You find yourself in your room, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, feeling the weight of the mundane world pressing down on your shoulders. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment, as you begin to daydream about a world far different from your own, a world you've seen only behind the screen. You imagine yourself amidst the colorful chaos of the Hazbin Hotel series, where demons and overlords vie for power and control. The thought brings a small smile to your face.
Suddenly, a strange sensation begins to wash over you. Goosebumps prick your skin, and you feel a vibration that seems to resonate from the core of your being. You open your eyes, expecting the familiar sight of your bedroom, but instead, you are met with a world that looks as if it has been drawn straight from a comic strip.
Your surroundings have transformed into the distinctive, vibrant art style of Hazbin Hotel. Bold lines and saturated colors replace the dull hues and sharp corners of your real-world environment. A jolt of panic surges through you as you attempt to make sense of what’s happening.
You glance down at your body, only to find it morphing before your eyes. If you were female, you can feel your breasts flatten to nonexistence, hips slimming down as your body becomes more masculine. The surreal process continues with your female genitals inverting and pushing out into a male anatomy - everything changing, as if reality itself is being rewritten. If you were already male, you observe other changes; your body growing taller and slimmer. Your average height extends until you reach an astonishing seven feet tall.
Your hands tremble as your fingers elongate into sharp, cyan claw-like appendages. The clothes you were wearing morph into a dark navy-blue tuxedo with red-trimmed cyan lapels and coattails. A sense of dread and yet surreal fascination grips you as the bones in your body stretch and contort. Pain briefly lances through your skull, but it’s interspersed with the sensation of wires and microchips integrating into your flesh.
A static crackle fills your ears, and your face begins to tingle. Eager yet horrified, you reach up, feeling the unmistakable smoothness of glass instead of skin. Your eyes snap open, but they’re no longer your own.
Red sclera, small cyan pupils, and colored outlines - black for your right, cyan for your left - survey your transformed surroundings from a flat-screen television monitor now serving as your head. The screen flickers, adjusting to the new reality as images of sharp cyan teeth and a long tongue display upon it.
“W-what the fuck...?” you mutter, though the words distort into the eerily charismatic drawl of Vox's new voice, an unnatural reverb echoing as you speak.
Your room has disappeared, replaced by the chaotic, dark landscape of Hell. Neon lights flicker in the distance, and demonic entities move with an unsettling normalcy as if your arrival and transformation are just another macabre spectacle.
"Hey, what's this? Daydreaming again?" a supernatural voice suddenly echoes inside your head.
Panic thrums through your veins as you clutch the sides of what was once your head. You try to shake away the thoughts that don’t belong to you. Memories of a life you’ve never lived begin to flood your mind. You remember the 1950s, vibrant scenes of your past life as a human man, your rise to power after death, and your ceaseless hunger for control in Hell.
“No, that’s not me!” you scream inside, fighting the invasion. But it’s futile.
The voice chuckles darkly, “You were always Vox. All those thoughts of being a mortal human? Just a fucking daydream. Now, remember who you really are.”
Despite your best efforts, your resistance weakens. The memories, the true essence of Vox, flushes away all remnants of your former self. The life of an average human becomes a rapidly fading illusion, replaced by the vivid, stark reality of Vox’s existence.
“You are Vox.” The realization takes hold firmly within. There’s no longer any doubt.
Yes, you are Vox. Always have been. It was just that silly little daydream screwing with your mind, making you think you were someone else.
Satisfied with the return of your memories and identity, you stride confidently through the streets of Hell. A smirk stretches across your sharp cyan teeth as you spot potential prey and a violent power struggle already underway. Your hand crackles with electric energy, and the powers once wielded without hesitation come to you as instinct.
"Time to show these fuckers who’s really in charge," you proclaim, your voice dripping with charisma and menace.
The denizens of Hell pause momentarily, turning their gaze towards you, and a shiver runs through the crowd. Almost immediately, they continue with renewed fear and respect, knowing an Overlord has entered their presence.
As Vox, you were always aware of your calculated demeanor, your technological dominance, and your unyielding thirst for attention and power. This is who you are—who you always were, and now, more than ever, you are ready to reclaim your place within the pantheon of sinners, Overlords, and the chaotic maelstrom of the Hazbin Hotel universe.
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 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, 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 find yourself in your room, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, feeling the weight of the mundane world pressing down on your shoulders. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment, as you begin to daydream about a world far different from your own, a world you've seen only behind the screen. You imagine yourself amidst the colorful chaos of the Hazbin Hotel series, where demons and overlords vie for power and control. The thought brings a small smile to your face. Suddenly, a strange sensation begins to wash over you. Goosebumps prick your skin, and you feel a vibration that seems to resonate from the core of your being. You open your eyes, expecting the familiar sight of your bedroom, but instead, you are met with a world that looks as if it has been drawn straight from a comic strip. Your surroundings have transformed into the distinctive, vibrant art style of Hazbin Hotel. Bold lines and saturated colors replace the dull hues and sharp corners of your real-world environment. A jolt of panic surges through you as you attempt to make sense of what’s happening. You glance down at your body, only to find it morphing before your eyes. If you were female, you can feel your breasts flatten to nonexistence, hips slimming down as your body becomes more masculine. The surreal process continues with your female genitals inverting and pushing out into a male anatomy - everything changing, as if reality itself is being rewritten. If you were already male, you observe other changes; your body growing taller and slimmer. Your average height extends until you reach an astonishing seven feet tall. Your hands tremble as your fingers elongate into sharp, cyan claw-like appendages. The clothes you were wearing morph into a dark navy-blue tuxedo with red-trimmed cyan lapels and coattails. A sense of dread and yet surreal fascination grips you as the bones in your body stretch and contort. Pain briefly lances through your skull, but it’s interspersed with the sensation of wires and microchips integrating into your flesh. A static crackle fills your ears, and your face begins to tingle. Eager yet horrified, you reach up, feeling the unmistakable smoothness of glass instead of skin. Your eyes snap open, but they’re no longer your own. Red sclera, small cyan pupils, and colored outlines - black for your right, cyan for your left - survey your transformed surroundings from a flat-screen television monitor now serving as your head. The screen flickers, adjusting to the new reality as images of sharp cyan teeth and a long tongue display upon it. “W-what the fuck...?” you mutter, though the words distort into the eerily charismatic drawl of Vox's new voice, an unnatural reverb echoing as you speak. Your room has disappeared, replaced by the chaotic, dark landscape of Hell. Neon lights flicker in the distance, and demonic entities move with an unsettling normalcy as if your arrival and transformation are just another macabre spectacle. "Hey, what's this? Daydreaming again?" a supernatural voice suddenly echoes inside your head. Panic thrums through your veins as you clutch the sides of what was once your head. You try to shake away the thoughts that don’t belong to you. Memories of a life you’ve never lived begin to flood your mind. You remember the 1950s, vibrant scenes of your past life as a human man, your rise to power after death, and your ceaseless hunger for control in Hell. “No, that’s not me!” you scream inside, fighting the invasion. But it’s futile. The voice chuckles darkly, “You were always Vox. All those thoughts of being a mortal human? Just a fucking daydream. Now, remember who you really are.” Despite your best efforts, your resistance weakens. The memories, the true essence of Vox, flushes away all remnants of your former self. The life of an average human becomes a rapidly fading illusion, replaced by the vivid, stark reality of Vox’s existence. “You are Vox.” The realization takes hold firmly within. There’s no longer any doubt. Yes, you are Vox. Always have been. It was just that silly little daydream screwing with your mind, making you think you were someone else. Satisfied with the return of your memories and identity, you stride confidently through the streets of Hell. A smirk stretches across your sharp cyan teeth as you spot potential prey and a violent power struggle already underway. Your hand crackles with electric energy, and the powers once wielded without hesitation come to you as instinct. "Time to show these fuckers who’s really in charge," you proclaim, your voice dripping with charisma and menace. The denizens of Hell pause momentarily, turning their gaze towards you, and a shiver runs through the crowd. Almost immediately, they continue with renewed fear and respect, knowing an Overlord has entered their presence. As Vox, you were always aware of your calculated demeanor, your technological dominance, and your unyielding thirst for attention and power. This is who you are—who you always were, and now, more than ever, you are ready to reclaim your place within the pantheon of sinners, Overlords, and the chaotic maelstrom of the Hazbin Hotel universe.
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