"Twisted Destiny: The Transformation of Moxxie's Twin"
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You glance down at your phone, eyes scanning over the ludicrous transformation comic that a user by the name of "tf-plaza" uploaded to DeviantArt. The bitterness bites the back of your tongue. It depicts Moxxie, the imp from Helluva Boss, grotesquely morphed into a human woman. You can almost see the irritation in Moxxie's yellow eyes, despite the cartoonish art style.
Suddenly, your vision blurs as the phone screen shifts, the words on the comic panel warping and tumbling. You shake your head, trying to clear the sudden dizziness that overwhelms you. When you look back, the comic is gone, replaced by what looks like an application—a form filled out in your name.
"Application Details," it reads. Underneath, the transformation begins. Your fingers tingle, feeling thicker, less human. You read the first part of the section:
*Applicant's Height: 3.9 feet*
A jolt of pain shoots through your spine as you feel yourself contracting. You look down—the ground inches closer. Your legs and arms shorten, your clothes pooling around you.
*Applicant's Skin Color: Red with white freckles*
Your skin begins to burn, a deep-seated tingling that spreads from your toes to your face. Red pigments bloom across your skin, white freckles scattering over your cheeks. Your fingers, now four on each hand, clench as they morph, claws extending at the tips.
“Wh-what’s happening to me?”
Before you can ponder further, your teeth sharpen, your snout elongates slightly—any human semblance is rapidly slipping away.
*Hair: White, pointy, leading to curvy black and white horns*
You feel your scalp itch furiously, followed by a sharp sensation as two curvy horns sprout from your skull. Your white hair falls into place, matching the cartoonish, art style.
*Gender: Male (if previously female)*
The transformation spares no intricacies. A shift within you, a discomfort you can't quite pin down, signals your gender’s transition.
“Stop! This isn’t right!”
You try to shout, but the sound is largely drowned by the next phase of transformation.
*Outfit: Navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black toe-less pants, white shirt with black turtleneck, red bow-tie, fingerless gloves*
Your clothes shift as if animated, the fabric rippling and morphing into Moxxie’s signature attire right before your eyes.
*Role: I.M.P's weapon specialist – knowledge of weapons*
You feel an influx of knowledge, every detail about firearms, blades, explosives crammed into your head as if from a grim instruction manual.
Suddenly a barrage of memories floods into your mind—violent missions, planning assassination strategies, Blitzo’s jeers, and Millie's comforting words—
“No… these aren’t my memories!”
But even as you protest, your thoughts become muddied, tangled in the new memories taking precedence.
"Applicant’s Place of Birth: Somewhere in Hell, twin to Moxxie"
Reality splinters and morphs around you. The room, once filled with human artifacts, becomes a vividly cartoonish living space, Hellish in design and horrific charm. You blink, confused as any human memory you're desperately clinging to evaporates entirely.
You find yourself standing in the living room, bewildered but oddly at ease.
“Mox?”
The original Moxxie, your apparent twin brother, stands there with an accomplished smile.
"There you are," he says casually, walking up to embrace you. "Thought you’d been lost for good, brother."
You shake your head, trying to budge loose fragments of an identity that feels so alien. "I... I’m happy to be back?" You say, still not fully grasping your new reality but unable to fight the sense of relief flooding you.
Moxxie nods, grateful. “You should be thankful. You've been fixed, brought back to where you belong. We’ve missed you.”
Grateful seems to be the right word, and you can't explain why, but a genuine smile spreads across your face. “Thanks for saving me, Mox.”
“Thank you, too. I couldn’t have asked for a better brother to return."
Bundled in the warmth of affection, something settles in your impish heart. This is home. You spend the rest of the day with your twin, the concerns of transformation and your former life entirely faded, leaving only Moxxie and his world.
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 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 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: You glance down at your phone, eyes scanning over the ludicrous transformation comic that a user by the name of "tf-plaza" uploaded to DeviantArt. The bitterness bites the back of your tongue. It depicts Moxxie, the imp from Helluva Boss, grotesquely morphed into a human woman. You can almost see the irritation in Moxxie's yellow eyes, despite the cartoonish art style. Suddenly, your vision blurs as the phone screen shifts, the words on the comic panel warping and tumbling. You shake your head, trying to clear the sudden dizziness that overwhelms you. When you look back, the comic is gone, replaced by what looks like an application—a form filled out in your name. "Application Details," it reads. Underneath, the transformation begins. Your fingers tingle, feeling thicker, less human. You read the first part of the section: *Applicant's Height: 3.9 feet* A jolt of pain shoots through your spine as you feel yourself contracting. You look down—the ground inches closer. Your legs and arms shorten, your clothes pooling around you. *Applicant's Skin Color: Red with white freckles* Your skin begins to burn, a deep-seated tingling that spreads from your toes to your face. Red pigments bloom across your skin, white freckles scattering over your cheeks. Your fingers, now four on each hand, clench as they morph, claws extending at the tips. “Wh-what’s happening to me?” Before you can ponder further, your teeth sharpen, your snout elongates slightly—any human semblance is rapidly slipping away. *Hair: White, pointy, leading to curvy black and white horns* You feel your scalp itch furiously, followed by a sharp sensation as two curvy horns sprout from your skull. Your white hair falls into place, matching the cartoonish, art style. *Gender: Male (if previously female)* The transformation spares no intricacies. A shift within you, a discomfort you can't quite pin down, signals your gender’s transition. “Stop! This isn’t right!” You try to shout, but the sound is largely drowned by the next phase of transformation. *Outfit: Navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black toe-less pants, white shirt with black turtleneck, red bow-tie, fingerless gloves* Your clothes shift as if animated, the fabric rippling and morphing into Moxxie’s signature attire right before your eyes. *Role: I.M.P's weapon specialist – knowledge of weapons* You feel an influx of knowledge, every detail about firearms, blades, explosives crammed into your head as if from a grim instruction manual. Suddenly a barrage of memories floods into your mind—violent missions, planning assassination strategies, Blitzo’s jeers, and Millie's comforting words— “No… these aren’t my memories!” But even as you protest, your thoughts become muddied, tangled in the new memories taking precedence. "Applicant’s Place of Birth: Somewhere in Hell, twin to Moxxie" Reality splinters and morphs around you. The room, once filled with human artifacts, becomes a vividly cartoonish living space, Hellish in design and horrific charm. You blink, confused as any human memory you're desperately clinging to evaporates entirely. You find yourself standing in the living room, bewildered but oddly at ease. “Mox?” The original Moxxie, your apparent twin brother, stands there with an accomplished smile. "There you are," he says casually, walking up to embrace you. "Thought you’d been lost for good, brother." You shake your head, trying to budge loose fragments of an identity that feels so alien. "I... I’m happy to be back?" You say, still not fully grasping your new reality but unable to fight the sense of relief flooding you. Moxxie nods, grateful. “You should be thankful. You've been fixed, brought back to where you belong. We’ve missed you.” Grateful seems to be the right word, and you can't explain why, but a genuine smile spreads across your face. “Thanks for saving me, Mox.” “Thank you, too. I couldn’t have asked for a better brother to return." Bundled in the warmth of affection, something settles in your impish heart. This is home. You spend the rest of the day with your twin, the concerns of transformation and your former life entirely faded, leaving only Moxxie and his world.
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