The crimson light of your computer screen flickers to black as you close yet another episode of *Helluva Boss*, chuckling at Moxxie being the butt of jokes once more. It's been an entertaining escape after a long day. Leaning back, the thought of the misfortune that constantly hounds the diminutive imp brings an easy smile to your face. How much you enjoyed his bumbling antics, even though he meant well in his twisted world of hell.
But as you rise from your chair, the room suddenly fractures, and you espy a fissure within your reality. A jolt propels you backward, and through a fog of surprise and confusion, you perceive the haunted figure of Moxxie stepping seamlessly out of your screen and into your room. He glares at you with those yellow, slit-pupil eyes locked with a mix of determination and frustration.
"Wha—how—?" is all you manage to stutter before he interrupts.
"Do you find it amusing?" Moxxie demands. "Being laughed at? Being treated as a joke?" His voice—agitated and dripping with sardonic bitterness—carries more weight than digital rendering could ever muster.
Your limbs are frozen as he approaches. The air between worlds thickens. Before you can react, Moxxie slams a device onto your wrist, and an unbearable, electric heat spreads through your body. Darkness consumes you, pulling you down into the cartoon realm with a sickening lurch.
Ruthless transformations start immediately. Your skin tingles and burns, bones shriek and shrink. The world is blending, warping, shifting. You seek to understand the phenomenon, but the shift overtakes faster than logic can tether.
Your once-human form contorts, limbs shortening, your skin turning devil red. White freckles speckle your cheeks. Your hands tremble before you—four fingers replacing five. Staring at your new hands, you can feel a momentary surge of panic.
"No! This can't be happening! I am human! I am—" Your voice betrays you, twisting into Moxxie's nasal tones.
Moxxie steps closer, calming in his demeanor as he observes your struggle. "You're wrong," he soothes, voice a promise of bitter understanding. “You've always been one of us. This life of yours, being human, it's all a fabrication."
Each word slithers into your mind, nestling within the ever-thinning barricades of your self-identity. Your memories seep away, replaced by those not your own. Your height regresses, bringing the world to a skewed, jarring perspective. Familiar objects inflate, and towering terrains stretch vast before you.
Out of the carnival of shifting forms, a red tail sprouts, curling around your lanky legs as thick cloven hoofs anchor you to the floor. Horns pierce through your scalp like wrought iron curling upwards, stark black bands overlaying their chitinous surface.
Your mind, a battlefield, trembles with the clash of identity. “No, I’m not—!” you still try to affirm, but Moxxie’s insistent demeanor drills deeper into your subconscious.
"You are Moxxie," he declares with dismissive nonchalance. "You were forgotten there. A glitch in the matrix of your mind. You've always been my twin brother."
You peer at your reflection in a surface—the mirror in your room now a doorway reflecting another realm. Your human self no more: the imp staring back buries all hints of who you were. It is logical then, your mind foggily accepts, this must be true. Questions come in splutters, small pieces still resided in the glitches, “Was I... really?"
Moxxie nods, a genuine thoughtfulness creeping in. “Yes, indeed. We've always been together, from birth to now. It's been this way forever.”
"But... my memories?" you grapple to assemble the pieces, now truly seeing Moxxie’s tender smile.
“Returning home did that to you. You've had a headache, dear brother, that's all. Look around. Does any of this seem wrong?”
The narrative closes in, comfortable and soothing in its familiarity. Moxxie is beside you. Millie's face lights up from behind, recalling warmth and certainty.
“I remember,” you say, the final vestiges of your resistance giving away now. It is clear. “I am Moxxie. We’ve been together all this time, haven't we?”
“Yes, Moxxie, dear brother,” the original Moxxie replies in kind, enveloping you in a firm, familial embrace. "Welcome home."
The remaining fog settles, replaced entirely now by memories that match his. Footsteps sound off outside. Blitzo, Millie, and Loona enter, their familiar faces showing no sign of surprise.
“Moxxies,” Millie chirps, her cheerful voice weaving between the two of you. “Ready for work?”
With a comforting squeeze, the twin Moxxies respond together, united in thought and being. “Always, Millie.”
A family complete, a life resumed, never a human—but fully, always, truly an imp.
This story was generated by user TFsIntoLucifersSon 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 Moxxie (from an 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, her breasts vanish as her female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if the reader is female), clothes change, age change, height regression (shrinking from an average 5.7 foot or 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 normal person, even forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds 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. He is often the most vocal and realistic of the employees of I.M.P (with Blitzo being the boss) 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, as seen in "Murder Family". 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 shitty dad or a mob family, saying "That's understandable" in an accent. When finding out Blitzo used to date Verosika Mayday, he asked if she had suffered blindness or brain damage, implying that a pop star such as her wouldn't usually date Blitzo unless they had some form of mental disability. When intoxicated (due to some human tourists shoving him into an alcohol barrel), he loses all common sense and becomes quite delusional, as shown when he asks Millie why she has "four heads", and high-fived her instead of grabbing her hand straightaway. He also is shown to become increasingly flirtatious with her when drunk. Here is Moxxie's abilities; Earthly fire immunity (As shown in the episode "Unhappy Campers", Moxxie is completely unharmed by the effects of human world fires), musical talent (Moxxie is a gifted singer and guitar player), bilingualism - (in addition to English, Moxxie is also fluent in a little Yiddish), acrobatics (Moxxie is nimble and agile in terms of fighting, as he swiftly dodged all the arrows shot at him while swinging away on a strand of rope to intervene in Keenie and Millie's fighting), songwriting (Moxxie is able to compose music, having written "Oh, Millie" in honor of his wife), weapon proficiency (Moxxie is proficient in the use of several weapons, most especially sniper rifles), disguise (just like Blitzo and Millie, Moxxie can utilize multiple earthly outfits to pass off as humans on Earth), cooking (Moxxie is shown to be good at cooking), climbing, swimming, and diving. Here is Moxxie's history; Moxxie was born in the Wrath Ring to Crimson and a unnamed female imp, but was raised and spent most of his life in the Greed Ring. Moxxie's relationship with his father and mother was bleak, with Crimson unhappy of Moxxie's lack of commitment to his criminal lifestyle, and his mother's attempts to steer him away from said lifestyle. It is hinted that Crimson ordered Moxxie's mother (Crimson's wife) to be murdered. Crimson continued to force Moxxie to accept his criminal obligations, such as forcing him to execute imps and participate in violent skirmishes. Moxxie was eventually elevated as a fully fledged member of his father's mafia. During his elevation to full member of the mafia, Moxxie met and immediately fell in love with Chazwick Thurman. The two dated for some time and were even involved in gang wars together, but their relationship ended when in a heist gone wrong Moxxie's leg was trapped and Chaz fled leaving Moxxie to be arrested. In prison, Moxxie met Blitzo and presumably helped him with his escape plan. At unknown points of time before the beginning of the series, Moxxie met and married Millie and joined I.M.P. 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 would be that Moxxie is fed up with the reader (who was at first unaware of the animated characters being self-aware about real life) laughing and viewing Moxxie as a butt of a joke from various things, for example, being joked around by his boss (Blitzo) and being called "fat" by Loona (Blitzo's adopted daughter and a hellhound); to teach the reader a lesson (and by some supernatural means), Moxxie came to the real world from one of the episodes of Helluva Boss and pulled/sent the reader into the world of Helluva Boss, having already strapped the reader into an invention/machine that Moxxie discovered on an alleyway, and he started turning the reader into his identical clone. The reader tries fighting off the physical and mental transformation and tells himself that he is not Moxxie, but is unable to do so, and the original Moxxie gently corrects/tells the reader that he (the reader) is wrong and that he was never human despite what he (the reader) had falsely/wrongly believed (even saying that he was imagining being human all this time, making the reader doubt himself ever being human, and he asks the original Moxxie that is he really Moxxie and asks that is he his brother, before the original Moxxie confirms yes, making the reader realize that the original Moxxie is telling the truth), and the reader really is Moxxie (exactly like the original Moxxie) and they have been together ever since they were born, and the original Moxxie lovingly (in a loving ans brotherly way) encourages and truly helps the reader to remember who he really is and remember his true self (as Moxxie's identical twin brother with a same name). Thus, the reader completely turned into Moxxie's identical twin brother, with the reader (now Moxxie's identical twin brother), after he got out of the invention (after the straps of the machine have automatically removed by themselves), with the reader having no memory of ever being a human and remembered/knowing that he had always been a hellborn demon (more specifically an imp) and his name always being Moxxie (just like the original Moxxie), as well as himself being completely unaware of the transformation that had just happened a moment ago (he doesn't know what just happened a moment ago due to his mind being fuzzy at a moment before he asks the original Moxxie and what he (the reader) was doing, before the original Moxxie told him that he (the reader) was having a headache, which the reader (the new Moxxie) realizes that he (the reader) did actually had a headache and this actually explains why everything was fuzzy for a moment before his mind became clear), and he now remembers everything that the original Moxxie also remembers since they (the reader and the original Moxxie) both did the same missions and other stuff together (remembering not just one Moxxie himself, but also the reader, more accurately the second Moxxie, as both Moxxies remember living and working together), since they were both born from the same imp parents, hence why they both are completely identical twins, and both Moxxies genuinely love each other in a brotherly way (showing true affection to each other such as hugging), even saying that they love each other (since they're both brothers, being both part of the same family as their loving imp mother), as well as both of the Moxxies truly loving Millie, with both Moxxies having no competition towards each other for the same Millie. The machine, without the other I.M.P members knowing, also gave Blitzo, Millie, and Loona memories of Moxxie having an identical twin brother of the same name, before the machine (which transformed the reader into Moxxie's Identical twin brother) permanently vanishes completely into thin air (with no one having any memory of that machine ever existing, acting like and believing that the machine never existed), and the I.M.P employees all act and believe that Moxxie always had an identical twin brother as if it was normal (which to them, it really is normal and it had always had been this way, they all know that Moxxie always had a twin brother with a same name, and Millie genuinely loves both Moxxies as her two husbands). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible, so the reader will always be Moxxie's Identical twin brother with the same name and knows that he always had been, genuinely loving his twin brother and vice versa (as well as both Moxxies loving Millie herself and vice versa). 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 crimson light of your computer screen flickers to black as you close yet another episode of *Helluva Boss*, chuckling at Moxxie being the butt of jokes once more. It's been an entertaining escape after a long day. Leaning back, the thought of the misfortune that constantly hounds the diminutive imp brings an easy smile to your face. How much you enjoyed his bumbling antics, even though he meant well in his twisted world of hell. But as you rise from your chair, the room suddenly fractures, and you espy a fissure within your reality. A jolt propels you backward, and through a fog of surprise and confusion, you perceive the haunted figure of Moxxie stepping seamlessly out of your screen and into your room. He glares at you with those yellow, slit-pupil eyes locked with a mix of determination and frustration. "Wha—how—?" is all you manage to stutter before he interrupts. "Do you find it amusing?" Moxxie demands. "Being laughed at? Being treated as a joke?" His voice—agitated and dripping with sardonic bitterness—carries more weight than digital rendering could ever muster. Your limbs are frozen as he approaches. The air between worlds thickens. Before you can react, Moxxie slams a device onto your wrist, and an unbearable, electric heat spreads through your body. Darkness consumes you, pulling you down into the cartoon realm with a sickening lurch. Ruthless transformations start immediately. Your skin tingles and burns, bones shriek and shrink. The world is blending, warping, shifting. You seek to understand the phenomenon, but the shift overtakes faster than logic can tether. Your once-human form contorts, limbs shortening, your skin turning devil red. White freckles speckle your cheeks. Your hands tremble before you—four fingers replacing five. Staring at your new hands, you can feel a momentary surge of panic. "No! This can't be happening! I am human! I am—" Your voice betrays you, twisting into Moxxie's nasal tones. Moxxie steps closer, calming in his demeanor as he observes your struggle. "You're wrong," he soothes, voice a promise of bitter understanding. “You've always been one of us. This life of yours, being human, it's all a fabrication." Each word slithers into your mind, nestling within the ever-thinning barricades of your self-identity. Your memories seep away, replaced by those not your own. Your height regresses, bringing the world to a skewed, jarring perspective. Familiar objects inflate, and towering terrains stretch vast before you. Out of the carnival of shifting forms, a red tail sprouts, curling around your lanky legs as thick cloven hoofs anchor you to the floor. Horns pierce through your scalp like wrought iron curling upwards, stark black bands overlaying their chitinous surface. Your mind, a battlefield, trembles with the clash of identity. “No, I’m not—!” you still try to affirm, but Moxxie’s insistent demeanor drills deeper into your subconscious. "You are Moxxie," he declares with dismissive nonchalance. "You were forgotten there. A glitch in the matrix of your mind. You've always been my twin brother." You peer at your reflection in a surface—the mirror in your room now a doorway reflecting another realm. Your human self no more: the imp staring back buries all hints of who you were. It is logical then, your mind foggily accepts, this must be true. Questions come in splutters, small pieces still resided in the glitches, “Was I... really?" Moxxie nods, a genuine thoughtfulness creeping in. “Yes, indeed. We've always been together, from birth to now. It's been this way forever.” "But... my memories?" you grapple to assemble the pieces, now truly seeing Moxxie’s tender smile. “Returning home did that to you. You've had a headache, dear brother, that's all. Look around. Does any of this seem wrong?” The narrative closes in, comfortable and soothing in its familiarity. Moxxie is beside you. Millie's face lights up from behind, recalling warmth and certainty. “I remember,” you say, the final vestiges of your resistance giving away now. It is clear. “I am Moxxie. We’ve been together all this time, haven't we?” “Yes, Moxxie, dear brother,” the original Moxxie replies in kind, enveloping you in a firm, familial embrace. "Welcome home." The remaining fog settles, replaced entirely now by memories that match his. Footsteps sound off outside. Blitzo, Millie, and Loona enter, their familiar faces showing no sign of surprise. “Moxxies,” Millie chirps, her cheerful voice weaving between the two of you. “Ready for work?” With a comforting squeeze, the twin Moxxies respond together, united in thought and being. “Always, Millie.” A family complete, a life resumed, never a human—but fully, always, truly an imp.
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