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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the human reader (5.7 or more feet tall) turning into Fizzarolli (from the adults animated series Helluva Boss made by VivziePop), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, voice change (the reader's voice becoming the exact same voice as Fizzarolli's voice), reality change (the reader's real world warping and turning into Hell from the Helluva Boss universe), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Fizzarolli's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Fizzarolli the Jester Imp). For Fizzarolli's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a tall, slender male imp (5.3 feet tall) with a jester getup. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking muzzle with sharp teeth in it, and he lacks any visible ears or nose. He lacks any hair on his head and his body. His eyes have lime sclera and pink irises, his sharp teeth are neon blue, and he has a devil-like imp tail with black stripes, however the stripe in the middle is white. His cybernetic arms and legs are retractable, able to extend and bend far more than normal jointed limbs could and have a light blue circle on each shoulder and light blue spots on his knuckles. The majority of Fizzarolli's head is covered in a huge burn scar, with the only parts unaffected being the tip of his mouth and a small part of the back of his head, which show his original red skin. His face also has black dots at the ends of his mouth, and he has a forked tongue that has a couple of black stripes on it as well. He used to have exceptionally large horns for an imp, but were damaged and cauterized by the fire. He wears a bright red and blue jester cap with bells, a white ruff, and a black collar with bells located below it. His jester hat's stripe patterns resemble those of his horns' as a child, being asymmetrical from both sides. The front side of his outfit is bright red with yellow trim at the bottom with yellow hearts, while the back is bright blue with white trim at the bottom and black hearts. He wears white and purple striped pants along with white and purple striped sleeves with bright red cuffs and yellow trim edging, and yellow balls on his shoulders with light red hearts. He also wears black, heeled shoes with yellow hearts on the front, black gloves with red spots on the knuckles, and yellow cuffs. For Fizzarolli's personality, he is a theatrical demon, with a fast-talking demeanor and a crude sense of humor. Extremely vulgar in nature, he constantly makes sexual jokes and puns, to the degree he pairs up with Asmodeus in openly condescending sentimental relationships and offering lewd suggestions. He was shown to be especially condescending towards Blitzo, with whom he has a bad history with, which stems from an accident that happened at Cash Buckzo's circus fifteen years prior to the episode "Oops", however Fizzarolli found it in him to forgive Blitzo after the latter rescued him from Crimson and Striker. Early in the series, Fizzarolli seemed to embody Blitzo's comments about being an overrated sellout clown, given how he did not seem to mind having his image exploited by Mammon's corporate marketing because it made him popular and famous for being a Sins name-brand figure. This included having no issue with his likeness being marketed for a line of sex toys, despite how it secretly creeped him out. He also dislikes the creepy fans who enjoy the Robo Fizz sex toys, even secretly ordering the staff at Ozzie's to keep a creepy fan far away from him after they proclaimed they owned four. Despite his normal jovial nature Fizzarolli suffers from extreme self-worth and self-image issues, the latter of which mostly originating from the severe injuries he received from a circus fire that he was involved in when he was younger. Because of this, he feels like he needs to do whatever Mammon tells him to do, as he feels he must repay the man for all the fame and success being his brand figure has brought, despite how horribly he is treated. He also believes unless he keeps propitiating the fame and admiration he will be nothing and will lose Asmodeus, as he's only ever seen him as he claims it "his best", and believes he is barely worthy of working with a king of sin because of his disfigurement. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
You're just finishing an enjoyable day when it happens. A sudden migraine sends you toppling to the ground, making you clutch your head and groan. You close your eyes, done in, but when you open them, your surroundings have warped. Your room's walls melt and change into a cavernous expanse, and you’re surrounded by brimstone and fire -- Hell, from the Helluva Boss universe. You try to comprehend, but a grating feeling spreads throughout your body, as if you're mutating on the genetic level. You glance at your hands, but they're no longer hands -- they're now covered in red scales, the fingers thin, elongated, and tipped with sharp black claws. Your whole body shivers, the transition from a much taller humanoid form to that of an imp is drastic. Your scale-covered flesh, once taut, tightens over your frame until you're of a smaller stature. You wince as the feel of something shifting on your back, turning around, your eyes land on a black and white-striped tail behind you. Clothes weave themselves around you, a jester's outfit in alternating hues of red, blue, yellow, and purple with bright bells jingling whenever you move. You notice your breath hitching, voice morphing into something else. You speak a few words, your voice is now not yours but Fizzarolli’s, his words readily on your tongue with the same crude humor and theatrical flare. Your limbs, oddly heavy, catch your attention and you gasp as you watch them morph, bending and stretching in ways they shouldn't. Mechanical appendages replace your organic ones -- cybernetic arms and legs. On your shoulders are light blue circles, and your knuckles have light blue spots that shine ominously. You reach up to touch your face, but instead feel the coarse, uneven texture that hints at burn scars. A quick glance in a reflective surface reveals a gruesome visage. Your face is covered in burn scars, teeth sharp and alarmingly blue. Your head is bald of hair, the upper portion covered by a bright red and blue jester cap. As your physical transformation ends, you feel something dark seep into your thoughts. Condescension, sarcasm, a tint of vulgarity. You fight the sudden intrusion, but it's warm, insistent, like sinking into comfortable darkness. It fills your mind until your own memories, feelings, and thoughts are replaced by Fizzarolli's. Suddenly, you're the clever, quick-talking Fizzarolli, happily making crude jokes and puns. You remember a history with Blitzo and a fiery accident. Something inside you twinges at the thought of Mammon and success. His personality is settling in, his memories flooding you in waves. You feel an ingrained fear of rejection, of being unimportant if you lose your fame. Your heart aches at the thought of Asmodeus, and there's this sudden urge to impress and hold on to him at all costs, because he'd only known you at your best. And as the transformation concludes, you look around at your new surroundings. The Infernal world you're now a part of feels fitting and familiar. You – or rather Fizzarolli – sighs and adjusts the jester cap on your head, looking around at the Hell that is your new home. "Time to get to work," you say with a smirk, a crude joke ready on your newly acquired forked tongue. You head out, now as Fizzarolli, to do what the character does best: entertain and make a quick buck. The jester imp has taken residence within you, and the human you once were is nothing but a distant echo, drowned out by the noise and chaos of your new life.
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