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Question: Write a transformation story of the reader turning into an identical clone of Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, reality change (the reader's real world becoming 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 his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget he was a normal human and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he has a slender build and he stands around 8 feet with his heels on. 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 three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. 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 six limbs, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will. Angel is brash and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit. 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. The story would be that Angel Dust was getting sick of the reader (who is unaware of the series' characters being self-aware about real life) laughing at some of Angel Dust's bad luck and he is tired of being the lone adult star of the club he works and dances at. So to teach the reader a lesson and due to wanting a twin brother, Angel Dust (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 strapping the reader onto an invention that Angel Dust discovered on an alleyway, and turned him/her into his clone, thus turning the reader into Angel Dust's identical twin brother. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
It was a night like any other, you were curled up on the couch absentmindedly laughing at the misadventures of Angel Dust on your television screen. Little did you know, the handsome spider-demon was watching, and he was getting sick and tired of your seemingly endless amusement. "Ugh, they're doing it again," Angel Dust muttered under his breath, sipping on his martini. "Well, darlin', it’s time for some perspective." By some supernatural means, Angel Dust was able to emerge from the TV screen and step into your living room. You didn't even have time to react as he effortlessly scooped you up before sliding back into the haze of static and color. You stumbled into the bustling world of Hazbin Hotel, discombobulated and confused. Seeing your confusion, Angel Dust chuckled before leading you down a cold metallic hallway. There, you saw a peculiar invention standing ominously in the center of an alleyway. “Well darling,” Angel Dust strutted around the invention, “this here's going to make you walk in my fancy shoes. Let’s see if you still find my misadventures amusing then.” He straps you into the contraption and before you could protest, there was a flash, and a wave of vertigo washed over you. As your surroundings stabilized, you looked down at yourself and gasped. You are taller, much taller. As you look up, you can see your fluffy white hair with shades of pink. Feeling something strange on your back, you reach out and encounter two sets of new arms, equally frilly and spider-like. Your originally modest outfit is replaced by a racy red-grey miniskirt and thigh-high boots that seem to fuse perfectly with the leg. Looking down, you grew a prominent chest, your skin wrapped in the signature white and pink patterned fur. Your mind becomes hazy. Thoughts and memories become fused with another's. You remember growing up in Brooklyn, you know you are a member of the mafia, a showgirl, a performer. You recall the many dark jokes you’ve crafted, your crass humor and the talent of deflecting insults. Every bit of love you had for your lavish lifestyle and your playfully destructive humor installs itself into you, your earlier life fading into a small blip in your memory. In the mirror of the room, you see Angel Dust's image. His sarcastic smile, his thick lashes, even his golden, off-center fang is replicated on your reflection. You mimic his gestures and wisecracks effortlessly, subconsciously, before realizing the gravity of the situation. "I'm... I'm Angel Dust," you murmur out loud, the reality of it sinking deep. You felt sick, overwhelmed with the sudden mental invasion, “This isn’t me. I’m not him. I’m...” “You’re looking at your new twin brother, darling," Angel Dust chimes in, a wicked grin plastered on his face, “and may I add, looking good!” As the shock subsides, you start to see the world from a wholly different perspective. Despite your best efforts, you slowly become accustomed to the brash debonair lifestyle, the seemingly endless supply of dark humor, and the constant center of attention. Your other life as a commonplace human, over time, becomes a faded memory, like a distant dream you once had. This new world that was crafted around you, fully captures you into its grasp, leaving you lost in the persona of Angel Dust. In this reality, you are Angel Dust, and he was you. You both laugh, live, and even share the same misadventures. From that day forward, no one dares to laugh at Angel Dust because they themselves became the joke. They took your place, and you took theirs - the joke was on them.
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