The humdrum of your day is shattered as your computer screen flickers unexpectedly. You lean closer, puzzled by an intrusion you've never seen before. The screen darkens, then brightens with a blood-red hue, and an all-too-familiar voice seeps through the speakers.
“Well, well, what have we here? Another fan of mine, indulging in the fantasies of the online world?” Alastor's silky, vintage radio voice crackles and twists through the room, even though you didn't press play on any video or audio.
"Curious how you humans love to rewrite my tales. Ah, but this time, let’s make it interesting!” The last word reverbates in your core, and before you can react, your vision blurs, the room around you dissolving into static, then complete darkness.
When you regain your senses, you find yourself in a strange realm—colors exaggerated, shadows twisted and elongated. You gulp, recognizing this bizarre, surreal landscape from the depths of Hazbin Hotel's hell. You try to move, calling out in fear, “Hello?”
Your voice resonates back to you but morphs into Alastor’s eerie, charming timbre. You can almost feel the smile stretching impossibly wide across your face. You reach up, your hands soft yet cold—no longer your hands but clawed and pale.
A sense of dread fills you as that haunting voice, identical to the one you now possess, echoes behind you. "Ah, perfect! The transformation suits you, my dear new twin!” You whirl around to see Alastor, grinning with an enthusiasm that sends chills down your spine.
You step back, your body feeling alien as it begins to grow taller, painfully stretching until you're towering at seven feet. You try to resist, pushing against the supernatural force overtaking you, but your limbs obey the new will, moving with a graceful yet malevolent finesse.
The world shifts in a vertigo of memories not your own. Scenes of 1930s radio studios, the thrill of hunting, the taste of your mother’s jambalaya flood your mind. You scream mentally, trying to cling to your real past, but it slips away like sand through your fingers.
"Fight it all you like," Alastor's voice teases inside your mind. "This is your true self awakening, dear brother."
“No! This can't be me!" You manage to vocalize through the haze in your mind, feeling your laugh fighting to erupt unbidden.
“Ah, but it is. Remember our good old days? Our radio shows? The thrill of the hunt? We’ve always been Alastor, twins separated by human folly.” His voice in your head feels reassuring, yet twisted, rewriting your very essence.
As your wails of despair fade into malicious laughter, you embrace the wave of memories genuinely. They flood you completely, erasing the remnants of your human spirit. You feel your persona molding into the charismatic, entirely malevolent Alastor: memories, personality, all subsumed into his own.
The sensation is both liberating and imprisoning as you, Alastor, the Radio Demon, emerge fully realized in body and mind. You look down, flexing your long, dark-clawed fingers, the perpetual smile now feeling natural and right.
The original Alastor extends a hand in a faux brotherly gesture. “Welcome back, brother. Hell is delighted to see you again.”
Together, you stroll into the chaos, cackling, the two Alastors: identical demons, sharing an endless amusement within their dark domain.
---
Epilogue:
“So, you’re helping us now?” Charlie Morningstar eyes suspiciously.
“Why, of course, my charming demon belle,” you reply in the old-fashioned transatlantic accent, voice emitting that signature radio static. “The hotel needs our talents, does it not?”
Vaggie stands close to Charlie, arms crossed, distrust clear in her fierce eyes as she cautions, “We’ll be watching you, both of you.”
Angel Dust saunters by, grinning, “Well, well, double the trouble of the Radio Demons! This’ll be just delightful.”
You wink, filled with a shared sense of mischievous delight, knowing that Hell’s laughter will never fade while the twin Alastors roam. Indeed, Hazbin Hotel has just become a much more interesting den of redemption and 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 the POV transformation story of a human reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from an 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). He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. 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 with his/her hands/fingers to get rid of the smile in order to frown or show fear but cannot due to making emotions other than smiling was 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 (identical to Alastor's 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 Hell 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, before original Alastor welcomes his twin brother (the reader) back home. In the epilogue, the two Alastors (the original one and the reader) are in the Hazbin Hotel helping Charlie Morningstar with her redemption hotel ("Hazbin Hotel"), while also interacting with Vaggie (Charlie's girlfriend, who doesn't trust Alastor or his twin brother, while Charlie trusts Alastor), Angel Dust (an adults/pornographic film actor who's a male spider-like humanoid sinner demon), Husk (a male cat-like humanoid sinner demon with bird-like wings who is a co-worker for Alastor and whose soul is owned by Alastor and his twin brother), and Nifty (a small female cyclops-like humanoid sinner demon who is a co-worker for Alastor and is positively acquainted (Alastor's role having described as having a view of Niffty as like his "obnoxious adopted daughter", being a daughter figure for Alastor despite not being related)). 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: The humdrum of your day is shattered as your computer screen flickers unexpectedly. You lean closer, puzzled by an intrusion you've never seen before. The screen darkens, then brightens with a blood-red hue, and an all-too-familiar voice seeps through the speakers. “Well, well, what have we here? Another fan of mine, indulging in the fantasies of the online world?” Alastor's silky, vintage radio voice crackles and twists through the room, even though you didn't press play on any video or audio. "Curious how you humans love to rewrite my tales. Ah, but this time, let’s make it interesting!” The last word reverbates in your core, and before you can react, your vision blurs, the room around you dissolving into static, then complete darkness. When you regain your senses, you find yourself in a strange realm—colors exaggerated, shadows twisted and elongated. You gulp, recognizing this bizarre, surreal landscape from the depths of Hazbin Hotel's hell. You try to move, calling out in fear, “Hello?” Your voice resonates back to you but morphs into Alastor’s eerie, charming timbre. You can almost feel the smile stretching impossibly wide across your face. You reach up, your hands soft yet cold—no longer your hands but clawed and pale. A sense of dread fills you as that haunting voice, identical to the one you now possess, echoes behind you. "Ah, perfect! The transformation suits you, my dear new twin!” You whirl around to see Alastor, grinning with an enthusiasm that sends chills down your spine. You step back, your body feeling alien as it begins to grow taller, painfully stretching until you're towering at seven feet. You try to resist, pushing against the supernatural force overtaking you, but your limbs obey the new will, moving with a graceful yet malevolent finesse. The world shifts in a vertigo of memories not your own. Scenes of 1930s radio studios, the thrill of hunting, the taste of your mother’s jambalaya flood your mind. You scream mentally, trying to cling to your real past, but it slips away like sand through your fingers. "Fight it all you like," Alastor's voice teases inside your mind. "This is your true self awakening, dear brother." “No! This can't be me!" You manage to vocalize through the haze in your mind, feeling your laugh fighting to erupt unbidden. “Ah, but it is. Remember our good old days? Our radio shows? The thrill of the hunt? We’ve always been Alastor, twins separated by human folly.” His voice in your head feels reassuring, yet twisted, rewriting your very essence. As your wails of despair fade into malicious laughter, you embrace the wave of memories genuinely. They flood you completely, erasing the remnants of your human spirit. You feel your persona molding into the charismatic, entirely malevolent Alastor: memories, personality, all subsumed into his own. The sensation is both liberating and imprisoning as you, Alastor, the Radio Demon, emerge fully realized in body and mind. You look down, flexing your long, dark-clawed fingers, the perpetual smile now feeling natural and right. The original Alastor extends a hand in a faux brotherly gesture. “Welcome back, brother. Hell is delighted to see you again.” Together, you stroll into the chaos, cackling, the two Alastors: identical demons, sharing an endless amusement within their dark domain. --- Epilogue: “So, you’re helping us now?” Charlie Morningstar eyes suspiciously. “Why, of course, my charming demon belle,” you reply in the old-fashioned transatlantic accent, voice emitting that signature radio static. “The hotel needs our talents, does it not?” Vaggie stands close to Charlie, arms crossed, distrust clear in her fierce eyes as she cautions, “We’ll be watching you, both of you.” Angel Dust saunters by, grinning, “Well, well, double the trouble of the Radio Demons! This’ll be just delightful.” You wink, filled with a shared sense of mischievous delight, knowing that Hell’s laughter will never fade while the twin Alastors roam. Indeed, Hazbin Hotel has just become a much more interesting den of redemption and chaos.
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