Transcendence: The Transformation of Moxxie
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The room around you quiets as your eyes scan through an online forum, your cursor hovering over an intriguing transformation comic. The hubbub of the real world fades as your curiosity takes over, urging you to click on the link made by a user named "tf-plaza." Your screen flashes, and a comic panel appears, strangely captivating.
The comic depicts a familiar character, Moxxie, but altered into an entirely different form—a 52-year-old human woman. You chuckle at the absurdity yet can't shake off the eerie precision of its details. Your amusement is interrupted with a jolt as your vision blurs. A tickling sensation crawls over your skin, twisting and turning, rewriting the very fabric of your being.
“What the...?” you mutter, but your voice catches in your throat.
You stumble back from your desk, the world around you tilting like some grotesque carnival ride. Your legs feel strange, elongating and twisting, shrinking down. Glancing down in horror, you see your skin turning a familiar shade of red, white freckles dotting your cheeks.
A flick of movement behind you—a tail—your tail—whips into view, the flesh thinning into a demonic point. Your clothes morph, no longer the comfort of jeans and a t-shirt but a naval-black coat with red buttons, white cuffs, and black toe-less pants.
“Oh no, this can't be happening!” you think, a wave of dizziness overtaking you as you grasp at fleeting memories of your human life. But each memory is a quivering shadow, fading like ink in water.
Your fingers, now only four in number, grasp at your transformed face. Snout. No nose. Sharp teeth. Eyes widening, the mirror on your wall seems to pull you in. You stare—no, Moxxie stares back at you, from an identical impish reflection.
Desperately, you try to cling to your old self, but it's slipping away. Thoughts of culinary arts, musical theater, and weaponry warp your mind. The memory of Millie’s warm embrace overtakes any recollection of your old life.
"Who...who am I?" You mumble, but the name escapes you. It's like trying to hold water in a net. Moxxie. Your name is Moxxie.
The paper on your desk—a transformed application filled with Moxxie's meticulous handwriting—beckons. You lift it, the words spelling out everything about your new existence. As if reading a prophecy, you see your birthplace in Hell, your true form, a second Moxxie. Reality ripples.
Waves of Hell's eerie crimson light seep into your surroundings, transforming your mundane room into the familiar dwelling shared with your wife Millie. Everywhere you look, it's undeniably Hell.
Your knees give out, and you fall against the doorframe of your newly morphed home, feeling dizzy and disoriented. The door swings open, and there he stands—the original Moxxie, your brother.
"There you are. You’ve been missing for a while," he says softly, genuine concern in his yellow sclera eyes, which eerily mirror your own. "I was starting to worry."
"Missing?" you repeat, confusion intertwining with acceptance. Missing from where, from whom? Surely not from this place that feels so right.
Moxxie steps forward, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry. You’re back where you belong. With us.”
A wave of warm relief washes over you, and the last wisps of your former humanity fade into oblivion. "Thank you... for bringing me home," you say—no, Moxxie says.
"Thank you," the original Moxxie replies, eyes moistening. "I should be the one thanking you. Having my brother home means the world to me."
Hand in hand, you both step inside, a united front of sibling affection and care. You’re home—this is home. And any notion otherwise is beyond reach, lost in a void you no longer care to recall.
After all, you are Moxxie. Only ever Moxxie, the loyal weapon specialist of I.M.P., in the world of Helluva Boss, with your brother by your side. And that's all that matters.
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 a POV transformation story of a human reader completely turning into an identical clone of Moxxie (from an 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: The room around you quiets as your eyes scan through an online forum, your cursor hovering over an intriguing transformation comic. The hubbub of the real world fades as your curiosity takes over, urging you to click on the link made by a user named "tf-plaza." Your screen flashes, and a comic panel appears, strangely captivating. The comic depicts a familiar character, Moxxie, but altered into an entirely different form—a 52-year-old human woman. You chuckle at the absurdity yet can't shake off the eerie precision of its details. Your amusement is interrupted with a jolt as your vision blurs. A tickling sensation crawls over your skin, twisting and turning, rewriting the very fabric of your being. “What the...?” you mutter, but your voice catches in your throat. You stumble back from your desk, the world around you tilting like some grotesque carnival ride. Your legs feel strange, elongating and twisting, shrinking down. Glancing down in horror, you see your skin turning a familiar shade of red, white freckles dotting your cheeks. A flick of movement behind you—a tail—your tail—whips into view, the flesh thinning into a demonic point. Your clothes morph, no longer the comfort of jeans and a t-shirt but a naval-black coat with red buttons, white cuffs, and black toe-less pants. “Oh no, this can't be happening!” you think, a wave of dizziness overtaking you as you grasp at fleeting memories of your human life. But each memory is a quivering shadow, fading like ink in water. Your fingers, now only four in number, grasp at your transformed face. Snout. No nose. Sharp teeth. Eyes widening, the mirror on your wall seems to pull you in. You stare—no, Moxxie stares back at you, from an identical impish reflection. Desperately, you try to cling to your old self, but it's slipping away. Thoughts of culinary arts, musical theater, and weaponry warp your mind. The memory of Millie’s warm embrace overtakes any recollection of your old life. "Who...who am I?" You mumble, but the name escapes you. It's like trying to hold water in a net. Moxxie. Your name is Moxxie. The paper on your desk—a transformed application filled with Moxxie's meticulous handwriting—beckons. You lift it, the words spelling out everything about your new existence. As if reading a prophecy, you see your birthplace in Hell, your true form, a second Moxxie. Reality ripples. Waves of Hell's eerie crimson light seep into your surroundings, transforming your mundane room into the familiar dwelling shared with your wife Millie. Everywhere you look, it's undeniably Hell. Your knees give out, and you fall against the doorframe of your newly morphed home, feeling dizzy and disoriented. The door swings open, and there he stands—the original Moxxie, your brother. "There you are. You’ve been missing for a while," he says softly, genuine concern in his yellow sclera eyes, which eerily mirror your own. "I was starting to worry." "Missing?" you repeat, confusion intertwining with acceptance. Missing from where, from whom? Surely not from this place that feels so right. Moxxie steps forward, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry. You’re back where you belong. With us.” A wave of warm relief washes over you, and the last wisps of your former humanity fade into oblivion. "Thank you... for bringing me home," you say—no, Moxxie says. "Thank you," the original Moxxie replies, eyes moistening. "I should be the one thanking you. Having my brother home means the world to me." Hand in hand, you both step inside, a united front of sibling affection and care. You’re home—this is home. And any notion otherwise is beyond reach, lost in a void you no longer care to recall. After all, you are Moxxie. Only ever Moxxie, the loyal weapon specialist of I.M.P., in the world of Helluva Boss, with your brother by your side. And that's all that matters.
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