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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 10 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.
My life as a ten-year-old human boy in our reality was fairly average. I loved to explore and run around the neighborhood with my friends, but one day, something unusual happened. I started noticing changes in my surroundings. My physical appearance began to change, as well as my age. My skin started turning into a darker shade of red, replacing the soft caramel tone. "What's happening to me?" I wondered, panicking as the mirror showed a face smeared with white markings. I felt a strange sensation on my head and reached up to find hard, black, and white striped objects -- horns. A look of disbelief crossed my face. This couldn’t be real. Around the same time, I started to grow taller – much taller than a ten-year-old should be. My clothes began to change too – a red high-collar shirt formed around my neck, and a navy blue coat with light blue accents and thin red stripes replaced my favorite superhero-themed t-shirt. My pants transformed into dark blue ones, also with thin red stripes, and instead of my old sneakers, I now donned black and red-heeled dress shoes. To top it off, a black fedora accented with a red and white band sat comfortably on top of my head like it had always belonged. "Mom? Dad?" I called, my voice trembling. "Something's wrong…" But my pleas fell on deaf ears – my surroundings were morphing, my house was transforming into an environment fit for mob leaders. My mental state didn't spare me, either. Despite my frantic attempts to keep hold of my human memories, they vanished, replaced with memories of a different life – a life as Crimson. "NO! I don't want to forget!" I screamed, my human consciousness fighting a losing battle against the incoming wave of unfamiliar memories and personalities. My ten-year-old, cheerful and playful disposition wore away, making room for ruthlessness, viciousness, and a thirst for power. My parents’ faces blurred, their names eluded me. They were replaced – by a different family – my wife, my son, Moxxie. Memories of a vicious past, of psychological abuse towards my own son and a sense of fear I instilled among my associates clawed their way into my once-innocent mind. In the mirror stood an imp demon, far removed from the boy I had been mere moments ago. A crooked and bent tail, short-clawed fingers, and cloven hooves – it was a monstrous sight. I touched a golden fang, the rest white and sharp. Guess I wasn’t your average human boy anymore – in fact, I wasn't human at all. My new surroundings appeared frightening – a world where the mafia ruled, where violence echoed, and where power dictated everything. I existed in its center – Crimson, a feared mob boss, powerful and dangerous. The world of Helluva Boss had taken over my reality. My preferences changed. An unusual love for smoking, monetary gain, and organized crime nestled into my being. I found a perverse pleasure in mistreating Moxxie, in hanging body parts of my victims as decorations. It disgusted me, the boy I was, but thrilled Crimson, the demon I had become. My transformation was permanent, irreversible. I lost the small, innocent boy and instead became a ruthless and fearsome demon – Crimson, forever. There was no trace of my past. Only the reality of my present as the notorious crime boss remained. "Mom, Dad…" The names felt strange, foreign on my tongue. Were they even my parents? I couldn't remember. Their faces, their love – it had all evaporated into a mist of forgotten human life. "Welcome to Helluva Boss," a voice echoed in the transforming surroundings. "Enjoy your stay, Crimson."
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