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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the mortal human reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, height progression, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), 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 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 a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clones, thus turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind 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.
As you settled down in the evening to read a favorite webcomic, a peculiar sensation engulfed you. A chill ran down your spine and you felt as if you were being watched. Instinctively, you scanned the room and your heart nearly stopped as you spotted a towering figure, dapper and otherworldly, with a terrifyingly wide grin. It was Alastor, an illusion brought to life from your screen. Before you could react, he reached out, snatching you away from your reality. The world spun as you were pulled into the crimson underworld of the Hazbin Hotel series. Bewildered, you tried to grasp your bearings, scanning the familiar yet foreign landscape. Alastor stared at you with a hint of intrigue, his crimson irises nearly glowing as he raised a gloved hand, a wave of magical energy radiating from his fingers. "Let's shake things up, shall we?" His voice echoed, filling the air with a radio announcer tone, tinged with an uncanny delight. A sudden, alien sensation filled your being. You could feel your body beginning to change, warping and twisting in ways that defied comprehension. You clutched at your chest, your once average clothing replaced with a sharp, red pinstriped suit. The suit was perfectly tailored, the bottom slightly ragged, creating the illusion of sharp teeth. The blood-red waistcoat had a black cross on the chest, a stark contrast against the vibrant hue. You touched the dark, red oval-shaped monocle that now adorned your right eye, while your black gloves ended in red-tipped fingers. Your perspective shifted, the world around seeming to shrink as you shot up in height, stopping exactly at seven feet. A shiver ran through you as you felt your limbs elongate, taking on a powerful, lean physique matching Alastor's. Your hands checked your hair, finding a bob cut of pinkish-red with black tips. Two large, black-tipped tufts of hair sprouted from your head while small black antlers poked through. You could also feel the sharpness of your yellow teeth against your tongue, mirroring Alastor's smile. Just as physical transformation ended, the mental shift began. A cacophony of unfamiliar thoughts and memories rushed into your mind, battling against your own for dominance. Memories of your past life began to fade, replaced by a new existence that mirrored Alastor's to the last detail. The more you tried to resist, the more these new thoughts intertwined with your being, until they became the only reality you knew. Alastor looked at you with satisfaction, admiring his work. "A mirror image," he proclaimed, his raspy voice echoing around. Despite the discomfort and confusion, you found yourself grinning back, instinctively imitating his mannerisms. His satisfaction didn't sit well with you. Alas, you found resistance growing weaker and weaker with every passing second, until it was null. You no longer remember your name, your former self. You were Alastor now. You felt a surge of excitement for the drama and entertainment Hell had to offer. It felt... right. Alastor patted your back in an almost brotherly fashion. "Welcome to the family, Alastor." The world blurred before your eyes again as laughter echoed through the room. The last thing you heard, before succumbing to your new identity completely, was the Radio Demon's voice linking you back to the reality of your situation - you weren't the victim of Alastor's capricious prank, you were him. Reality seemed to finally catch up as the final words echoed in your ears. "There's nothing like a taste of your own medicine, right, darling?" He chuckled, stepping back into the thrumming life of his Hell and leaving you alone with your new existence. As the echoes faded, all that remained was Alastor with his own thoughts... you were the Radio Demon now, and there was a hell to run and entertain.
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