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Question: Write the transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it is forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves, despite being a male) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has a New York accent. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with six limbs (two legs and four arms), Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preferences, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food, but he dislikes his own feet (he would avoid sex work that involved his feet, or else he would be angry about it if it was unavoidable), losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to Angel, and memorizing scripts. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
The transformation started subtly at first. The reader, a perfectly ordinary human with a profound passion for the Hazbin Hotel series, suddenly noticed something strange. Small, seemingly inconsequential changes in their body which at first, chalked up to mere coincidences, but soon, they couldn't ignore it. Their height seemed to increase every passing day; they had to keep adjusting their car seat backward, and pants which fit just a few days ago barely reached their ankles now. Soon, they towered over everyone in their vicinity, feeling like an outlandish giant. Looking down, they saw that their body had also undergone a transformation - it was slender now, mimicking an almost feminine curve but still masculine. The next transformation was even more peculiar - their skin was changing color. It wasn’t a tan, more like fur, a blinding white fur that started on their arms and slowly spread throughout their body. They were further unnerved when they discovered a mop of fluffy white hair growing out from their head and splotches of light pink spots emerging on their fur. One evening, while looking in the mirror, they noticed their eyelids had turned light pink, while dark lashes batted against their now cerise pink irises. The right eye had a light yellow sclera while the opposite had dark. And, absent were the nose and ears, only a wide mouth full of sharp teeth with a golden fang sat right in the middle. They felt the panic shifting, turning into something more terrifying - realization. They reached a hand to their face, roughly touching the place where they used to have a nose, a memory fading away quicker than they could grasp at it. Their mind buzzed with the thought of becoming something far too familiar, something they were supposed to love from a distance. The reader's world changed alongside them – the real world seemed less vibrant, real, tangible. They could almost smell the sulfur, the faint echos of Hell ringing in their ears. The more they understood this new reality, the less they remembered about their old life. Their memories, their reality, it was all Angel "Anthony" Dust now – a spider demon, an adult actor, living in a Hellish hollow called Hazbin Hotel. "No, no, no! This can't be happening!" They cried out one night when the last shred of their human identity was pulled away from them. But it was no use, for they were no longer a human. The transformation was complete, it was permanent. Looking into the mirror, they were met with no human eyes, but the eyes of Angel Dust. "Oh, stop sobbin', ya weakling," the creature in the mirror drawled, a smirk on its face. The New York accent was foreign on the reader's tongue, yet it held that familiar lilt Angel Dust was known for. That cocky, brash assurance that radiated from his every line in the Hazbin Hotel series. "Welcome to Hell, baby," the reflection spoke, his golden fang glinting under the neon lights of the hotel. Now stuck in Angel's body, and the world of Hazbin Hotel, the former reader tried to hold onto the last bits of their humanity. But those thoughts, those attempts at fighting these mental changes slipped away from their grasp like sand, leaving them bare in the harsh reality of Hell. The change was complete, utterly irreversible. All they remembered was being Angel "Anthony" Dust. Deep down in their transformed mind, they also held Angel's personality – cocky, abrasive, a quick-witted demon with humor as crude and crass as it could possibly be. Stylish and flirtatious, he became an admired figure in Hell. But beneath this confident exterior was a sensitive and insecure mind that's riddled with the fear of showing his true feelings, a cynical on the idea of redemption. Becoming Angel Dust was rather a curse than a blessing for the reader, but the transformation was as permanent as it was irreversible. They were no longer a mere human reader, they were Angel "Anthony" Dust, a sinner demon at Hazbin Hotel.
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