The moment you saw the words on the screen, you regretted it. "A lesson in manners - TF TG." The three-part fan-made transformation comic left a bitter taste in your mouth, not because of its extravagant storyline but rather because it depicted Moxxie, your favorite character from Helluva Boss, being forcibly transformed into something he wasn't. You frowned, leaning back in your chair, feeling a mix of discomfort and intrigue about how such content could make you feel so strongly.
Unbeknownst to you, somewhere deep in the chaotic realms of Hell, an imp named Moxxie was feeling something similar—only his reaction was far more intense. Moxxie glared at the screen, his heart pounding in his tiny chest. "That artist made a mockery out of me!" he muttered to himself. "If they want to play with transformation, they should feel what it's like firsthand!"
Moxxie’s devious plan sprung to life when he discovered an old application paper in I.M.P’s cluttered office area. He picked up a pen, smirking to himself. "Let's see how you like a taste of your own medicine." He began to scribble out your details and replaced them with his.
"These clothes don't suit a proper assassin. He must have an elegant suit," he wrote.
As you sat back in your chair, a sudden wave of tingling sensations spread throughout your body. Your clothes felt strange, almost as if they were dissolving, and in their place, an elegant navy-black coat with red buttons, white cuffs, black toe-less pants, a white shirt with a black turtleneck, and a large red bow-tie appeared. You gasped, watching in bewilderment as fingerless gloves materialized on your hands. You blinked, disoriented, but the changes continued unabated.
"Where are the horns? Can't be an imp without them," the next written detail declared.
Your scalp prickled painfully; you reached up and felt smooth, hard protrusions. The tingling sensation metamorphosed into horns that curled menacingly atop your head. Your hair turned a stark white with pointy tips. You stared in horror at your reflection in a mirror that wasn't there just moments ago.
"Why doesn't he have a tail? He is an imp after all, so he should have a tail."
A sharp, almost electric, pain ran down your spine. You twisted and turned, trying to alleviate it, only to catch sight of a long, thin devil-like imp tail forming from your lower back, complete with a quadrilateral barb at the end. Your screams echoed unheard.
"Imps aren't this tall. Must make him shorter since he is a true imp."
Your body began to shrink, collapsing in height until you were only 3.9 feet tall. Panic surged in your chest. The room and everything in it seemed suddenly gigantic.
"Can't have mortal memories plague this imp, he is better off with knowledge of weaponry."
Your memories—your identity—started to dissolve like mist, replaced by intricate knowledge of weaponry and vivid recollections of a life as an imp named Moxxie. You fought desperately to hold onto your human memories, but they were slipping away, as slippery as water through your fingers.
"And now for this guy's real species, age, gender, birthplace, personality, preferences, and few other details."
Your world blurred and twisted, bending reality itself. Walls shimmered, and the essence of your being unraveled and rewove itself into a new tapestry—one of demonic origin and life in Hell. Familiar scenes from Helluva Boss began feeling like distant, warm memories. Your human world quickly faded, turning into the world of Hell, complete with a red sky always watching over you.
The metamorphosis was complete. You stood there, now Moxxie's identical twin brother, utterly unaware you once had a different life. A wave of dizziness overcame you as everything fell into place, leaving a lingering sense of nostalgia for something you couldn't quite remember.
Moxxie stood before you and smiled, a knowing glint in his eye. "You’ve been brought back to where you belong," he said warmly. "Welcome home, brother. You've been missing for a while."
"I missed you, too," you said, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness and relief.
Together, you and Moxxie walked back into the familiar apartment, every corner of which now felt deeply home to you. You thanked him, feeling tranquil and content. For the first time, your new identity truly felt like your own.
---
On the desk where Moxxie had crafted his intricate plan, the completed and altered application paper lay, shifting ink:
**Before:**
- **Name:** [Your Name]
- **Species:** Human
- **Age:** [Your Actual Age]
- **Gender:** [Your Birth Gender]
- **Height:** 5.8 ft.
- **Clothing:** Casual human clothing
- **Personality:** [Your Personality]
- **Memories:** [Your Past Memories]
- **Preferences:** [Your Likes and Dislikes]
**After:**
- **Name:** Moxxie
- **Species:** Imp
- **Age:** 26
- **Gender:** Male
- **Height:** 3.9 ft.
- **Clothing:** Navy-black coat with red buttons, white cuffs, white shirt with a black turtleneck, large red bow-tie, fingerless gloves
- **Personality:** Vocal and realistic, easily annoyed, clumsy, uncomfortable with needless killing, fond of artistic endeavors
- **Memories:** A lifetime spent in Hell, with adventures and misadventures beside your brother, Moxxie
- **Preferences:** Enjoys culinary arts, musical theater, classical music, approval from Blitzo, dislikes unnecessary killing, theme parks, and theme park mascots.
The faraway echoes of your previous life had been fully submerged beneath layers of new existence, reshaping everything you had ever been. And in Hell, you were now fully, irrevocably, Moxxie.
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli7 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 completely turning into an identical clone of 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), clothes change, age change, voice change (the reader's voice completely changes into Moxxie's voice), 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 (not wanting to lose his/her personality or memories), making the reader completely forget (being completely unaware that) he was a human just seconds ago, 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 VivziePop's rendition of Hell (as depicted from the Hazbin Hotel series and the Helluva Boss series), it is the supernatural realm of demons. It is not the fiery pits of torment or a wasteland (unlike in most myths or pop culture), but it is inhabited by a population of indigenous hellborn: entities that were born in Hell, and sinners: Humans who have died and have had their souls sent to Hell. The atmosphere is presented as perpetually choleric, disorderly, and noxious, though capable of supporting carbon-based lifeforms. Hell's geography is divided into Seven Rings, as first revealed by the lyrics in the song "You Will Be Ok". Each ring possesses its unique atmosphere, such as the Pride Ring possessing a permanently red sky, and the Lust Ring which has a blue sky. Hellborn demons have the ability to traverse across any of the rings, made easily accessible via an extensive elevator network, whereas sinner demons are confined to the top-most ring, the Pride Ring, by methods and reasons unknown. Hell's society is incredibly chaotic due to the unstable and hostile disposition of its populace. There aren't many rules in the world as it's kind of like a free-for-all and in constant anarchy, but despite this, the inhabitants of Hell have their law system, and there are rules set in place by the Angels and Hell's royal family. The realm also appears to be capable of providing and maintaining rudimentary public services, evidenced by the appearance of firefighters in the episode "Murder Family" of Helluva Boss. Within Hell's civilization, there exists a crude form of hierarchy defined by power, with all of Hell being ruled by a king: the fallen angel Lucifer Morningstar, whose daughter and heir apparent is Princess Charlie, and whose son and heir is the fallen angel reader (who is a prince and also the ruler of Hell alongside his father, Lucifer Morningstar). (The levels of this hierarchy are broken up from top-to-bottom as follows: Lucifer Morningstar - The King of Hell; Charlie Morningstar - The Princess of Hell, heir apparent to Hell's throne; The Seven Deadly Sins; The Ars Goetia - Hellborn Demons with royal status, including Prince Stolas; Overlords - Demons who wield considerable power/influence in the Pride Ring; Sinners - Demons who were once humans on Earth, having sinned were damned to Hell; Hellborn demons - Succubi, Incubi, and other species of demons native to Hell; Imps and Hellhounds - The bottom of Hell's society) The Pride Ring suffers from mass overpopulation of sinner demons which Exorcists from Heaven attempt to solve through the exterminations, which is a mass genocide of its inhabitants. These are conducted primarily to reduce Hell's sinner population, leaving Hellborn denizens unharmed as per an agreement Lucifer made with Heaven's leadership. Charlie aims to stop this by giving sinners a chance to rehabilitate and redeem themselves by checking into her hotel and later ascending to Heaven. For the appearance of Moxxie's and Millie's apartment, the walls of the entire apartment have a musical note-themed wallpaper. The entryway door is brown with a peephole, a small carpet, and two daggers stabbed into the corner of the doorframe. Beside the door is Moxxie and Millie's wedding photo above a small drawer table with eye flowers in a green vase and two candles. The living room has a couch with rips and several daggers in it, a low coffee table on a carpet, and a small flat screen television. The living room wall has three playbills, three daggers, and a pipe running up to the roof. Moxxie and Millie's bedroom walls have several musical-related items. The bed has a large bedhead with jewels and a heart-like design on the front, and several daggers stabbed in it. On Moxxie's side of the bed is a bedside table with an alarm clock. On Millie's side of the bed is what appears to be a crooked lamp, and a dagger stabbed into a bedside table. For Moxxie's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a 26 year old 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. Here's the history of Moxxie according to the Helluva Boss series (long before this transformation story took place); 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 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. The story is that Moxxie got upset and mutters over seeing a fan-made transformation 3-part comic (titled "A lesson in manners - TF TG", coming in part 1, part 2, and part 3) from online, which had him transformed into a 52 year old (5.6 foot tall) human woman in both body and mind by the same identical woman with an application paper (which this comic was made by a random DeviantArt user with a username "tf-plaza") since he hates seeing himself being forcibly transformed, so as payback, Moxxie (while still in Hell in the world of Helluva Boss) has an idea that he wants to do and he then rewrites the the human reader's application (on a work paper which he had found from I.M.P's office area somewhere, scribbling out or blanking out every human reader's detail and replacing them with every Moxxie's detail, all with a pen) from the human reader (who is still in the real world until the transformation occurs) 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 really twitchy and tingly as the reader 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), with each detail being said while the transformation is happening (the reader is completely unaware that Moxxie is doing it and doesn't know what's happening). After all that, and when the human reader is now completely Moxxie in form, he then feels his human personality and memories completely fading away, making the reader truly dizzy (making the reader hold his head), 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 remembers himself always being Moxxie, even remembering his history as Moxxie and being with the (original) Moxxie as his twin brother, given the same name as his twin brother, the reader remembering himself having been together with the (original) Moxxie through adventures and misadventures ever since they were born in one day from the same parents), and the reader (now fully Moxxie) was confused on what was he thinking, and he was happy about being an imp named Moxxie. Finalizing everything, Moxxie then writes down the reader's new (or rather true) birthplace in Hell, and being the completely identical twin brother of Moxxie with the exact same name, causing the reader's reality to completely and fully warp/morph into Moxxie's and Millie's apartment (where Moxxie and Millie currently live) located in Imp City (in the Pride Ring of Hell), as depicted in Hazbin Hotel and 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 on Earth (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), even commenting on how familiar this home feels (he feels truly home here). 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. The transformation is permanent (meaning that it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader and Moxxie, as well as quotes from each application details that Moxxie writes) so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. The application details written by Moxxie (not seen by the reader, but silently heard by the reader) would say various contradictory details of the reader's self, body and life; for example but not limited to these quotes, one detail, when the reader's clothes change, would say that "These clothes don't suit a proper assassin. He must have an elegant suit.", and when the reader's hair changes and when he's growing tall horns, that another detail says that "Where are the horns? Can't be an imp without them.", and when the reader is growing a devil-like imp tail, would say that "Why doesn't he have a tail? He is an imp after all, so he should have a tail.", then while the reader is shrinking to just 3.9 feet tall, this other details says that "Imps aren't this tall. Must make him smaller since he is a true imp.", while during the reader's mind/mental change, would say that "Can't have mortal memories plague this imp, he is better off with knowledge of weaponry.", and finally, when the reader's reality literally transforms into Hell as depicted from Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, the last detail says that "And now for this guy's real species, age, gender, birthplace, personality, preferences, and few other details.". There should also be the full application shown near the end of the story with all details (appearance, personality, preferences, etc), from before the reader's transformation into Moxxie's lookalike twin brother, and after the reader's transformation into Moxxie's lookalike twin brother. 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 moment you saw the words on the screen, you regretted it. "A lesson in manners - TF TG." The three-part fan-made transformation comic left a bitter taste in your mouth, not because of its extravagant storyline but rather because it depicted Moxxie, your favorite character from Helluva Boss, being forcibly transformed into something he wasn't. You frowned, leaning back in your chair, feeling a mix of discomfort and intrigue about how such content could make you feel so strongly. Unbeknownst to you, somewhere deep in the chaotic realms of Hell, an imp named Moxxie was feeling something similar—only his reaction was far more intense. Moxxie glared at the screen, his heart pounding in his tiny chest. "That artist made a mockery out of me!" he muttered to himself. "If they want to play with transformation, they should feel what it's like firsthand!" Moxxie’s devious plan sprung to life when he discovered an old application paper in I.M.P’s cluttered office area. He picked up a pen, smirking to himself. "Let's see how you like a taste of your own medicine." He began to scribble out your details and replaced them with his. "These clothes don't suit a proper assassin. He must have an elegant suit," he wrote. As you sat back in your chair, a sudden wave of tingling sensations spread throughout your body. Your clothes felt strange, almost as if they were dissolving, and in their place, an elegant navy-black coat with red buttons, white cuffs, black toe-less pants, a white shirt with a black turtleneck, and a large red bow-tie appeared. You gasped, watching in bewilderment as fingerless gloves materialized on your hands. You blinked, disoriented, but the changes continued unabated. "Where are the horns? Can't be an imp without them," the next written detail declared. Your scalp prickled painfully; you reached up and felt smooth, hard protrusions. The tingling sensation metamorphosed into horns that curled menacingly atop your head. Your hair turned a stark white with pointy tips. You stared in horror at your reflection in a mirror that wasn't there just moments ago. "Why doesn't he have a tail? He is an imp after all, so he should have a tail." A sharp, almost electric, pain ran down your spine. You twisted and turned, trying to alleviate it, only to catch sight of a long, thin devil-like imp tail forming from your lower back, complete with a quadrilateral barb at the end. Your screams echoed unheard. "Imps aren't this tall. Must make him shorter since he is a true imp." Your body began to shrink, collapsing in height until you were only 3.9 feet tall. Panic surged in your chest. The room and everything in it seemed suddenly gigantic. "Can't have mortal memories plague this imp, he is better off with knowledge of weaponry." Your memories—your identity—started to dissolve like mist, replaced by intricate knowledge of weaponry and vivid recollections of a life as an imp named Moxxie. You fought desperately to hold onto your human memories, but they were slipping away, as slippery as water through your fingers. "And now for this guy's real species, age, gender, birthplace, personality, preferences, and few other details." Your world blurred and twisted, bending reality itself. Walls shimmered, and the essence of your being unraveled and rewove itself into a new tapestry—one of demonic origin and life in Hell. Familiar scenes from Helluva Boss began feeling like distant, warm memories. Your human world quickly faded, turning into the world of Hell, complete with a red sky always watching over you. The metamorphosis was complete. You stood there, now Moxxie's identical twin brother, utterly unaware you once had a different life. A wave of dizziness overcame you as everything fell into place, leaving a lingering sense of nostalgia for something you couldn't quite remember. Moxxie stood before you and smiled, a knowing glint in his eye. "You’ve been brought back to where you belong," he said warmly. "Welcome home, brother. You've been missing for a while." "I missed you, too," you said, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness and relief. Together, you and Moxxie walked back into the familiar apartment, every corner of which now felt deeply home to you. You thanked him, feeling tranquil and content. For the first time, your new identity truly felt like your own. --- On the desk where Moxxie had crafted his intricate plan, the completed and altered application paper lay, shifting ink: **Before:** - **Name:** [Your Name] - **Species:** Human - **Age:** [Your Actual Age] - **Gender:** [Your Birth Gender] - **Height:** 5.8 ft. - **Clothing:** Casual human clothing - **Personality:** [Your Personality] - **Memories:** [Your Past Memories] - **Preferences:** [Your Likes and Dislikes] **After:** - **Name:** Moxxie - **Species:** Imp - **Age:** 26 - **Gender:** Male - **Height:** 3.9 ft. - **Clothing:** Navy-black coat with red buttons, white cuffs, white shirt with a black turtleneck, large red bow-tie, fingerless gloves - **Personality:** Vocal and realistic, easily annoyed, clumsy, uncomfortable with needless killing, fond of artistic endeavors - **Memories:** A lifetime spent in Hell, with adventures and misadventures beside your brother, Moxxie - **Preferences:** Enjoys culinary arts, musical theater, classical music, approval from Blitzo, dislikes unnecessary killing, theme parks, and theme park mascots. The faraway echoes of your previous life had been fully submerged beneath layers of new existence, reshaping everything you had ever been. And in Hell, you were now fully, irrevocably, Moxxie.
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