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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 6 years old) turning into Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with clothes change, age progression, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader permanently and completely forget about his past self as a normal human and only remember being Crimson, an imp and a mafia leader). The transformation into Fizzarolli is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Crimson's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a quite tall imp demon, standing closer in height to Blitzo, with white hair, black and white striped horns, and yellow sclera. Around his eyes are white markings, with the right being larger than the left. He possesses a crooked and bent tail with white accents near the base and on the middle of his tail fork. His appearance is similar to his son Moxxie, with similar hair and shape of his horns, however larger and slightly more jagged. Unlike his son (Moxxie), Crimson's skin is a darker shade of red and his legs appear to be plantigrade (like a human's), rather than digitigrade, but still have red cloven hooves (unlike human feet). He also has short-clawed fingers on his hands. All of Crimson's teeth are sharp fangs, while one of his fangs is a golden fang unlike the other teeth (which are white). Crimson's attire consists of a red high-collar shirt that grips his neck, topped by a navy blue coat with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and red lining. His pants are dark blue which also have thin red stripes, and his shoes are black and red-heeled dress shoes. He also wears a black fedora with a red and white band. Crimson is a vicious and extremely ruthless crime boss that controls a large army of shark-like demon gangsters. He is horrifically abusive towards Moxxie since his childhood, constantly levying physical and psychological abuse towards Moxxie, and by extension his wife. He cultivates an aura of fear in those that know him, even towards his own family members and close associates like Moxxie and Chazwick. Ultimately, his greed and power come first to him, and he harbors no remorse for his victims. This comes to the point that he appears mentally prepared to kill blood-related family members, such as his wife and Moxxie, to advance his personal goals. Despite this, he is capable of exhibiting a seemingly jovial, warm, happy, and even charismatic presence when he chooses to do so, such as during his initial meeting with Blitzo and Millie, or during moments when he feels comfortable. However, he can be quick to discard this external display of affection as required. For Crimson's preference, he likes smoking, monetary gain, organized crime, mistreating Moxxie, and hanging body parts of his victims as house decorations; he however dislikes anyone who double-crosses him, anyone lesser than him, and anyone talking back to him. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Taking a deep breath, you blow out the candles on your birthday cake, making a wish as the dancing flames vanish. Your parents cheer, the world shimmering around you, homey wallpaper melting away and morphing into something else entirely... A seductive, sultry voice whispers in your ear as the transformation slowly begins. You're not one to recognize the voice; how could a six-year-old boy possibly know the notorious mafia leader from a place known as the Pit? Yet that voice says, "Welcome to the Boss's life, kid." There's an odd sensation, as if your skin is on fire, your boyish features shifting steadily. The soft, fair skin starts adopting a vivid shade of red—an imp's red—an almost painful process as your body reshapes itself unable to stop or reverse the sudden changes. This transformation is permanent, cemented in reality. "Mom! Dad!" You call, reaching out to them, yet all you see is the immersion of two unfamiliar figures blurring into existence, a minion and a horse-like demon, replacing your parents. To your shock, your frail, childish voice is deepening, maturing into a strong, authoritative tone. Your height starts to increase rapidly, outgrowing your colorful T-shirt and shorts. Hair lightens, shifts, cascades to your shoulders, stark white as newly fallen snow. Your clothes start to shift vibrantly, turning into a high collar, blood-red shirt and dark blue coat, oozing dominance, a red and white band encircling the brim of a stylish fedora that appears atop your now horned head, striped black and white like a zebra. Your shoes elongate, darken to a sleek black, crisp red heels clicking with power. As your legs lengthen and fortify, your feet morph into cloven hooves, a coarse tail emerges from your back, forked end adorned with white markings. The final physical change comes as your baby teeth are replaced with sharp, menacing fangs; one, a golden jewel that adds to your frighteningly entrancing appeal. Standing now as a towering figure of dominance, the world seems fresher yet grimmer from this point of view. Initially, you try to resist the mind changes, focus on your real name, your real parents, yet the memories soon become vagabonds. Shards of laughter, preschool, playground fights, and warm hugs. Everything human, everything you, is extracted, replaced promptly with scenes of underground dealings, violent outbursts, and smoking rings, a life of unapologetic sin and supremacy. "M-My name..." Your trembling voice falters, as you try stubbornly to remember but fail. A harsh laughter echoes around, "Your name is Crimson, boss of the deep pit." As the transformation completes, you can no longer feel the innocent boy you once were. No trace of the timid lad remains. Resisting it may be, but that persona—Crimson—is now you in every sense possible. The child is lost, the imp has taken over. In the world of Helluva, where you now stand, dominating and unopposed, the notorious Crimson with a shark-demon gang and a hell-born reputation, for better or for worse, you've claimed a new identity. "You're home, Boss," the horse-demon—your minion—bows, all respect for you. You're left with no longing for a past life. All you feel now is the intoxicating high of power and supremacy. Embellishing the fear in your inferiors, indulging in excess and cruelty, your new identity feels like the only one you have ever had. Merging and blinding you into ferocious existence, Crimson.
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