You flip through the final pages of your novel as reality begins to warp and twist around you. The letters seem to dance on the page before they fade away into darkness. Suddenly, you feel a jolt through your entire body, like an electric shock, as the real world around you dissolves into a blur of colors and sounds.
Your vision splits into static, and an all-consuming darkness swallows everything. You aren't sure if your eyes are open or closed at this point. When the void takes form again, the sight that greets you is far from the everyday mundanity you were used to. Neon signs, twisted, infernal skyscrapers, and the cacophonous ambiance of Pentagram City all come into view. Your first realization hits you hard: you’re in the world of "Hazbin Hotel."
Panic rises within you, and you try to speak, but the voice that leaves your lips is not your own. It's deeper, suave, almost sinister, curling around each word like a snake climbing its prey. "What the—" Your hands snap to your throat, but they aren't your hands. They’re... claws. Sharp, cyan claw-like fingers meet your gaze, and your skin is a dark navy blue.
Your body shudders violently. If you were female, your curves vanish, your chest flattens, and you feel a horrifying shift in your groin as your genitals invert and transform entirely. Your height surges, the world around you shrinking as you grow to an imposing seven feet. Your clothes transform into a finely-tailored navy-blue tuxedo with coattails, cyan accents, and a red-and-black-striped waistcoat.
Mirrors line the walls of a nearby building, the cracks forming a distorted reflection. You almost wish you hadn't looked. Your head is gone. A flat-screen television sits atop your shoulders. Eyes with red sclera and cyan, electric pupils stare back at you. Your mouth, filled with needle-like cyan teeth, can’t help but curl into a wicked grin involuntarily. The sharp, pointed tongue flickers across those monstrous teeth, grinding the transformation deeper into your psyche.
You frantically press your hand against your head, attempting to comprehend the bizarre transformation. An ethereal, mocking voice echoes in your mind, "You’ve always been Vox. A moment of daydreaming about being a mere human… amusing. Now, remember your true self."
"No..." you protest, but your voice weakens as the memories flood in. Memories of reigning as an overlord since the 1950s, of endless power, manipulation, and a cunning mind that is both feared and revered. Memories of plotting with Valentino and Velvette—the Vees.
Your resistance becomes futile as the voice drowns out your mortal thoughts. It convinces you that the life you thought you had was no more than a dream, a fleeting delusion of a mortal past. You surrender, your thoughts melding into Vox's as if they always belonged there. You are Vox; you always have been.
Vox's unholy charisma takes over, making you fully remember your egoistic, charismatic, and manipulative nature. Electric sparks flicker at your fingertips, embodying the raw power you now wield. You laugh, the sound echoing in a sinister symphony, aware that the mortals below have no understanding of the nightmare you've become.
"Hey, boss man! You seemed a bit spaced out for a second." Valentino's voice cuts through, making you look toward the slick, suave overlord.
Your new instinct takes over, a calm smirk crossing your screen-face. "Just a lapse in the infernal broadcast, Val. Nothing more than static."
Velvette joins in, weaving her way gracefully to your side, "Maybe you've been watching too much of your own programming, darling."
Your laugh is electric, tapping into the foundation of Hell itself. "Can't have too much of a good thing, Velv. Now, where were we with improving our little 'network'?"
Alastor’s snide, taunting voice echoes in the distance—an all too familiar anchor tethering you to your newfound reality. Genuine loathing surges through you, hating him with every fiber of your being, now remembering exactly why he annoys you so. “Alastor... That bastard is going to pay.”
This is your life. Always was. There's no trace of the human you once were, the world you once knew. Only the high-voltage existence of Vox, with all its power, paranoia, and pleasure. The transformation is complete, irreversible, and as you stand towering over Hell’s twisted city, there is no questioning your true identity.
The voice solidifies it: "You are Vox, and you’ll always be Vox."
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli5 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 a POV transformation story of a 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, 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), 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, as the supernatural voice is echoed inside his/her head to tell him that he was daydreaming about being a normal and mortal human of Earth, so instead the voice told the reader that he had always been Vox and that he is now remembering his true life and self (Vox) again, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his new personality and memories, making the reader fully trust and believe in the voice inside his head 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 was not real and was only a dream, and he remembers that he was and always had been a sinner demon who died as a human man somewhere in the 1950s, always being one of the many overlords of Hell since 1950s 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). 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, Velvette, Valentino, etc, but the human reader doesn't 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 flip through the final pages of your novel as reality begins to warp and twist around you. The letters seem to dance on the page before they fade away into darkness. Suddenly, you feel a jolt through your entire body, like an electric shock, as the real world around you dissolves into a blur of colors and sounds. Your vision splits into static, and an all-consuming darkness swallows everything. You aren't sure if your eyes are open or closed at this point. When the void takes form again, the sight that greets you is far from the everyday mundanity you were used to. Neon signs, twisted, infernal skyscrapers, and the cacophonous ambiance of Pentagram City all come into view. Your first realization hits you hard: you’re in the world of "Hazbin Hotel." Panic rises within you, and you try to speak, but the voice that leaves your lips is not your own. It's deeper, suave, almost sinister, curling around each word like a snake climbing its prey. "What the—" Your hands snap to your throat, but they aren't your hands. They’re... claws. Sharp, cyan claw-like fingers meet your gaze, and your skin is a dark navy blue. Your body shudders violently. If you were female, your curves vanish, your chest flattens, and you feel a horrifying shift in your groin as your genitals invert and transform entirely. Your height surges, the world around you shrinking as you grow to an imposing seven feet. Your clothes transform into a finely-tailored navy-blue tuxedo with coattails, cyan accents, and a red-and-black-striped waistcoat. Mirrors line the walls of a nearby building, the cracks forming a distorted reflection. You almost wish you hadn't looked. Your head is gone. A flat-screen television sits atop your shoulders. Eyes with red sclera and cyan, electric pupils stare back at you. Your mouth, filled with needle-like cyan teeth, can’t help but curl into a wicked grin involuntarily. The sharp, pointed tongue flickers across those monstrous teeth, grinding the transformation deeper into your psyche. You frantically press your hand against your head, attempting to comprehend the bizarre transformation. An ethereal, mocking voice echoes in your mind, "You’ve always been Vox. A moment of daydreaming about being a mere human… amusing. Now, remember your true self." "No..." you protest, but your voice weakens as the memories flood in. Memories of reigning as an overlord since the 1950s, of endless power, manipulation, and a cunning mind that is both feared and revered. Memories of plotting with Valentino and Velvette—the Vees. Your resistance becomes futile as the voice drowns out your mortal thoughts. It convinces you that the life you thought you had was no more than a dream, a fleeting delusion of a mortal past. You surrender, your thoughts melding into Vox's as if they always belonged there. You are Vox; you always have been. Vox's unholy charisma takes over, making you fully remember your egoistic, charismatic, and manipulative nature. Electric sparks flicker at your fingertips, embodying the raw power you now wield. You laugh, the sound echoing in a sinister symphony, aware that the mortals below have no understanding of the nightmare you've become. "Hey, boss man! You seemed a bit spaced out for a second." Valentino's voice cuts through, making you look toward the slick, suave overlord. Your new instinct takes over, a calm smirk crossing your screen-face. "Just a lapse in the infernal broadcast, Val. Nothing more than static." Velvette joins in, weaving her way gracefully to your side, "Maybe you've been watching too much of your own programming, darling." Your laugh is electric, tapping into the foundation of Hell itself. "Can't have too much of a good thing, Velv. Now, where were we with improving our little 'network'?" Alastor’s snide, taunting voice echoes in the distance—an all too familiar anchor tethering you to your newfound reality. Genuine loathing surges through you, hating him with every fiber of your being, now remembering exactly why he annoys you so. “Alastor... That bastard is going to pay.” This is your life. Always was. There's no trace of the human you once were, the world you once knew. Only the high-voltage existence of Vox, with all its power, paranoia, and pleasure. The transformation is complete, irreversible, and as you stand towering over Hell’s twisted city, there is no questioning your true identity. The voice solidifies it: "You are Vox, and you’ll always be Vox."
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