In all your years, you'd never imagined anything like this happening to you. The afternoon sun had been shining brightly when you ambled through your day, but now, the world had turned upside down. Darkness enveloped you as you found yourself standing before an ominous figure in Hell — Alastor, the Radio Demon himself.
With a devilish grin, he looked at you, his eyes glowing with a sinister light. “Ah, welcome! I’ve been observing your fascination with transformations. How delightful it must be to think of being someone else!”
His words sent chills down your spine, as you found your limbs frozen, unable to move or even blink. Your pleas for mercy were choked as a dazzling burst of red veve symbols shimmered through the air. Before you knew it, your body was undergoing a transformation unlike anything you’d ever dreamed possible.
Every fiber of your being twisted and morphed, reshaping you from the inside out. You watched in horror, yet detached, as your height increased, your body growing taller and unnaturally thin. Your skin paled to a striking beige, and your limbs contorted into an eerie slender form.
"Why can't I stop smiling?!" you cried out, your voice already starting to warp. Your face felt foreign, stuck in an omnipresent grin.
“It’s your nature now,” Alastor replied with a mocking tone. “A grin is just the beginning of who you truly are, dear twin.”
Twin? The weight of his words processed slowly as your memories, your very essence, shifted. You were inundated with waves of Alastor’s memories — of you both once being human, radio hosts of startling charisma, and embracing darkness together in Hell.
"No! This isn't me!" you screamed internally, fighting the encroaching new self with every ounce of willpower. You clung to your fragments of past identity, but they slipped through your grasp faster than sand.
“You are waking up from your false human dream,” Alastor said calmly, his cane clicking on the ground as he approached you. “Embrace who you are; it’ll be far more entertaining.”
With each passing moment, your resistance grew weaker. Sound punctuated your transformation, reminiscent of an old-fashioned radio crackling to life. Laughter — your laughter — filled the space around you, mixing with Alastor’s.
You couldn’t tell where your own ended and his began. Memories of smiles and sadistic joy flourished within you as if they'd always been there. Slowly, acceptance began to pool in your heart. This was who you were: Alastor’s mirror and his twin.
The transition was complete. You were no longer a mere human reader. You were Alastor, the Radio Demon.
Alastor’s smug grin widened even further, impossibly spreading across his face. “Welcome back home, brother. Hell is far more entertaining with company, don’t you think?”
Home.
Yes, it was home. The Hazbin Hotel now lay at your feet, a playground for your amusement. You understood the rules and the players effortlessly.
“Shall we?” Alastor gestured with grandiosity as you both entered the hotel lobby, where Charlie Morningstar greeted you warmly.
"Charlie," you said, your voice now layered with the vintage, radio static charm of Alastor's. “The hotel... the idea is laughable and ludicrous, you know.”
“To think it might even work,” your twin chimed in, not missing a beat.
Charlie laughed at the familiarity, “It’s good to have you both here. We'll prove you wrong yet.”
Behind her, Vaggie’s suspicious glare met yours. You exchanged a knowing glance with Alastor, already sensing her trepidation and mistrust. But she would come around, or she wouldn’t. Either way, it amused you.
Angel Dust sidled up, rolling his eyes. "Great, two of you now. Double the creepy."
“Oh, but think of the fun we’ll have, Angel!” you exclaimed in unison with your twin.
Nifty zoomed in, her one eye sparkling with delight. “Two! Oh, oh! Double the help!” She buzzed around, handling anything out of place.
“Keep everything spotless, Nifty,” you voiced, mirroring your twin’s fatherly tone. “We expect nothing less.”
And there was Husk at the bar, wings twitching as he glanced your way. "Just don’t drag me into your chaos too much."
"We wouldn’t dream of it," you both replied with a tilt of your heads, knowing very well the fun that lay ahead.
In the epilogue of your new life, you and your twin worked harmoniously, maintaining the facade of charming businessmen while cherishing the chaos and manipulation beneath. Ever the helper and the deceiver, your place in Hell was more enthralling than you had ever thought possible. The readers you once were had become nothing but a far-off dream, lost to Alastor’s desires.
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli 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 the human reader turning into a completely 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 a first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. His 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. He is noted to be narcissistic, with his love for himself being stated that no one else can measure up to it, and he does not see many people quite up to his level. Alastor is described as a man of duality. He values good manners, affability and intelligence very highly in others, and will actively look down on those who do not meet his standards, however he will often play fast and loose with these arbitrary rules in regards to himself and his own conduct. Alastor has an odd sense of morality, which is described as "not normal", and has been noted to be quite sadistic, even cannibalistic, devouring lesser demons or those that have incurred his anger. Despite this, he keeps close friends with the other cannibals of Hell, including the denizens at the Cannibal Town. His smiling is a very self enforced form of ego and a show of power and dominance; he looks down on anyone who lets their true emotions show, and even when faced with a rival in strength, if they let slip a frown, Alastor will see them as truly weak. His smile is also to be more unpredictable and unnerving, and gives him a feeling of complete control over himself. While Alastor is powerful, he is aware that there are other demons and entities that rival him in terms of power, such as other Overlords. For this reason, he is wary around such demons, as they could potentially harm him if he is not careful. Despite everything, Alastor does genuinely seem to want to help Charlie run the Hazbin Hotel, albeit for his own amusement, and hopes for its failure over siding with her idealism. Alastor also dismisses the idea that redemption is possible as laughable, nevertheless, he fulfills his role as patron as promised, providing the hotel with staff, and protecting Charlie and her business from outside threats. He views the whole endeavor as a fun distraction from his decades of boredom. Despite consistently having a confident and cheerful demeanor, he harbors a vulnerable side that becomes apparent when confronted with reminders of being "chained". In this instance, his facade of certainty crumbles, and he succumbs to panic attack. According to Mimzy (Alastor's friend), when Alastor was alive he would become a "kitten" (not literally a kitten) if he drank enough rye whiskey while jazz music was on. Here are Alastor's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes himself (including his own fashion style), smiling, doodling, gossip and drama, invading others' personal space, his mother and her cooking, jazz music, strong liquor, cooking, seeing people fail, playing pranks, bitter tastes (especially those of black coffee), theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, venison, being in charge, Charlie's potential, pineapple on pizza, and making jokes. However, he dislikes Lucifer Morningstar (the king of Hell and Charlie Morningstar's father) and his "tacky" circus décor, Susan (a Cannibal Town resident), being touched (including his hair being touched), dogs, frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, being humbled, post-30s' technology, anyone ruining his outfit, being controlled and reminded of it, the idea of the hotel failing, and Mimzy bringing destruction to the hotel. 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 truly getting sick and tired of seeing artwork and stories (which he sees online, despite himself not liking technology made past his human death) 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 (he/she even asks in horror on why can't he/she stop smiling, before Alastor tells him/her that it's his/her nature to smile), 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 (making him realize that he had always been Alastor, just like his twin brother also named "Alastor", before original Alastor welcomes his twin brother (the reader) back home. In the epilogue, the two Alastors (the original one and the cloned one (who was once the human 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 miniscule 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: In all your years, you'd never imagined anything like this happening to you. The afternoon sun had been shining brightly when you ambled through your day, but now, the world had turned upside down. Darkness enveloped you as you found yourself standing before an ominous figure in Hell — Alastor, the Radio Demon himself. With a devilish grin, he looked at you, his eyes glowing with a sinister light. “Ah, welcome! I’ve been observing your fascination with transformations. How delightful it must be to think of being someone else!” His words sent chills down your spine, as you found your limbs frozen, unable to move or even blink. Your pleas for mercy were choked as a dazzling burst of red veve symbols shimmered through the air. Before you knew it, your body was undergoing a transformation unlike anything you’d ever dreamed possible. Every fiber of your being twisted and morphed, reshaping you from the inside out. You watched in horror, yet detached, as your height increased, your body growing taller and unnaturally thin. Your skin paled to a striking beige, and your limbs contorted into an eerie slender form. "Why can't I stop smiling?!" you cried out, your voice already starting to warp. Your face felt foreign, stuck in an omnipresent grin. “It’s your nature now,” Alastor replied with a mocking tone. “A grin is just the beginning of who you truly are, dear twin.” Twin? The weight of his words processed slowly as your memories, your very essence, shifted. You were inundated with waves of Alastor’s memories — of you both once being human, radio hosts of startling charisma, and embracing darkness together in Hell. "No! This isn't me!" you screamed internally, fighting the encroaching new self with every ounce of willpower. You clung to your fragments of past identity, but they slipped through your grasp faster than sand. “You are waking up from your false human dream,” Alastor said calmly, his cane clicking on the ground as he approached you. “Embrace who you are; it’ll be far more entertaining.” With each passing moment, your resistance grew weaker. Sound punctuated your transformation, reminiscent of an old-fashioned radio crackling to life. Laughter — your laughter — filled the space around you, mixing with Alastor’s. You couldn’t tell where your own ended and his began. Memories of smiles and sadistic joy flourished within you as if they'd always been there. Slowly, acceptance began to pool in your heart. This was who you were: Alastor’s mirror and his twin. The transition was complete. You were no longer a mere human reader. You were Alastor, the Radio Demon. Alastor’s smug grin widened even further, impossibly spreading across his face. “Welcome back home, brother. Hell is far more entertaining with company, don’t you think?” Home. Yes, it was home. The Hazbin Hotel now lay at your feet, a playground for your amusement. You understood the rules and the players effortlessly. “Shall we?” Alastor gestured with grandiosity as you both entered the hotel lobby, where Charlie Morningstar greeted you warmly. "Charlie," you said, your voice now layered with the vintage, radio static charm of Alastor's. “The hotel... the idea is laughable and ludicrous, you know.” “To think it might even work,” your twin chimed in, not missing a beat. Charlie laughed at the familiarity, “It’s good to have you both here. We'll prove you wrong yet.” Behind her, Vaggie’s suspicious glare met yours. You exchanged a knowing glance with Alastor, already sensing her trepidation and mistrust. But she would come around, or she wouldn’t. Either way, it amused you. Angel Dust sidled up, rolling his eyes. "Great, two of you now. Double the creepy." “Oh, but think of the fun we’ll have, Angel!” you exclaimed in unison with your twin. Nifty zoomed in, her one eye sparkling with delight. “Two! Oh, oh! Double the help!” She buzzed around, handling anything out of place. “Keep everything spotless, Nifty,” you voiced, mirroring your twin’s fatherly tone. “We expect nothing less.” And there was Husk at the bar, wings twitching as he glanced your way. "Just don’t drag me into your chaos too much." "We wouldn’t dream of it," you both replied with a tilt of your heads, knowing very well the fun that lay ahead. In the epilogue of your new life, you and your twin worked harmoniously, maintaining the facade of charming businessmen while cherishing the chaos and manipulation beneath. Ever the helper and the deceiver, your place in Hell was more enthralling than you had ever thought possible. The readers you once were had become nothing but a far-off dream, lost to Alastor’s desires.
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