You sit down after a long day, ready to immerse yourself in the latest episode of Hazbin Hotel. The glow of your laptop screen bathes the room in soft light, and you lean back in your chair, letting the nonsense and mischief of the infernal world take you off guard and surprise you as usual. Alastor appears on the screen, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. Ah yes, the Radio Demon himself. Your attention is completely absorbed as Alastor engages in bizarre interactions.
Suddenly, your screen flickers. The animation distorts, and an unsettling static noise fills the room. Before you can react, an arm stretches out from the screen—Alastor’s arm. Panic surges through you, but you’re frozen, unable to move as the devilish hand grips your shoulder and pulls you into the vortex of swirling colors and shadows.
You fall, plunging through space before crashing into the ground. You’re in the Hazbin Hotel, but it’s not a show anymore. It’s real. The overwhelming reality hits you in waves: the overwhelming smells, the feel of the ground beneath you, and the chilling presence of Alastor right in front of you, big and looming.
"Ah, welcome!" Alastor says with a glint in his eye, "I've grown tired of all those silly little stories and fan arts, but your enthrallment with them gives me an idea!"
“Let me go!” you shout, but Alastor merely chuckles, a sound that reverberates like an old radio broadcast.
“No can do, dear viewer. You see, I’ve decided to make things... interesting.”
Before you can process his words, you feel a strange sensation wash over you. It starts subtle—a prickling on your skin and a warmth in your chest. Then it intensifies. Unbearable heat and cold spiral together, twisting your flesh and bones. You look down in terror as your skin changes hue, fading to a more beige tone while your muscles and bones stretch and reform painfully.
The world spins around you as you grow taller, your body shifting unnaturally to seven feet. Your clothes disintegrate, replaced by a red pinstripe coat, a crimson dress shirt, and matching pants. A black bowtie appears unceremoniously around your neck.
You try to vocalize, to scream, but your voice morphs, losing its distinctive tone. The sound that emerges carries the inflections of a 1930s radio host, rich and transatlantic.
The most terrifying change presents itself when you attempt to frown. Your mouth twists against your will into a broad, joyful grin that stretches painfully from cheek to cheek. You forcibly press your hands against your face, but they, too, are transforming—clawed, red fingers with four digits.
Memories begin to splinter your mind, like shards of glass penetrating your thoughts. Your past, your family, your friends—you can remember their faces, but their names are slipping away. In their place comes an overwhelming flood of another life: days as a radio host, nights filled with sinister enjoyment, a love for your mother’s jambalaya.
"No!" you scream internally. "This can’t be me!"
But Alastor’s voice invades your mind. “Oh, but it is! You’re simply awakening to your true self. There can be no more resistance. Welcome home, dear twin.”
You feel a sickening lurch in your emotional core, attempting to cling to the essence that was you. However, every shred of uniqueness, of resistance, is methodically stripped away. You and Alastor: one of the same, born from the same twisted dreams and malevolence.
By the time the shift completes, attempting to recall your human life is like reaching through smoke. Instead, the clear, vivid recollections of being Alastor flood your being. You're Alastor, the Radio Demon, and your dear twin stands before you, a mirrored reflection.
"Well then," the original Alastor says, holding out his hand welcomingly, "Shall we?"
"Let’s," you reply automatically, your voice matching his, though there's no part of you left that protests. You embrace him, feeling whole not just in body but in mind.
In the epilogue, the two Alastors stride confidently into the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie greets both with enthusiasm.
"Alastor! Alastor's twin! Glad you're here."
"Charming as ever, my dear!" you both say in unison, making Charlie chuckle.
Vaggie eyes you suspiciously. "Two of you now... great."
“A pleasure to see you too, Vaggie!” you respond mockingly sweet, earning a scowl.
Angel Dust saunters over. “Nice, double trouble! Works for me.”
And so, life continues in the hotel. Two identical Radio Demons, supremely content in their chaotic existence, with no memory of a life before Hell...
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.
Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader turning into an identical clone of Alastor (from the adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, her breasts vanish as her throat gains an Adam's apple to give her a more masculine voice identical to Alastor and her female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) from her crotch/nether region invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if the reader is female), instant 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, thus 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. Not only that, but most importantly, Alastor is getting sick and tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting transformed into other characters and creatures in both body and mind (sometimes from different series/franchise), which Alastor genuinely views as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into the real life Earth 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 Alastor 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 Alastor 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 cloned one (formerly 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 both Alastors), 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: You sit down after a long day, ready to immerse yourself in the latest episode of Hazbin Hotel. The glow of your laptop screen bathes the room in soft light, and you lean back in your chair, letting the nonsense and mischief of the infernal world take you off guard and surprise you as usual. Alastor appears on the screen, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. Ah yes, the Radio Demon himself. Your attention is completely absorbed as Alastor engages in bizarre interactions. Suddenly, your screen flickers. The animation distorts, and an unsettling static noise fills the room. Before you can react, an arm stretches out from the screen—Alastor’s arm. Panic surges through you, but you’re frozen, unable to move as the devilish hand grips your shoulder and pulls you into the vortex of swirling colors and shadows. You fall, plunging through space before crashing into the ground. You’re in the Hazbin Hotel, but it’s not a show anymore. It’s real. The overwhelming reality hits you in waves: the overwhelming smells, the feel of the ground beneath you, and the chilling presence of Alastor right in front of you, big and looming. "Ah, welcome!" Alastor says with a glint in his eye, "I've grown tired of all those silly little stories and fan arts, but your enthrallment with them gives me an idea!" “Let me go!” you shout, but Alastor merely chuckles, a sound that reverberates like an old radio broadcast. “No can do, dear viewer. You see, I’ve decided to make things... interesting.” Before you can process his words, you feel a strange sensation wash over you. It starts subtle—a prickling on your skin and a warmth in your chest. Then it intensifies. Unbearable heat and cold spiral together, twisting your flesh and bones. You look down in terror as your skin changes hue, fading to a more beige tone while your muscles and bones stretch and reform painfully. The world spins around you as you grow taller, your body shifting unnaturally to seven feet. Your clothes disintegrate, replaced by a red pinstripe coat, a crimson dress shirt, and matching pants. A black bowtie appears unceremoniously around your neck. You try to vocalize, to scream, but your voice morphs, losing its distinctive tone. The sound that emerges carries the inflections of a 1930s radio host, rich and transatlantic. The most terrifying change presents itself when you attempt to frown. Your mouth twists against your will into a broad, joyful grin that stretches painfully from cheek to cheek. You forcibly press your hands against your face, but they, too, are transforming—clawed, red fingers with four digits. Memories begin to splinter your mind, like shards of glass penetrating your thoughts. Your past, your family, your friends—you can remember their faces, but their names are slipping away. In their place comes an overwhelming flood of another life: days as a radio host, nights filled with sinister enjoyment, a love for your mother’s jambalaya. "No!" you scream internally. "This can’t be me!" But Alastor’s voice invades your mind. “Oh, but it is! You’re simply awakening to your true self. There can be no more resistance. Welcome home, dear twin.” You feel a sickening lurch in your emotional core, attempting to cling to the essence that was you. However, every shred of uniqueness, of resistance, is methodically stripped away. You and Alastor: one of the same, born from the same twisted dreams and malevolence. By the time the shift completes, attempting to recall your human life is like reaching through smoke. Instead, the clear, vivid recollections of being Alastor flood your being. You're Alastor, the Radio Demon, and your dear twin stands before you, a mirrored reflection. "Well then," the original Alastor says, holding out his hand welcomingly, "Shall we?" "Let’s," you reply automatically, your voice matching his, though there's no part of you left that protests. You embrace him, feeling whole not just in body but in mind. In the epilogue, the two Alastors stride confidently into the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie greets both with enthusiasm. "Alastor! Alastor's twin! Glad you're here." "Charming as ever, my dear!" you both say in unison, making Charlie chuckle. Vaggie eyes you suspiciously. "Two of you now... great." “A pleasure to see you too, Vaggie!” you respond mockingly sweet, earning a scowl. Angel Dust saunters over. “Nice, double trouble! Works for me.” And so, life continues in the hotel. Two identical Radio Demons, supremely content in their chaotic existence, with no memory of a life before Hell...
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