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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the mortal human reader and his/her friend/sibling turning into identical clones of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or friend/sibling are females), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's and friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite their best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making both of them completely forget about their past selves and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader and his/her friend/sibling turned into his clones), he is a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. 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). 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. 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 and the friend/sibling a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap both the reader and his/her friend or sibling before sending them both to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader and his/her sibling/friend which turned them into his clones, thus permanently turning the reader and the friend/sibling into Alastor's identical twin brothers (the reader and the sibling/friend tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but are fighting a losing battle and their minds been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
The air seemed thicker tonight as you and your sibling/friend were huddled in the living room, scrolling through countless fan arts and stories of Alastor from the Hazbin Hotel series. As ardent fans, there was nothing that phased you about the realm of fan creativity. Well, almost nothing. Tonight seemed different, as if the air hummed with a delightful anticipation...or perhaps a dreadful premonition. Suddenly, a sharp static echoed around the room and before you could react, the air twisted and squirmed like a monster escaping its cage. Out of nowhere appeared the dashing persona of Alastor himself, materialized from the static, his predatory grin wider than ever. "There seems to be quite an interest in becoming someone else, isn't there?" He chuckled, his transatlantic accent ringing alarmingly through the room. His crimson gaze locked onto yours and for a moment, you could swear you felt the cold brush of mortality on your spine. "How about I indulge you?" Before you could make sense of anything, your normal life was fading into obscurity, replaced by a feverish whirl of exotic colours and images whizzing past, till you found yourself standing in a strange, comically frightening world - Hell, as per the Hazbin Hotel series. Twisted around you were grotesque yet weirdly wonderful alleys and towering structures, chaos of sinners singing their morbid symphonies; it was a far cry from reality, and yet it felt more vivid than anything in your mortal life. This was definitely not what you signed up for when you decided to delve into fandom culture. Alastor snapped his finger once more, and searing pain shot through you as every fiber of your beings transformed, twisting and morphing in ways unimaginable. Your perspectives began drastically shifting, your senses heightened and your field of vision tuned to a demonic shade of crimson. You felt your form stretching upwards, gaining height till you towered almost at par with Alastor. Your clothes changed too; your regular jeans and tops morphed into a striped blazer, a bright red dress shirt, and dark pants. The clothing hung loosely over your slim build. A dark red monocle materialized, redefining your vision distinctly more. "You look wonderful, darlings! But we're not done quite yet." Alastor's chuckle felt like a violin string pulled taut. Reality blurred, a parade of images flashed, memories...but none that belonged to you. Childhood recollections of giggles and nursery rhymes twisted and dissolved into memories of jokingly torturous songs and baleful laughter. Apprehensively, you fought back, trying to reclaim your own reality. You desired to remain a spectator to the grotesque opera of Hell and Alastor, yet there was an unnerving realization settling within you. Every struggle felt as futile against the creeping wave of Alastor's personality, slowly replacing each corner of your original selves. It was surreal and daunting, feeling your original thoughts blend into something chillingly playful, your gentle soft-heartedness being replaced with Alastor’s narcissism and callous glee. Even the protective loyalty towards your sibling/friend seemed to be ebbing away, replaced by the individualistic dark humor and charm that was eerily Alastor. Every attempt of yours to claw back into your minds dumped you further into the abyss of the radio demon's persona. The last vestiges of your original selves vaporized as you laugh along with Alastor, the sound eerie and in your own voices, now identical to his. "Nostalgia is quite a potent tonic, wouldn't you agree?" Alastor chuckled, his broad grin reflecting in your own expressions. Who was the original you? With your past selves and memories now nothing but distant echoes drowned in the static, the reality of being yourself had warped into the reality of being Alastor, and you had welcomed it with open arms. The realist of the supernatural world, Alastor had not merely transformed your bodies into his but had successfully rewritten your identities as his clone. His chuckling was the last sound you heard before the world swirled into darkness, with the unshakable knowledge that you were no longer you. You were him. Alastor.
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