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Summoned Home: A Helluva Transformation

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The day began like any other — mundane and filled with a list of to-dos. You’d manage to sneak a bit of free time at work, scrolling through your favorite DeviantArt accounts. As a fan of "Helluva Boss," you couldn't help but chuckle at the numerous fan-made transformation comics. That’s when you stumbled upon the one that instantly pulled you in — a comic featuring Moxxie being turned into a 52-year-old human woman. The comic’s ridiculousness made you laugh, but there was something off about it, something that irked you deep down.

Little did you know, in the world of Hell, your actions summoned the attention of Moxxie himself.

"These clothes don't suit a proper assassin. He must have an elegant suit."

“Huh?” you whisper, feeling a tingling sensation coursing through your entire body. You look down to see your casual human clothes morphing into an elegant navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, your jeans transforming into black toe-less pants, and suddenly you’re sporting fingerless gloves. Panic rises, but you can't seem to move.

"Where are the horns? Can't be an imp without them."

In an instant, your vision blurs as your head throbs. You feel something sprouting, piercing through your scalp. You touch your head to find two curvy, black-and-white striped horns.

"Why doesn't he have a tail? He is an imp after all, so he should have a tail."

The tingling intensifies, focusing on your spine. You wince as a red, thin devil-like imp tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end emerges from your lower back. Your limbs feel different, your hands now have only four fingers, and your feet no longer fit into your shoes as they’ve become cloven and hoof-like.

"Imps aren't this tall. Must make him smaller since he is a true imp."

You shrink, your view rapidly lowering until you’re no higher than 3.9 feet tall. Every inch lost weighs heavy with dread. You try to scream, but words fail you.

"Can't have mortal memories plague this imp, he is better off with knowledge of weaponry."

Your thoughts scramble, flashes of your human life burning away, replaced with new memories, new knowledge. Your mind struggles, trying to cling to anything familiar, but it’s no use. Your favorite recipes, your family, your friends — all vanish. Instead, you're filled with weapon expertise, tactical knowledge, and countless moments spent with Blitzo and Millie.

"And now for this imp's real age, gender, birthplace, preferences, and few other details."

Your human identity dissolves completely. You don’t recall ever being anyone but Moxxie, an efficient weapon specialist working for I.M.P, an imp who prefers cooking and musical theater over killing. You are, quite simply, Moxxie.

Blinking, you find yourself not in your human home, but in the warmly lit residence Moxxie shares with Millie in Hell. It's as if you were always here. A sudden rush of clarity pervades you — where moments ago there was confusion, now there's pure familiarity.

“Welcome back, buddy,” the original Moxxie says, looking at you with a proud smile.

“Back? I— I’ve been missing?” you ask, your mind now clouded with the haze of transformation, an opposing mix of foggy memories swiftly straightening out.

“Yes, you’ve been away for a long time. It took me a while, but I managed to bring you back home where you belong,” Moxxie explains.

“Thank you,” you say, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude. “I didn’t realize how much I missed being here.”

"Thank you for finding your way back," the original Moxxie responds, a sense of completion in his voice. "Having my brother home means the world to me."

You enter the home together, the sense of belonging and familiarity washing over you as you exchange affectionate glances, feeling for the first time in ages that you are truly where you belong.

As the door closes behind you, your previous human life ceases to exist, your thoughts and feelings now solely those of Moxxie. The life of a human is but a distant whisper, lost forever in the echoes of your impish mind.

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 the 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 day began like any other — mundane and filled with a list of to-dos. You’d manage to sneak a bit of free time at work, scrolling through your favorite DeviantArt accounts. As a fan of "Helluva Boss," you couldn't help but chuckle at the numerous fan-made transformation comics. That’s when you stumbled upon the one that instantly pulled you in — a comic featuring Moxxie being turned into a 52-year-old human woman. The comic’s ridiculousness made you laugh, but there was something off about it, something that irked you deep down. Little did you know, in the world of Hell, your actions summoned the attention of Moxxie himself. "These clothes don't suit a proper assassin. He must have an elegant suit." “Huh?” you whisper, feeling a tingling sensation coursing through your entire body. You look down to see your casual human clothes morphing into an elegant navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, your jeans transforming into black toe-less pants, and suddenly you’re sporting fingerless gloves. Panic rises, but you can't seem to move. "Where are the horns? Can't be an imp without them." In an instant, your vision blurs as your head throbs. You feel something sprouting, piercing through your scalp. You touch your head to find two curvy, black-and-white striped horns. "Why doesn't he have a tail? He is an imp after all, so he should have a tail." The tingling intensifies, focusing on your spine. You wince as a red, thin devil-like imp tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end emerges from your lower back. Your limbs feel different, your hands now have only four fingers, and your feet no longer fit into your shoes as they’ve become cloven and hoof-like. "Imps aren't this tall. Must make him smaller since he is a true imp." You shrink, your view rapidly lowering until you’re no higher than 3.9 feet tall. Every inch lost weighs heavy with dread. You try to scream, but words fail you. "Can't have mortal memories plague this imp, he is better off with knowledge of weaponry." Your thoughts scramble, flashes of your human life burning away, replaced with new memories, new knowledge. Your mind struggles, trying to cling to anything familiar, but it’s no use. Your favorite recipes, your family, your friends — all vanish. Instead, you're filled with weapon expertise, tactical knowledge, and countless moments spent with Blitzo and Millie. "And now for this imp's real age, gender, birthplace, preferences, and few other details." Your human identity dissolves completely. You don’t recall ever being anyone but Moxxie, an efficient weapon specialist working for I.M.P, an imp who prefers cooking and musical theater over killing. You are, quite simply, Moxxie. Blinking, you find yourself not in your human home, but in the warmly lit residence Moxxie shares with Millie in Hell. It's as if you were always here. A sudden rush of clarity pervades you — where moments ago there was confusion, now there's pure familiarity. “Welcome back, buddy,” the original Moxxie says, looking at you with a proud smile. “Back? I— I’ve been missing?” you ask, your mind now clouded with the haze of transformation, an opposing mix of foggy memories swiftly straightening out. “Yes, you’ve been away for a long time. It took me a while, but I managed to bring you back home where you belong,” Moxxie explains. “Thank you,” you say, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude. “I didn’t realize how much I missed being here.” "Thank you for finding your way back," the original Moxxie responds, a sense of completion in his voice. "Having my brother home means the world to me." You enter the home together, the sense of belonging and familiarity washing over you as you exchange affectionate glances, feeling for the first time in ages that you are truly where you belong. As the door closes behind you, your previous human life ceases to exist, your thoughts and feelings now solely those of Moxxie. The life of a human is but a distant whisper, lost forever in the echoes of your impish mind.

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