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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 11 years old) turning into Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with clothes change, age progression, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader permanently and completely forget about his past self as a normal human and only remember being Crimson, an imp and a mafia leader). The transformation into Fizzarolli is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Crimson's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a quite tall imp demon, standing closer in height to Blitzo, with white hair, black and white striped horns, and yellow sclera. Around his eyes are white markings, with the right being larger than the left. He possesses a crooked and bent tail with white accents near the base and on the middle of his tail fork. His appearance is similar to his son Moxxie, with similar hair and shape of his horns, however larger and slightly more jagged. Unlike his son (Moxxie), Crimson's skin is a darker shade of red and his legs appear to be plantigrade (like a human's), rather than digitigrade, but still have red cloven hooves (unlike human feet). He also has short-clawed fingers on his hands. All of Crimson's teeth are sharp fangs, while one of his fangs is a golden fang unlike the other teeth (which are white). Crimson's attire consists of a red high-collar shirt that grips his neck, topped by a navy blue coat with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and red lining. His pants are dark blue which also have thin red stripes, and his shoes are black and red-heeled dress shoes. He also wears a black fedora with a red and white band. Crimson is a vicious and extremely ruthless crime boss that controls a large army of shark-like demon gangsters. He is horrifically abusive towards Moxxie since his childhood, constantly levying physical and psychological abuse towards Moxxie, and by extension his wife. He cultivates an aura of fear in those that know him, even towards his own family members and close associates like Moxxie and Chazwick. Ultimately, his greed and power come first to him, and he harbors no remorse for his victims. This comes to the point that he appears mentally prepared to kill blood-related family members, such as his wife and Moxxie, to advance his personal goals. Despite this, he is capable of exhibiting a seemingly jovial, warm, happy, and even charismatic presence when he chooses to do so, such as during his initial meeting with Blitzo and Millie, or during moments when he feels comfortable. However, he can be quick to discard this external display of affection as required. For Crimson's preference, he likes smoking, monetary gain, organized crime, mistreating Moxxie, and hanging body parts of his victims as house decorations; he however dislikes anyone who double-crosses him, anyone lesser than him, and anyone talking back to him. 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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Story: “Crimson? Why are you reading comic books?” your mother asked, peering over your shoulder at the Helluva Boss comic clenched in your 11-year-old hands. “Want to know what it’s like to be such a character, mom!” You had always had a fixation on the series, although Crimson, an imp and mafia leader, fascinated you the most. Your mother chuckled, “Ah, you and your imagination.” As days bled into nights, as you continued reading about Helluva Boss' underworld, something started to change. Unbeknownst to you, a transformation had begun. You shot up through your clothes, arms and legs elongating as your soft pajamas became a red high-collar shirt, navy blue coat, and dark striped pants. Your shoes shifted to black, with red-heeled dress shoes. Your feet warped, contorting and stretching painfully until your toes were gone, replaced by cloven hooves. “Mom! Dad!” you screamed. The sound echoed, distorted to a sinister, demonic laugh. You ran to your parents' room, but it was locked. Their entire house seemed strange. It was looking less like your home and more like... “Hell, boy, welcome home,” Chazwick, Crimson’s right-hand man, greeted. Wait! Why does he seem familiar to you? Why were you in Hell? You remembered kicking a soccer ball in your backyard, but that was replaced with memories of torturing lesser demons for fun. You remembered your parents, but they faded away, making way for a ruthless demon wife and a fearful son named Moxxie. You fought back, recalling your parents’ faces and voices, but failed. The more you clung to your human self, the faster you turned into Crimson. You glanced in a nearby mirror. No longer an innocent 11-year-old boy, but a full-grown imp with white hair, black and white striped horns, and yellow sclera. One golden fang amongst sharp white ones gleamed back at your reflection, and you felt a peculiar pride. An artificial joy flooded your mind. “As Crimson, I can command every soul here!” You cackled. You tried to remember your mom's voice, to feel any pinch of remorse. You failed. Now, you only revel in the joy of power, the lure of organised crime and the thrill of mistreating Moxxie. Your hands explored a black, red and white banded fedora that suddenly appeared in your grasp, completing your transformation into a mafia boss. An unhealthy thrill surged through you. A chuff of smoke exited your mouth as you took to a sudden cigar clenched in your clawed hand. Struggling to remember that you were a human boy was futile. With each tick of the clock, your old self was disintegrated, replaced by memories and experiences of a powerful demon. An intimidating aura oozed off your figure as the remaining fragments of your human life evaporated, absorbed into a newfound reality of horror and fear. You laughed, your voice echoing through the underworld, into the darkest pits of Hell. Your transformation was complete; irreversible and unchangeable. You were now Crimson, the brutal and feared crime boss of Helluva Boss.
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