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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a mortal human reader and his/her friend/sibling turning into identical clones of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or friend/sibling are female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's and friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite their best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making them both completely forget about their past selves and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader and his/her friend/sibling turned into his clones), he is a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoof-toed feet and red clawed fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives the first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. Alastor's behavior, mannerisms, and even his voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader and the friend/sibling a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap both the reader and his/her friend or sibling before sending them both to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader and his/her sibling/friend which turned them into his clones, thus permanently turning the reader and the friend/sibling into Alastor's identical twin brothers (the reader and the sibling/friend tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but are fighting a losing battle and their minds been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
For a change, Hazbin's Hotel's infamous radio demon was feeling somewhat... bored. Alastor, resplendent in his sharp red pinstripe coat and dapper attire, looked down at his radio-box shaped hands with an involuntary sigh. The endless charade of chaos, familiar faces, and repeated melodramas was becoming monotonous. Meanwhile, the constant stream of online art depicting him as an ensemble of different characters from a myriad of universes was amusing at first, but now it simply seemed demeaning. A devilish idea lit up Alastor's face. A broad grin stretched across his face, boasting an array of sharp, yellow teeth. Perhaps it was time for a little creative turbulence in the otherwise mundane depiction of his character. Oh, wouldn't it be hilarious to teach the 'fervent admirers' a little lesson? Tuning into the right frequency on his vintage microphone cane, a strange buzzing noise filled the air as the scene around him shifted. The chaotic world of Hell disappeared, replaced with the calm of a reader's house. A bewildered reader was in the room, with a close friend or sibling beside him. Alastor's grin widened. Perfect. "Ah, my dear audience," Alastor stated, his voice echoing through the room, "It seems you have a distorted view of my character. Allow me to correct that." Without further ado, Alastor's hand glowed with ominous dark magic. "Let's spice up the story, shall we?" He declared, casting his spell on the unassuming pair. Fear flashed across the reader's face as they felt their body changing. Growing. Skin changing its hue, clothes shifting to mimic Alastor's. The sibling reacted similarly, yet both tried to resist the change they saw looming. More than just their bodies, their minds were under attack too. Thoughts flickered, memories were replaced, but they fought back, hoping to retain their true selves. But Alastor's magic was too potent. "Embrace who you're meant to be!" He chuckled, though they could hear the mirth in his voice. Their height increased, matching Alastor's own 7 feet. Suddenly, a pair of small black antlers protruded from their heads. He guided them to a nearby mirror, forcing them to observe their transformation. Their face morphed, mimicking that of a slim, dapper demon. Their eyes turned dark-red, sharp teeth replaced their soft human ones. Their clothes altered, replicating Alastor's unique fashion sense, right down to his boots and bowtie. "The picture show!" Alastor exclaimed, clapping his hands in glee. "Isn't it lovely?" Their last thoughts as their true selves were of fear. Despite their best efforts, they could feel their original selves slipping away, their memories hijacked by lifetimes of Alastor's exploits. His actions, thoughts, mannerisms - they felt them all creeping into their minds. His voice echoed in their ears: "What a charming demon belle we've become." And just like that, they were gone. Their earlier selves a distant memory that vanished in the blink of an eye. Left in their place were two more Alastors, identical in every way to the original. "As you see," Alastor declared to the air around him, hoping his scorn would penetrate the screen and reach his 'fans,' "there's only one Alastor, and you do him no justice by turning him into something he's not." Alastor, now a trio, returned to the Hazbin Hotel, where they would undoubtedly wreak more chaos, leaving the scattered remnants of their original selves behind. "Lesson learned, I hope," Alastor's voice echoed ominously in the reader's room, long after the three demons had left. The world snapped back to its regular frequency. The silence was deafening. The evidence of Alastor's little adventure, however, was irrefutable. The room reeked of sulfur, the lingering traces of a demon's lesson against misconceptions.
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