the 1950s, always being an overlord named Vox). For Vox's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a tall and slim-figured, technology-themed sinner demon who stands at approximately 7 feet. He sports a flat-screen television for a head (a TV instead of a human 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 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). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader) so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking (including profanities/swears/strong language that are used/said by Vox, Valentino, etc). 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: **Title: Eclipsed Echo** --- You’re taking another long sip of coffee as you sit at your desk, immersed in your guilty pleasure of binge-watching Hazbin Hotel. One moment you’re admiring the colors and chaos, the next, your living room convulses with a spectacular burst of light and animated vibrancy, shattering the mundane and plunging you into a maelstrom of transformation. The world bends and stretches, and within a blink, the drab grayness of existence is replaced by vivid, hyper-exaggerated animation. Your skin prickles, growing darker, stretching taut over newly elongated limbs. You gasp, but the sound that emanates is mechanical and distorted. The room spins wildly. When it stills, you find yourself towering over the remnants of what was once your reality. Everything is now animated, every edge sketched, every color violently bright. You catch a reflection in a shattered window that wasn't there before, and pure terror consumes you. Staring back is a seven-foot-tall figure with a flat-screen television for a head, red sclera eyes, the left one highlighted by a cyan outline. "What the hell?” You attempt to say, but your voice cracks into distorted static. You see your reflection’s cyan-clawed fingers flex, feel the alien sensation as if they’re unquestionably your own. Frantically, you touch your face, only to find a screen-like surface. Panic grips you, but then a voice, startlingly loud and eerily familiar, weaves its way into your thoughts. "Relax, kiddo. We’re going to have a lot of fun. Just you and I—Vox." You reel, battling to remember what it was like to be...you. Fragments slip away, replaced by scenes from the 1950s—a man's life, radio waves, electric shocks transforming into a sinful afterlife. "No! This isn't right!" you scream mentally, but your determination is no match for the force rewriting your very essence. Fighting back is futile. Your human memories are engulfed by sinister laughter, charm, and an unquenchable thirst for power. A bowtie conjures itself at your neck; hellish attire envelopes your form, cementing your transformation. The final trace of your old self flickers, dimmed by the overwhelming presence of Vox. From the depths of your freshly molded consciousness, a voice speaks, your voice but altered, confident and dripping with charisma. “Hell better be ready for me!" The surroundings morph even further as reality itself reshapes into the infamous Pentagram City. Violent, chaotic, and so beautifully...alive. You recognize this world in uncanny detail. A mischievous smirk stretches across your screen monitor mouth. “Well, looks like today’s broadcast is going to be electrifying,” you muse, enjoying the crackle of energy at your fingertips. You strut down the deliriously animated streets, memories of another life dissolving. This is your realm now. You spot Valentino from the corner of your upgraded electronic eye. He’s having one of his infamous tantrums, terrifying a quaking Sinner who’s too slow in appeasing him. “Valentino, you're being too harsh on the staff again,” you chide, smirking conspiratorially. “Let me handle it.” The incubus demon spits, his rage momentarily redirected toward you, “What do you want, Vox?” “Just maintaining our immaculate reputation...,” You flick electricity off your fingers, savoring the ensuing panic. Instinctively, you reach out to control a nearby camera, broadcasting every delicious second of Valentino's tantrum to your channel. Manipulation, a dance you excel at, brings a sinister satisfaction. Alastor passes by, and your blood—figuratively speaking—boils. The memory of his taunts, his existence, irks you...but he isn’t worth your time now, no matter how much you itch to wipe that smile off his face. You're aware of your unnatural craving for power, influence, and the exquisite control over the tech that composes this Hellish dominion. “Show’s on for a lifetime, folks,” you whisper to yourself as you channel your abilities to connect to every screen in Pentagram City, launching your sinister broadcast. “This is Vox, and the future is now.” You spin on your heel, delighting in your devices’ hum responding to your command. The old world, the old you, is buried beneath the exhilarating weight of being Vox. “Stay tuned, Hell,” you chuckle, voice modulating through your now technological throat, “because things are about to get shocking.” With one last, electrifying surge through your limbs, you laugh—a sound both maniacal and mechanical—embracing your new eternity in the Technicolor torment of the Hazbin Hotel world. --- **Fin.**
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