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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height 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 the reader completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), 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 a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life 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 permanently turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind 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.
You were just an ordinary fan of the Hazbin Hotel series, interested and fascinated by the sinister yet compelling charm of Alastor, otherwise known as the "Radio Demon". Things started to change when a peculiar event occurred - Alastor, in all his charismatic wickedness, somehow managed to leave the animated world of Hazbin Hotel and step into the reality of your life. Alastor chuckled softly, his grin never leaving his face. "Well, isn't this quaint? Having grown considerably tired of all these amateurs attempting to reboot my character in their uncomplimentary stories. It's about time things turned a tad more interesting." Without warning, you found yourself swept off your feet and transported into the grotesque, lavish world of Hazbin Hotel. A swirl of supernatural black magic enveloped you, sending chills down your spine. Though you flinched and struggled, fighting the force that was rapidly altering your very form, it was, alas, all in vain. Physical changes happened in a flash. Bones lengthened, muscles slimmed, and your once-familiar reflection morphed rapidly. As your height climbed to a lanky seven feet, your skin paled to an unusual beige while your hair turned a vibrant pinkish-red, cropping into a classy bob-cut. Black claws punctuated fiery red hooves that took the place of your human legs and arms, and a pair of small black antlers sprouted on your crown. Alastor's attire, a favorite of yours, began materializing on your person. The red pinstripe coat with ragged hem, the black cross against the bright red dress-shirt, the dark monocle rimmed with black... even the cane with its intelligent, quirky microphone. Your struggle dwindled as your physical features solidified into the exact, spitting image of Alastor. You could feel your mind start to blur, old memories fading away, replaced by the shrewd and cunning thoughts of the Radio Demon. “No!", you screamed internally, clinging to your rapidly evaporating identity, straining and exerting with every ounce of your will to hold on to your personality, your memories. But the transatlantic voice of Alastor echoed within your mind, playing out like an old-fashioned radio show, drowning out your protests until all that remained was his dapper confidence and sinister charm. Alastor watched with fascination, "Well, my dear, you put up quite a fight, but this chapter is turning out to be quite a show, isn't it?" Your resistance waned, mind succumbing to the pleasantry of Alastor’s tone, your past life merely an echo, disappearing amongst the broadcast noise. Now, you were Alastor. Or rather, Alastor was you. You were his perfect replica, a product of his stern hand and a pawn in his elaborate game. A chuckle erupted from your new body, raspy and filled with euphoria, the joy of starting a new, exciting script in Hell. Every memory, every thought now belonged to him – but this sounded right, felt natural – as if you were always Alastor. "Ah, what a splendid turn of events!" Your newfound voice boomed throughout the hotel. "Cue the music, dears, it's showtime!"
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