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Question: Write a transformation story of Husk (from the adults cartoon series Hazbin Hotel) turning into a completely identical clone of Alastor (also from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with age change, height progression, and, against his will, mind/mental change (with Husk's personality and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, making him completely forget he was a winged cat-like demon Husk and only remembered ever being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Husk's appearance, he is an anthropomorphic avian cat-like demon. His look is evocative of a magician, paired with a casino referencing playing-card theme. The sclera of his eyes are black, with yellow irises and slitted pupils. He has long, red eyebrows with black vertical stripes near the tips, and a small black heart above each eyebrow. His fur is taupe-colored, overlayed with white on his face, torso, feet, and upper arms. The insides of his ears are white with a red tip at the point and red heart in the center. A black tuff of fluff protrudes from each, creating the appearance of small hearts. He has a darker shade of taupe encircling his ankles, mimicking spats. His tail is taupe and long, ending with a large spray of "plume-like" fur or feathers, which are dark pink with black and white stripes. He has yellow-orange hearts underneath the paws on his hands. His wings are large and red, with dark taupe on the undersides. The undersides of his wings are decorated with black stripes which feature red and white roulette wheel dot markings. His outside of his wings are decorated with more black stripes, which wrap around the joints and run around a row of white roulette wheel dots. Husk accessorizes with a black top hat with a red hatband and a golden button-like decoration, as well as a red bowtie and black suspenders over his shoulders. Husk is a grumpy, lazy, and somewhat apathetic old sinner whose interests in Hell now lie mostly in gambling, parlor tricks, and prolific drinking. He can be gruff, standoffish and sarcastic, with a propensity to swear. Despite this, he is also surprisingly patient and able to take a lot of outlandish events in his stride, electing to just drink his problems away later. He is very observant, having the ability to read people and understand their problems well (even when they don't themselves), which makes him quick to notice when someone isn't being genuine with him, something he doesn't enjoy. He values authenticity and seems to understand himself and his own issues well too, openly accepting that his reliance on alcohol and gambling hasn't helped him feel better. He is surprisingly empathetic and willing to give a non-judgmental listening ear to those who need it, he shows a sweeter and more protective side to those he forms a more substantial connection to. Still a "husk" of his former self, he claims to have "lost the ability to love" long ago, though whether literally or metaphorically is yet unclear. What is clear was the fact that he lost his status as an Overlord after making a deal with Alastor, in attempt to save his power after gambling all the souls he had own. For Alastor's appearance (after Husk 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-coveted-transformation-vaggies-metamorphosis-into-alastors-mirror-image/ . After turning Vaggie into Alastor's new doppelganger, he wanted more fun and more clones of himself, and so (against Husk's will) he used supernatural powers to transform Husk, with Husk trying to resist the physical and mental changes, but to no avail (with Husk trying to use his fingers to push away a permanent smile and to frown, but to no avail and he is permanently smiling as Alastor's doppelganger, as both the original Alastor and his other doppelganger, formerly Vaggie, said something like " Smile, my dear! You're never fully dressed without one"). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (this story should include profanity/swear words (including but not limited to fuck, shit, bitch, etc) said by Husk herself, but Alastor does not use swear words with an exception of two uses of "fuck" and one use of "bitch") so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
One day in Hell, after the spectacle of Vaggie's transformation, Alastor had decided it's time for a little more amusement. His glimmering crimson eyes trailed over to the familiar figure of Husk, a feline-winged creature usually resigned to his corner with a bottle of bourbon in his grip. "Now wouldn't that be a sight? Husk, my dear man, how would you fancy joining the club?" Husk blinked, slightly confused and irked. His already gruff exterior became even more abrasive at the thought of what Alastor just suggested. "Fuck off, Al. I ain't joining any fucking club of yours. Especially not after what you did to Vaggie." Alastor simply laughed, unnerving Husk even more. "Oh, my dear man, I wasn't exactly asking." Suddenly, Husk felt a sudden rush of energy course through him, stronger than any liquor he ever tasted. He looked down at his hands, which were becoming slender and taking a different shade. "What the fuck.." He mumbled, clenching his fists, sensing his physical form bending to someone else's will. His large red wings twitched and dissolved, leaving only a chilling absence on his back. Height progressed next; Husk found himself stretching up to Alastor's towering stature, his form becoming lankier and leaner. His normal garb shifted into a fine red pinstripe suit, his hat morphed into a vintage-style microphone, and his feet morphed into red hoofed toes. Despite his resistance, the tranquil smile stuck on his shifting face seemed to widen, etching itself permanently onto his developing visage. Amongst the physical change, his mind began to shift as well, and was bombarded with memories and experiences that were not his own; radio shows, jazz music, the general ebbs and flows of the Roaring '20s, the emotions that were indelibly intertwined with Alastor's psyche, a cocktail of dry humor, ruthless ambition, etiquette, and insatiable curiosity. Try as he might, Husk's memories, his gruff personality all began to dim, like an evening light slowly succumbing to the twilight. He tried using his fingers to push away the permanence of that atrocious smile, to voice out his disapproval, but his reflection in an adjacent mirror reflected Alastor's unmistakable charm. His voice began to echo Alastor's sonorous timbre. "Stop it, Al! Stop this shit right now!", the words sounded harsh and utterly alien. Alastor, amused at his reflection, clapped his hands together, a playful glint in his eyes. "Wow, I do look good in a pair, don't I?" He cooed, circling the mirroring figure as though he was assessing an art piece. "It seems you've forgotten the rules, Husk. Here they are: Smile, my dear! You're never fully dressed without one." He said, gesturing to the lopsided smirk, now permanently etched on Husk's face. And just like that, as the last vestige of Husk whittled away, Alastor's newest mirror image, formerly Husk, was complete. The figure looked around, almost confused. "Husk? The name doesn't ring a bell. Alastor it is, and always has been." Alastor 2.0 raised a brow at the original. 'Why the fuck are there two assholes with the same ugly mug?' He idly pondered. No matter what,Come Hell or high water, Hell had just gotten a new radio demon.
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