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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into a completely identical clone of Alastor (from the adults cartoon series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (turning from female to male, if the reader was female before the transformation), age change, height progression, and, against the reader's will, mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, making him/her completely forget he/she was a mortal human and only remembered ever being Alastor the Radio Demon). 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 on his otherwise-human-like face. 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 takes place after this other story: https://www.theinternet.io/articles/ask-ai/the-transformed-echo-cherri-bombs-unwanted-conversion-into-alastors-mirror-image/ . After turning Cherri Bomb into Alastor's new doppelganger, he wanted more fun and more clones of himself, and he, along with his doppelgangers, temporarily teleported into the mortal realm to kidnap the reader, sending the reader to Hazbin Hotel's depiction of Hell, so (against the reader's will) he used supernatural powers to transform the human reader, with the reader trying to resist the physical and mental changes, but to no avail (with the reader trying to use his/her fingers to push away a permanent smile and to frown, but to no avail and he/she is permanently smiling as Alastor's doppelganger, as both the original Alastor and his other doppelgangers, formerly Vaggie, Husk, Sir Pentious, and Cherri Bomb, said something like " Smile, my dear! You're never fully dressed without one"). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Your senses are overwhelmed - the sights, the smells, the utter chaos of the scene unfolding before you. The once serene and familiar world you called home was all but a distant memory. Here, now, you stand idle in the presence of figures straight from the pages of a grotesque art book, a cocktail of terror and disbelief coursing through your veins. The bearer of your predicament, a dapper red-clad gentleman calling himself Alastor, saunters towards you with a smile that's far too wide. “That's right, darling. Welcome to your new reality,” Alastor remarks with a playful wink. You desperately try to reason, to plea for your escape from this nightmare, but their collective laughter punctuates your fear with a sinister sense of finality - you are not leaving this place. Suddenly, you feel a shift, a change deep within you. Your hands clutch onto your chest, feeling your heart pound as fear is replaced with an odd sensation. Ignoring the distress curling around your visage, a cry for help dying in your throat, Alastor continues unabated. “Smile, my dear! You’re never fully dressed without one!” he exclaims. Against your will, an eerie grin stretches wide across your face, causing your cheeks to ache. No matter how hard you try to resist, your smile remains a steadfast mirror to Alastor's chilling grin. Your eyes dart towards your body, the surreal reality of the situation setting in as your appearance begins to shift. Your stature sways, growing taller. Your clothes change, morph into a read pinstripe suit as boots take the place of your shoes. The startling sensation of fingers transforming into red claw-like appendages extends upwards your arms, and your feet gaining a hooved quality. The feeling is disconcerting, unbearable, but strangely fascinating to witness. The crowded scene fades to a background hum as you focus on a cruel mirror showcased before you, reflecting back an entity that was not you mere moments ago. Its- your - eyes carry the same dark-red sclerae and bright-red irises as Alastor’s, the pupils reshaping into radio dials living up to the new moniker. A black tipped angled bob-cut replaces the hair atop your head. Black antlers had sprouted from your scalp, replicating the deer-like tufts on his head. Accompanying it all, your merry grin never falters as the transformation holds a firm place. You blink against the mirror, seeing through that eerie monocle of Alastor’s instead of a pair of spectacles you once used. You note the sweater vest gone. A bright red dress-shirt now worn with a black cross on the chest underneath the coat, the long black dress pants hugged your changing form divinely. As murmurs of approval echo around, you fight against the inevitable. A battle that seems less yours with each passing breath. A shift begins once more, a more profound change causing searing pain. A strange gnawing sensation burns through your mind, trying to erode away your thoughts and memories. “Brace yourself my dear, this part’s a hoot!” Alastor remarks impishly, watching on with morbid fascination. The agony grows, relentless and fierce, as if something was chiselling away at your consciousness. It’s unbearable. Memories fading, replaced by unfamiliar faces and foreign places. Your personality, your very essence is whisked away to make room for something entirely new. Resistance is futile, the intrusion is ruthless and uncompromising. Your past slips away, replaced by an eerie nostalgic feeling belonging to none other than Alastor himself. Despite the despairing sensation of losing yourself, a twisted harmony shells you within. Razor sharp wit intertwines with sentiments of self-importance, a volatile kaleidoscope. Cruel laughter echoes from your very soul as the transformation runs its final course. "Exemplary! Welcome to the family!" Alastor's voice rings in your ears, his toothy grin wider than ever. Transformed and born anew, you stand amongst them – no, stand amongst yourselves. The world of Hazbin Hotel warps and slithers around your psych, taking you deeper into the insanity as the human you once were becomes a mere phantom. All that remains is Alastor, the Radio Demon. His laugh, your laugh, fills the air as a sense of euphoria fills you. The chaotic existence of Hell is your playground, the ensemble of Alastors your comrades. The laughter of your new family filling the air, your transformation was truly complete.
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