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Question: Write a transformation story of Dylan The Dylanus (an original character made by the Deviantart user Dylan613) turning into Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with age progression, height progression, and mind/mental change (with Dylan's personality and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite his efforts of fighting back those new memories and personality, making him completely forget that he was a teenage mortal boy Dylan and only remembered ever being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Dylan's appearance, he is a 4.9 foot tall, 15 year old boy who has a lean build for his size, tan skin, medium-length brown hair (that reaches his chin, although not covering his face at all), and has green irises. He wears a dark blue hoodie, a lighter blue t-shirt underneath, and cyan wear jeans. He also has white socks underneath his black tennis shoes, which have an x-shaped gray marking on each of his shoes' tongue. Dylan is a kind, considerate, smart, and understanding character, who is a love interest to Emma (his girlfriend) and is playful around his slightly older, smarter brother Black. Despite his small frame and being a teen, he goes in the way to protect his homeland against various villains and monsters (always successful, even if some are more difficult than others). Despite these traits, he does have some flaws, such as his intolerance to swearing (which aren't present in his homeland), being quite weak without superpowers (which he actually does not have and only obtains them when using special devices), and has fear of vampires and demons alike since he views them as nothing more than pure evil monsters. For Alastor's appearance (after Dylan turned into him), he is a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. He is approximately 7 feet tall and is, biologically, somewhere in his 30s or 40s when he died as a human before arriving to Hell as an immortal demon. 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.
Dylan The Dylanus found himself face-to-face with an ominous portal, radiating a sickening crimson hue that seemed to pulsate with malevolent energy. As a brave protector of his homeland, he felt a sense of duty to confront it, despite an overwhelming sense of dread seeping into his bones. Emma, his girlfriend, and his brother Black, both pleaded with him to stay away, but Dylan was resolute. As he stepped closer, the portal's pull became irresistible, dragging him into its swirling depths. Inside, Dylan felt a disorienting rush, the world around him dissolving in a cacophony of light and sound. When he finally landed, it wasn't in the familiar environment he expected, but in a dark, twisted version of reality. He tried to stand, but an intense pain shot through his entire body, his bones creaking and muscles stretching unnaturally. His height rapidly increased, from his modest 4.9 feet to a towering 7 feet tall. His clothes strained against his growing frame until they began to transform as well. The soft, comforting fabric of his blue hoodie and jeans morphed into the sharp lines and dark hues of a red pinstripe coat. Black gloves wove themselves over his hands, and his shoes extended into pointed-toe boots. Beneath the growing coat, his flesh shifted, his tan skin becoming a pale beige. His youthful green eyes darkened, turning into the haunting dark-red sclerae with bright-red irises, which only added to his disturbing transformation. Medium-length brown hair began to retract and lighten, reshaping itself into a cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips. From the top of his head, black antlers sprouted, growing larger and more pronounced. Panic surged through Dylan’s mind, but it was quickly drowned out by an alien presence. Whispers echoed in his head, erasing his kind, considerate nature and filling it with chaos and malevolence. He tried to recall Emma's face, Black's laugh, his homeland's serene landscapes, but those memories dissipated like smoke. His mind became clouded with new, foreign thoughts and experiences. He remembered a different life now: one of a man in his 30s or 40s, dominant, and feared by many, known as Alastor the Radio Demon. His voice and speech patterns altered, taking on the distinctive cadence of a 1930s radio announcer. His playful charm became tinged with a sinister undertone. The warm smile he once wore was replaced by a broad, menacing grin that showed sharp, yellow teeth. Despite his efforts to cling to his original self, Dylan's mind was fully overwritten. The memories of his life as a teenage mortal boy vanished completely. There was no more Dylan; there was only Alastor. He broadcasted a manic laugh into the air, the sound reverberating like an old radio transmission. His transformation was complete, both in body and soul, and the kind protector had become one of the most feared denizens of Hell. Alastor snapped his fingers, and a sentient vintage microphone appeared in his hand. “Well, well, what a delightful twist in the narrative! Who needs a dreary old homeland when we can have so much fun here?” he mused, the deep resonance of his voice indicating a complete loss of Dylan's original, gentle tones. As he strolled away with a malevolent bounce in his step, the portal behind him closed, severing any ties to his past life. Alastor the Radio Demon was here to stay, his previous existence as Dylan The Dylanus all but a forgotten whisper in the annals of his transformed mind.
Dylan, the 15-year old Dylanus from Deviantart stood tall at 4.9 feet with medium-length brown hair and his distinct dark blue hoodie covering a lighter blue t-shirt. A pair of white socks peeked out from underneath his cyan jeans and black tennis shoes completed his look. He was a by-the-book guy, intolerant to swearing and fearful of vampires and demons, which he perceived as pure evil. Despite his small build and lack of superpowers, he was a kind, considerate, and understanding protector for his homeland. Everything began to change one evening as Dylan suddenly found himself engulfed by an alien force. It felt like every molecule in his body was being warped and twisted, much to the youth's distress. Desperate, he tried to fight back but slowly, Dylan began to feel his familiar sense of self slip away. The boyish medium-length brown hair began to darken at the tips as it gradually bobbed and angled to a shorter length. His tan skin turned a shade darker, then grew a tinge of beige. His green eyes started to transform, their green color vanishing and replaced with a dark red sclerae. The distinctive green-blue clothing seemed to dissipate, morphing into a classy red pinstripe coat and black dress pants with a matching bright red cuff. Dylan's physique was next to change. His lean teenage body elongated visibly, growing taller as he aged into his 30s. He first hit 5 feet, then 6 feet before finally stabilizing at a height of 7 feet. His limbs seemed to stretch out, his fingers and toes reshaping and turning a definitive red. Observing himself, he could see his forearms and lower legs shift into a darker grey complexion. His feet seemed to alter their shape, as their new form hinted the hooves of a deer. His clothes shifted and formed a red dress shirt under his coat, a black cross on the chest and long black dress pants. Detail draped him, as the hem of his coat was ragged, a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center adorning his neck. His personality wasn't spared either, as Dylan's gentle disposition was replaced by a more amicable, commanding persona. Despite the jarring transformation, part of Dylan still clung on, fighting to remain present and resist the encroaching memories and personality of someone else. Yet, the transformation process was relentless, his mind riddled with unfamiliar memories, each imprinting a bit more of a character onto Dylan. It felt as if decades of life experiences were suddenly and violently being uploaded into his brain. Dylan could feel the growing liking to old-fashioned radio announcers, a transatlantic accent flowing into his speech. His fear of demons and vampires wiped clean, replaced by a new camaraderie with them. Dylan's new form was complete as he looked at himself. He now wore a monocle over his right eye and used a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it. He found himself admiring the black pointed-toe boots with red hoofprints he was wearing. He was known by a different name now: Alastor. The last vestiges of Dylan’s thoughts and resistance were overridden by the new persona inhabiting his body. His will to resist faltered as the boy who once was ceased to exist. After a final, futile struggle, it was Alastor who stood in his place, now unaware of the youthful life he once lived. The transformation was complete, and all that remained of the kindhearted, protective teen was this new form - Alastor the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel, every bit as charming and dashing as his reputation. Dylan existed no more, superceded by a newer, powerful being - Alastor.
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