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Question: Write a transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 9 years old) turning into Angel Dust (from an adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with age progression (aging to around 30s in a blink of an eye), 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 and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making him 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 Angel Dust is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) 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 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 preference, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, Cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food; however, he dislikes his own feet, losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, 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.
Once upon an ordinary day in suburbia, nine-year-old Jake was innocently playing with his toys, blissfully unaware of the storm that was about to transform his life. Everything was about to change as his life intertwined with that of Angel Dust, the infamous entertainer from Hazbin Hotel. Jake’s reality began to shift inconspicuously. First, his surroundings began taking on a crimson hue, the buildings around him morphing into edgier, more intimidating structures. The air turned acidic and sulphuric, his once calm suburbia now reflecting the chaos of Hell. Jake's body began to warp simultaneously. He rapidly grew taller, skipping the years in seconds, his once boyish form getting taller, much too quickly. His skin became pale white, a stark contrast to his former tanned complexion. His voice started to crack, gaining a distinct New York accent. "Mom, Dad! Something's wrong!” he called out, but his pleas were met with silence as if the reality of his parents had been erased. A light-pink heart pattern formed on his chest. His limbs sprouted out in twos, making him gasp out loud. Jake found himself staring at two extra pairs of arms, one complete with cerise pink gloves, the other with white ones. His head sprouted a mop of fluffy white hair with splotches of light-pink. Growing uneasy, he caught sight of his reflection in a mirror. Eight pairs of cerise-pink eyes stared back at him. His right eye carried a light yellow sclera, his left one, a dark one. Even the clothes on his body changed, transforming into a light pink suit-blazer, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long thigh-high heeled boots. A black choker hung around his neck and a reddish-grey bow tie adorned his fluffy chest. As he grappled with the physical mutations, Jake's mental state began to twist. The personality and memories of Angel Dust invaded his mind like floodwater, replacing the thoughts of his nine-year-old self. Laughter, glee, pranks, crude jokes, they all inundated his mind, instilling a confidence and swagger that wasn't his own. Jake grappled with these thoughts, fighting back with every ounce of strength, desperately clinging on to his human innocence but it was a losing battle. Every thread of his former life was quickly unwrapping, Jake could no longer remember his parents, his friends, his childhood dog. He could only remember Angel Dust's work, his showmanship, his friends, his rivals, and Valentine, the boss he had to deal with. Jake was no longer, only Angel Dust remained. "No... no!" he cried out, hearing Angel's voice echo back at him. Staring at his highlighter pink and white hands, something new lurched up inside him. Angel Dust’s memories of Valentino’s abuse arose within him, causing his body to shudder involuntarily. Fleeting memories of cooking, a sudden appreciation for the color pink, a craving for Italian food flashed across his mind. Jake's world, his identity, was locked away, replaced by Angel Dust's life, a permanent reality now. All that remained were fragments of confusion and the haunting echo of what used to be a nine-year-old boy named Jake. "Amidst the chaos," Angel mused, "I can't help but wonder... Can a demon ever find redemption?" Everything transformed, leaving nothing but Angel Dust in a world that mirrored Hazbin Hotel. The transition was complete and irreversible, transforming the innocent nine-year-old boy into Angel Dust, a spider-like adults actor with a sassy personality and difficult past. "Is this Hell? Or my own personal heaven?" Angel Dust mused, "Guess only time will tell.” As he stepped into his new life, sarcasm and wit woven into his words, he had come to accept this transformation, to embrace this new reality that was now his own.
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