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Question: Write the transformation story of a 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's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he has a slender build and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to 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 brash and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit. 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Once upon a time, you were just an ordinary person, living a quiet life, an avid reader drawn to the fascinating world of Hazbin Hotel. It was a strange fascination, one that wrapped around you like a silken cocoon, pulling tighter and stronger each day. You noticed the changes on a seemingly ordinary day. How close things seemed, as though you'd towered over them. The change was subtle, almost imperceptible at first; you were taller when you woke up, spindly limbed and awkward. Then you observed a dash of fur on your skin, blooming from a pristine white to sporadic patches of light-pink. It caused you to gasp, but also you found it strangely appealing. You'd always admired Angel Dust – his audacious demeanor, his flirtatious hints – but you had not expected to become him. As your height neared the 8 feet mark, your horrified fascination grew alongside. "This can't be," you muttered to your reflection, surveying the white furry slender shape towering in the mirror, vibrant cerise pink eyes shining back at you. Your hair had grown fuller, fluffier with the same heart-patterned light-pink splashes across it, and your chest began to adopt a distinct prominence. "I can't...I have to fight this." But fight as you may, reality was slipping between your fingers. Slowly, your mind and memories were waning, replaced by a New York accent that was not your own. Humorous quips and innuendos that you'd never concocted before spilled from your mouth unbidden. "Typical. I always knew I had a silver tongue, hah!" The reality you knew was warped all around you. The familiar peacefulness of your world darkened, giving way to the chaotic light of Hazbin Hotel. Buildings changed, people transformed, and all around you life took on the hue of a strange, dark, yet vibrant reality. "Geez, I didn't realize my world was filled with so many ugly freaks," you said, your voice brimming with confidence you'd only imagined Angel Dust could exude. Your past, your prior life, became nothing but white noise, drowned under Angel Dust's personality seeping in your mind. Your memory and thoughts slowly began dissipating, replaced with Angel Dust's memories, snatches of his past. Waves of insecurity would cloud your mind at odd moments, perpetually hidden behind a facade of confidence and witty banter that was now yours. "Man, I'm gorgeous," you smirked at your reflection, your chest full and fluffy underneath the tightly pinned light pink suit blazer, reddish-grey miniskirt, and the long matching boots comfortably snug on your legs. You caught yourself admiring the white gloves that now adorned your first set of arms, and the cerise pink set fitting perfectly on the other arms. "Well, would you look at that," you smiled, flexing the retractable set of arms you'd discovered. A strange impulse seized you, and despite the unnatural absurdity of it all, it felt right to say: "I'm finally me." And so, there was no trace of the reader you once were. The timidness, the unassuming personality, the older memories – all were forgotten, replaced by those belonging to Angel Dust. The transformation was complete, permanent, irreversible. You were now utterly and completely Angel Dust, your every word, your every action the embodiment of the angelic spider. "Life's a stage, and we're all in the show," you told yourself, enjoying the attention, the constant buzz around you. "And wouldn't you know, I'm the star!" And with a laugh tinted with sarcasm and a devilish charm, you truly felt at home in this chaotic, incredible, new world.
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