Alastor's Twin Brother

Everything is normal until you feel the world tilt suddenly. You blink your eyes too fast, attempting to adjust to the unnerving feeling of displacement, as if the reality you’ve known all your life has suddenly shifted. The room is bathed in crimson and blare from a radio breaks out in your otherwise quiet room. A voice, resonant and declarative, bounces off the walls. "Welcome, welcome, welcome!" it announces jubilantly. Your heart begins to thud in your chest. A feeling of something not right sweeps over you, setting off a primal instinct, telling you, insisting, that you're intruding… or is it, being intruded upon? Suddenly, he steps into view. Alastor, the Radio Demon, from the bewitching Hazbin Hotel series. He's every bit as charismatic and intimidating as you've known from the series, his dread-inspiring aura wrapped around him like a coat. But there's something different about him, an almost gleeful curiosity dances in his eyes as they lock with yours. "I've always thought I would enjoy having a twin," Alastor muses, his voice cool, collected yet humming with excitement. The polarity of your experiences starkly highlights the absurdity of the situation. But before you manage to react, everything transforms. The first thing you notice is the prickle, the creeping sensation of your body changing, remolding itself. You can feel it shifting, popping, your XX chromosome shifting to XY; your female body becoming male. You look down, shocked to see broad shoulders where slender ones used to be, masculine features replacing your feminine. Your body is transforming, and despite being a helpless victim to it, a sense of awe still manages to take a hold of you. Suddenly, your vision blurs. The transformation is speeding up, and with every passing moment, the changes become profound. Your clothes morph into a dapper red tuxedo, precise to every last detail. You feel a pull, your body growing taller, older. You're no longer stuck in your timeline but accelerating, your age leaping forward. The rush relents momentarily, allowing you a fleeting moment of clarity to witness yourself in the mirror. You spot a man looking back at you, uncannily identical to Alastor the Radio Demon. Your hair has transformed into the same crimson shade, styled to mirror the familiar look almost perfectly. Your eyes, now no longer your own, flash an eerie luminous yellow, a striking resemblance to Alastor's. In the final, most jarring phase of the change, your memories and personality follow suit. It's terrifying, how swiftly your thoughts and memories are replaced. Every trace of your past human existence is erased. You feel your self, your identity being overwritten, consumed by the persona of Alastor's twin. Your own person fades out, replaced by a newer version, complete with a background and history, feeling some sort of phantom, inherent connection with Alastor. As your transformation concludes, you open your eyes and, surrounded by the familiar gloominess of Hazbin Hotel, you stand, not as the person you once were, but as the Radio Demon's twin. You remember everything and nothing. You have always been here, always known this world, always been Alastor's twin, yet a part of you whispers in the back of your mind, whispering a life and persona you cannot recall. Alastor grins, seemingly satisfied with the changes. You find yourself mirroring it, a part of you amazed, another part indescribably curious … After all, you’ve always been Alastor's twin, haven't you?