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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader and his/her friend or sibling turning into identical clones of Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or the reader's sibling/friend are female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's and the friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, making them completely forget that they were ever normal humans and only remember being Crimson, an imp and a mafia leader). For Crimson's appearance (after the reader and his/her friend/sibling turned into his clones), 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. 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. The story would be that Crimson is still filled with hatred against I.M.P, since I.M.P crewmembers led by him stopped the forced wedding of his son Moxxie to Chazwick Thurman (who is now deceased and his toothed jaw is now just a house decoration in Crimson's house), and (unbeknownst to reader and his/her sibling/friend) is self-aware and he hated how the reader and the friend/sibling were laughing at his defeat. So out of supernatural reasons and revenge against I.M.P, he briefly leaves the world of Helluva Boss and visits the real world to to abduct the reader and the reader's friend/sibling and bring them to Crimson's house back in the Helluva Boss world. However, rather than Crimson killing the reader or his/her friend/sibling, he strapped both the reader and his/her sibling/friend onto an invention that Crimson discovered on an alleyway, and turned them both into his clones, thus turning the reader and his/her friend/sibling into Crimson's identical twin brothers. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
I gazed at the TV screen in absolute amusement, my best friend Sammy at my side. We were lost in the crescendo of laughter as we watched Helluva Boss, the popular animated web series about demons. The particular episode we were watching centered around Crimson, a towering imp crime lord who stood head to head with the lovable but erratic protagonist Blitzo. Suddenly, the laughter drained from our faces as the TV flickered and changed. Crimson, adorned in his iconic navy blue suit, was laughing, his golden fang glittering menacingly. "Oh, you two find me amusing, huh?" The voice echoed in our heads rather than from the speakers themselves. With that, the TV splintered, and before we knew it, we were yanked into a dark vortex; it felt like we were being sucked into the universe of Helluva Boss itself. The vortex spat us onto polished marble floors. We looked around in astonishment, every detail around us vibrant, and unfortunately, very real. We quickly deduced that we were in Crimson's spray, extravagant house. Crimson was there in the flesh, his sinister grin stretched over his face. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you enjoy your stay. It'll be... permanent." He chuckled darkly as he strapped us into the contraption he'd scavenged from an alleyway. The machine hummed to life, glowing with an ethereal, eerie light. "Wait, what are you-" Sammy began, only for Crimson to cut him off. "You laughed at my misery, now let's see how funny it is to be me." The sinister grin widened as he initiated the transformation. A searing pain coursed through my veins and Sammy's. Mirrors strategically positioned around us allowed us to watch our transformation in horror. Our heights stretched, resembling Crimson's towering figure. Feet shifted, morphing into cloven hooves, our skin morphed from whatever shade it was to a deep, bloody red. White and black striped horns sprouted from our foreheads and white hair seemed to erupt from our scalps. Strangest of all, our clothes shifting and changing into perfectly tailored navy blue suits, mirroring Crimson's attire. When the pain finally subsided, the mirrors were gone, Crimson's winged reflection replaced with mine... or should I say, his. We stared at our reflections; two identical clones of Crimson, complete to every detail. Sammy's protest died on his lips, replaced by Crimson's deep, cruel chuckle. Somehow, our minds also transformed; our memories as normal humans fading, replaced with Crimson's cruel, calculating thoughts and ambitions. We didn't even remember our human lives; all there was now, was Crimson. The double transformation was a success. Crimson grinned at us, his golden fang shimmering under the chandelier. We were his pawns now, doomed to spend the rest of our lives as ruthless, mafia imps. As I looked at Sammy or... myself, a mirthless chuckle radiated from within. My new, white-gloved hand rested confidently on the brim of the black fedora, adjusting it. I, or rather, we, admired our reflections with newfound arrogance. "Well, ain't we a sight for sore eyes?" I mused, and our laughter echoed through the extravagant mansion, the sound chilling, terrifying, and yet, somehow alluring. What a unique way to spend eternity... as Crimson's clones. One thing's for certain. We weren't laughing anymore.
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