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Question: Write a transformation story of the reader turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into 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 all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he has a slender build and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to his heeled boots. 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. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. 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 (two legs and four arms), Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
One quiet evening, you found yourself engrossed in another episode of Hazbin Hotel. As the antics of Angel Dust played out on your screen, a sudden crackle of lightning outside your window pulled you from the animated world, followed by the eerie pulsating glow of your television remote. "Must be due to the weather," you mumbled, extending a hand to grab the apparatus. Upon contact, an electric current surged through your body, ricocheting through your senses. You didn't black out, but the world around you seemed to warp and distort. The familiar outlines of your living room twisted and rethreaded themselves into an unfamiliar landscape. Buildings, worn and broken, towered around you, charcoal sky looming above. Welcome to Hazbin Hotel. Foggy confusion quickly turned into terror as a wave of dizzying pain surged through your body. You were bending, elongating, and breaking all at once. Your shoes felt too small, your clothes too tight. Your height doubled, from a moderate 5 feet to a towering 8. You felt strange vibrations under your skin, an unsettling crawling sensation that manifested in an extra set of arms on either side of your body. Glancing downwards, you were met by the sight of your body morphing. A flat chest now rounded, obscured by a tightly pinned suit-blazer. The unfamiliar weight alarmed you. Staring at your fingers, or what was left of them, resembled the spindly hooks of angel spiders. Your once tan human skin was now a fluffy mass of white hair. There was a heat, starting from each eye, searing and intense as the features of your face began to morph. Three absurdly pink dots formed below your distraught cerise pink eyes and your mouth, previously a moderate size filled to the brim with pointed teeth and a single golden fang. Every transformation brought an onslaught of new memories, old thoughts and habits washing away like footprints in the sand. Your past life began to mend with Angel Dust's as your mind traveled a foreign labyrinth of emotions and experiences. The name Angel Dust substituted whatever your name was, fading as easily as the last note of a song. Struggling against the memory-loss was futile, like trying to keep the tide from turning. With each breath, the world started to make more sense, no; an entirely new reality came into focus. You could feel your mundane reality slipping away as Hell's dizzying array of sinners and eternal torment became familiar. A feeling of euphoria and thrill permeated as you stepped into the infamous character's shoes. Angel Dust's career, reputation, and sins washed over you, replacing you as if you were a distant dream. Your old self's pleasantries and restraint were replaced by a sharp tongue and quick wit, Angel's brazen and raucously fun demeanor demolished and rebuilt the personality you once held. Your humor became crass and flirtatious, the world becoming your one-man show. This was your permanent reality now. No human memories, no escape. Just Angel Dust; the spider demon existing in the never-ending chaos that was Hazbin Hotel. As you strutted down the streets of Hell, feeling the reminder of your transformation as your heeled boots hit against the street, you gazed at the grotesque faces of the denizens and smirked, "Oh, ain't ya'll just a parade of ugly freaks." Indeed, you realized the truth in your - Angel’s - words; the other denizens of Hell were mostly "ugly freaks". In comparison, you were stunning, maintaining Angel Dust’s arrogant allure and vibrant humor as you fully morphed into Hazbin Hotel’s renowned party boy.
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