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Alastor's clone brothers would now be in their early twenties, with the same appearance, clothes, age, height, personality, and memories as Alastor himself. They would be living in Alastor's luxurio

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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the reader and his/her friend or 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 the friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being 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 self 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 hoofed toes and red 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 would be that Alastor was getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, so Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap 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 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.

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With a loud pop, your life was not your own anymore. You and your friend were no longer in the comfort of your home, but in some twisted and chaotic world. The architecture reminded of the old 1920s, but with a vicious and demonic twist. A charming man in a dapper red suit stood before you, his grin menacing and filled with sharp, yellow teeth. His eyes shone with a dangerous pleasure which only seemed to grow as he eyed the both of you. "Welcome, darlings, to the Hazbin Hotel!" The dapper gentleman, Alastor, announced with a flourish of his thin cane tipped with a sentient microphone. His voice was rich and scattered with a Transatlantic accent, filling the damned space like an old radio show. Before you could question or protest, the sharp-suited man reached forward to touch you both, a current of black magic sparking from his fingertips. The sensation was as unnerving as it was strange. Suddenly, your body began changing rapidly. Height towering to a staggering seven feet, skin paling to beige, and your face, masculine, reshaping into the mirror image of Alastor. Even your clothes altered, transforming into Alastor's signature red dress-shirt and black cross, pinstripe overcoat, and pointed black boots. A tall, crooked black antler sprung from each side of your head. Next to you, your friend underwent the same transformation, becoming another physical clone of Alastor. But that wasn't just it. The black magic pervaded further, seeping into your minds like a deadly virus, infecting your memories and personalities. New memories took hold, replacing the ones you held so close and personal. You tried to resist, to retain your past identity. But Alastor's memories were overwhelming. Deep down, you knew it was a losing battle, the old you diminishing with every passing second. "'Tis a wonderful day for a spot of duplication, wouldn't you agree?" said Alastor, interrupting your internal struggle. The nostalgic radio tone in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. Glancing to your friend, their eyes mirrored your confusion and fear. But they too were quickly being subsumed by Alastor's character, that charming red grin slowing forming on their faces. With every word Alastor uttered, his personality and mannerisms infiltrated your mind further. Until, you found yourself standing differently, smiling with every pointed tooth bared. When you finally spoke, the words came out as if from a different person, tinged with the same charm and violent nature as Alastor himself. You had become Alastor, wholly and entirely. The harsh reality set in as you and your friend looked at each other, identical clones of Alastor. Utterly dazed, smiling that wide grin at each other in some cruel mockery of your reality. "Well now, isn't this a picture show?" you heard yourself say in Alastor's jovial tone, your abnormally long arm swung around his matching shoulders. The terror was quickly replaced with excitement as Alastor's personality took full control. A new era had begun, and it was time to enjoy the chaos. After all, it's the little things in life...or afterlife, that matter. The transformation into Alastor was complete. The you-that-was was now the you-that-is, and it felt disastrously, disturbingly...entertaining.

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Dec. 4, 2023, 6:45 p.m.

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Published: Monday, December 4, 2023

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