You sit in front of your glowing screen in the darkened room, your eyes fixated on the fan art of Alastor you’d found online. The Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel has always fascinated you, but tonight, there was a new intensity to your interest. It was as if his broad smile cut deeper into your thoughts.
"Wouldn’t it be amazing to be that strong? That charismatic?" you think to yourself.
Out of nowhere, the room's temperature drops, chilling the air around you. You shiver, glancing over your shoulder suspiciously. The screen goes black, then crackles back to life with a static-filled broadcast. Alastor steps through your screen, his imposing seven-foot frame casting a dark shadow over you.
“Oh dear listener, I’ve had quite enough of these rather distasteful fictions,” Alastor announces, his voice layered with the crackle of old radio frequencies. “It’s time to teach a valuable lesson in the most entertaining way.”
Before you can react, you feel a strong hand gripping your arm, enveloping you in inky black shadows. You struggle, but it’s no use. The world around you disintegrates into darkness, replaced by the swirling, chaotic energy of Hell.
Your feet slam onto the harsh crimson stone of Hell's surface. You're disoriented and horrified, staring up at Alastor, who stands tall and amused.
“This place,” you whisper, “this can’t be real.”
“You’ll find reality and fiction blend seamlessly here,” Alastor grins, raising his cane. Strange symbols—Voodoo veve—glow red and float around you. "Let’s see how you enjoy being on the other side of the veil."
Your skin tingles like a current of electricity is running through you. You look down as your clothes begin to change, transforming into the elegant red pinstripe suit characteristic of Alastor. Your body stretches and warps, growing taller and thinner. You catch sight of your hands as they pale into a beige coloration, your fingers elongating into red-clawed digits. Panic sets in as you feel your face tighten into an unyielding, unnaturally broad smile.
“No, no, no! This isn’t right!” you try to scream, but your voice comes out in a vintage crackle. You feel an itch at your scalp and your reflection in a puddle shows your hair changing to that pinkish-red bob with black tips, antlers protruding from your crown.
“Stop fighting it," Alastor’s smooth voice advises. "You know this is who you are. You’re just waking up from your false human dream."
A floodgate of alien memories invades your mind. You remember the 1930s—the thrill of captivating your radio audience, the dark euphoria of taking lives. You knew the smell of your mother's kitchen, the exact spices in her jambalaya. You and your brother Alastor. The Radio Demons.
Your knees buckle, your new height and form disorienting. You try, desperately, to hold onto your human memories, but they slip away like sand through your fingers. All you can think of is how laughable Charlie Morningstar’s belief in redemption is, but oh how delightful it will be to play along. To help her run the Hazbin Hotel for your amusement—and your brother's.
The struggle ceases. You straighten up, tugging at the lapels of your snazzy pinstripe coat, that ever-present grin etched into your face. You look at Alastor—no, your identical twin brother—with twinkling eyes.
“Well, this will be quite a show, won’t it, Alastor?” you say, your old self completely obliterated.
“Indeed, brother,” Alastor replies, his own crimson eyes glinting with mischief. “Indeed it will be.”
Together, you stride towards the Hazbin Hotel, two formidable forces of sociopathic charm ready to plunge the depths of Hell into your delightful chaos.
This story was generated by user TyTyTyTyTi 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 turning into identical clone of Alastor (from the adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change (becoming the age of 30s-40s years old, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, becoming immortal in the process), height progression (growing from a normal height to 7 feet tall), voice change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulders are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has an unnaturally broad smile (reaching from each cheek's upper area) full of sharp, yellow teeth (he has no ability to frown due to this permanent smile). He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoof-toed feet and red clawed fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. His voice also sounds like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio. Alastor has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form), flexibility (able to contort his body into numerous unnatural poses), demonic magic (able to cast magic thanks to the high power-level he has accrued in the demon ranking system, this magic takes the visual form of glowing red symbols that resemble Voodoo veve, which float around him), shadow manipulation (able to summon shadows and manipulate them into doing his bidding), spatial warping (able to get around with the help of his shadow, allowing teleportation through this ability), portal creation (able to transport others to his location easily via the portals he makes), pyrokinesis (able to summon small balls of fire for display purpose), phytokinesis (able to make plants wilt with a single stare), manifestation, photokinesis (able to project red glowing light from his eyes as well as his microphone), and outfit alteration (capable of changing the outfits of his targets as well as his own with a snap of a finger). He is also capable of various other abilities including deal-making (as Alastor is known to be a deal-maker demon; deal-maker demons like Alastor can increase their power by dealing in souls, which is a very powerful commodity in hell, so they’re seen as very manipulative and not to be toyed with, deal-making is not something every demon can do, as such it is not to be taken lightly as it doesn’t generally work out well for the other party), broadcasting (when he was a living human, Alastor's profession was as a radio show host, and he continues his broadcasts in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him the title of "The Radio Demon"), bilingualism (Alastor can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (Alastor is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his mother's cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (Alastor is known to display moderate vocal abilities and excels at dancing, with some people noting tap to be a style he excels in specifically, he also shows a flair for theatrical showmanship), and wide intellect (Alastor is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives the first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. Alastor's behavior, mannerisms, and even his voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clones, thus turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother (the reader notices that his/her grin was now unnaturally wide and permanent, the reader tries to push his/her grin down to get rid of the grown in order to frown or show fear but cannot due to making emotions other than smiling was not completely impossible, the reader also tries to fight those new memories and personality of Alastor flooding the reader's head, the reader is horrified and not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle, and the voice inside the reader's head tells him/her that this is his true self and he is waking up from his false human dream, making him truly and fully believe in the voice in his head and realizes that he had always been Alastor alongside the original Alastor, having been born as humans from the same human parents, enjoying their mother's cooking and their favorite food jambalaya, them both being radio show hosts and serial killers on Earth before they were both killed, both Alastor twins arriving in He ll as completely identical sinner demons nicknamed "The Radio Demons", as they continued their radio shows in Hell, and, despite finding Charlie Morningstar's (the princess of Hell) belief in redemption laughable, both Alastor twins want to help Charlie run the redemption hotel "Hazbin Hotel", albeit for their own amusement), and the reader's mind has also been completely replaced with Alastor's mind. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story 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: You sit in front of your glowing screen in the darkened room, your eyes fixated on the fan art of Alastor you’d found online. The Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel has always fascinated you, but tonight, there was a new intensity to your interest. It was as if his broad smile cut deeper into your thoughts. "Wouldn’t it be amazing to be that strong? That charismatic?" you think to yourself. Out of nowhere, the room's temperature drops, chilling the air around you. You shiver, glancing over your shoulder suspiciously. The screen goes black, then crackles back to life with a static-filled broadcast. Alastor steps through your screen, his imposing seven-foot frame casting a dark shadow over you. “Oh dear listener, I’ve had quite enough of these rather distasteful fictions,” Alastor announces, his voice layered with the crackle of old radio frequencies. “It’s time to teach a valuable lesson in the most entertaining way.” Before you can react, you feel a strong hand gripping your arm, enveloping you in inky black shadows. You struggle, but it’s no use. The world around you disintegrates into darkness, replaced by the swirling, chaotic energy of Hell. Your feet slam onto the harsh crimson stone of Hell's surface. You're disoriented and horrified, staring up at Alastor, who stands tall and amused. “This place,” you whisper, “this can’t be real.” “You’ll find reality and fiction blend seamlessly here,” Alastor grins, raising his cane. Strange symbols—Voodoo veve—glow red and float around you. "Let’s see how you enjoy being on the other side of the veil." Your skin tingles like a current of electricity is running through you. You look down as your clothes begin to change, transforming into the elegant red pinstripe suit characteristic of Alastor. Your body stretches and warps, growing taller and thinner. You catch sight of your hands as they pale into a beige coloration, your fingers elongating into red-clawed digits. Panic sets in as you feel your face tighten into an unyielding, unnaturally broad smile. “No, no, no! This isn’t right!” you try to scream, but your voice comes out in a vintage crackle. You feel an itch at your scalp and your reflection in a puddle shows your hair changing to that pinkish-red bob with black tips, antlers protruding from your crown. “Stop fighting it," Alastor’s smooth voice advises. "You know this is who you are. You’re just waking up from your false human dream." A floodgate of alien memories invades your mind. You remember the 1930s—the thrill of captivating your radio audience, the dark euphoria of taking lives. You knew the smell of your mother's kitchen, the exact spices in her jambalaya. You and your brother Alastor. The Radio Demons. Your knees buckle, your new height and form disorienting. You try, desperately, to hold onto your human memories, but they slip away like sand through your fingers. All you can think of is how laughable Charlie Morningstar’s belief in redemption is, but oh how delightful it will be to play along. To help her run the Hazbin Hotel for your amusement—and your brother's. The struggle ceases. You straighten up, tugging at the lapels of your snazzy pinstripe coat, that ever-present grin etched into your face. You look at Alastor—no, your identical twin brother—with twinkling eyes. “Well, this will be quite a show, won’t it, Alastor?” you say, your old self completely obliterated. “Indeed, brother,” Alastor replies, his own crimson eyes glinting with mischief. “Indeed it will be.” Together, you stride towards the Hazbin Hotel, two formidable forces of sociopathic charm ready to plunge the depths of Hell into your delightful chaos.
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