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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into an identical clone of Alastor (from the adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change (becoming the age of 30s-40s years old, the same age as Alastor's exact age, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, becoming immortal in the process), height progression, voice change (the reader's voice becoming the exact same voice as Alastor's voice), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulders are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has an unnaturally broad smile (reaching from each cheek's upper area) full of sharp, yellow teeth. 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 hoof-toed feet and red clawed 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 has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form and control this shapeshifting ability, and return back to his default self on command), tentacle creation (the ability to produce black tentacles from his back and can create tentacles from outside his body, such as summoning tentacles through a portal), flexibility (able to contort his body into numerous unnatural poses), demonic magic (able to cast magic thanks to the high power-level he has accrued in the demon ranking system, this magic takes the visual form of glowing red symbols that resemble Voodoo veve, which float around him), shadow manipulation (able to summon shadows and manipulate them into doing his bidding), spatial warping (able to get around with the help of his shadow, allowing teleportation through this ability), portal creation (able to transport others to his location easily via the portals he makes), pyrokinesis (able to summon small balls of fire for display purpose), phytokinesis (able to make plants wilt with a single stare), manifestation, photokinesis (able to project red glowing light from his eyes as well as his microphone), and outfit alteration (capable of changing the outfits of his targets as well as his own with a snap of a finger). He is also capable of various other abilities including deal-making (as Alastor is known to be a deal-maker demon; deal-maker demons like Alastor can increase their power by dealing in souls, which is a very powerful commodity in hell, so they’re seen as very manipulative and not to be toyed with, deal-making is not something every demon can do, as such it is not to be taken lightly as it doesn’t generally work out well for the other party), broadcasting (when he was a living human, Alastor's profession was as a radio show host, and he continues his broadcasts in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him the title of "The Radio Demon"), bilingualism (Alastor can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (Alastor is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his mother's cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (Alastor is known to display moderate vocal abilities and excels at dancing, with some people noting tap to be a style he excels in specifically, he also shows a flair for theatrical showmanship), and wide intellect (Alastor is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). When in his full demon form, Alastor's body grow more elongated (making him even taller, more than 10 feet tall) and with broader shoulders (although his clothes grow with him to fit this form and his limbs become longer, his neck gains extra joints, and his black antlers grow in size to become massive black antlers. In Alastor's full demon form, his sclera turn black with his pupils turn into the shape of radio dials. His suit and ends of his mouth, in his full demon form, also gain stitches along them. For his personality, 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 manly voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent (always literally sound like he is talking through a vintage radio), 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. For Alastor's preferences, he likes/loves smiling, invading people's personal space, his mother and her cooking, the "picture show", strong liquor, cooking, people failing, playing pranks, black coffee, bitter tastes, theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, and venison; however, he dislikes being touched, dogs (possibly related to his death as a mortal human in 1933), frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, post-30s' technology, and anyone ruining his outfit. The story is that Alastor is getting sick and tired of being viewed as an evil monster, and to his dismay, the human reader views demons (who he/she is afraid of) as nothing more than stereotypical pure evil monsters. So Alastor (by some supernatural means and to teach the reader a lesson, plus he wanted a twin brother) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using his supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his completely identical clone in both the body and the mind. The transformed reader is unable to stop smiling (he/she has a permanent smile against his/her will), with the reader trying to frown or push his/her mouth to the opposite emotions aside from smiling with his/her own fingers, but to no avail. During the physical transformation (before the reader's memories and personality are replaced with Alastor's memories and personality), the reader is horrified, hoping that everything that was happening to him/her (as well as the real world of the Hazbin Hotel universe) was just a bad dream and hoping to wake up (possibly by either closing eyes or by pinching himself/herself), but sadly, this is all happening for real. Despite the reader's efforts, the reader is unable to fend off the new personality and memories, thus permanently turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they are 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).
You find yourself sitting in your favorite chair, a book open on your lap, absorbed in a fictional world. The story engrosses you so completely that you barely notice the noise at first—an eerie, crackling static, as if an old radio were tuning in a channel. The room seems to grow colder, a chill prickling your skin. You shake your head, trying to clear the strange sensation, but the noise only grows louder, the room darker. You glance around, expecting to see something amiss, but everything seems normal... until you notice the shadow in the corner of your vision, an unusual shape materializing out of nowhere. "Ah, there you are," a voice echoes, resonating with a vintage, radio-like quality. Startled, you turn to find a figure you've only seen in animation—a tall, crimson-coated demon with a perpetual smile that promises both charm and menace. Alastor, the Radio Demon, stands in your living room, looking as real as the furniture you own. Your heart races. There's no rational explanation for his presence. "You’re not real," you mutter, hoping fervently that you'll wake up from this bizarre dream. His smile never wavers. "Oh, but I assure you, my dear, I am quite real. And, it seems, you need a lesson in understanding." Before you can react, he lunges forward, extending a clawed hand towards you. The world around you spins into a vortex of colors and static. You feel yourself being pulled away from your reality, falling deeper into a world you don't belong to. Everything goes black. When you come to, the first thing you notice is the sensation of being taller, your body feeling strangely unfamiliar. You look down and gasp—the arm you're raising is thin and clawed, the skin an unnatural shade of beige. Panic sets in as you stumble to your feet, realizing how much higher the ground seems now. You catch a glimpse of your reflection in a broken mirror, and the horror that washes over you is unparalleled. Alastor's face—your face now—grins back at you. "No... this can't be happening," you whisper, but your voice... it sounds just like Alastor's. Every attempt to frown, to scream, to change your facial expression, fails. Your lips are locked in that ghastly smile. You try to force your mouth into another shape using your fingers, but they refuse to obey. Everything about your body screams Alastor. The transformation is horrifyingly complete. "Why?! Why are you doing this?!" you cry out, but your voice—his voice—seems to mock your question. He materializes beside you, his smile widening. "You see, darling, to judge a book by its cover is a terribly human thing to do. Let me grant you a proper perspective." Your height stretches further as you approach seven feet, your limbs elongating and contorting into the unnaturally charming yet sinister form. The changes ripple through your being, your forearms and lower legs fading to dark gray, your feet transforming into red hoof-toes. You try to close your eyes, to shut out the nightmare, but the transformation continues relentlessly. The pressure in your brain intensifies, new memories flooding in—Louisiana streets from the 1930s, your mother's kitchen, the radio show you used to host. Your memories, your past, your self—dissolving like ink in water. You pinch yourself to wake up, but the pain breaks through as real. No matter how desperately you cling to your identity, it slips away into the newly woven fabric of Alastor's being. The final shift hits you with the force of a final curtain drop. Your eyes snap open, glowing a violent red, capturing the radio dial pupils that indicate absolute transformation. "Welcome back, brother," Alastor's voice, unmistakably your own now, greets you. A part of you wants to cry, to mourn the loss of your previous life. But the overwhelming flood of Alastor's memories crushes that desire. Alastor's personality, brazen and confident, takes over completely. You—who were once a mere mortal, afraid of monsters—are gone. Only Alastor remains, the newly born twin of the Radio Demon, ready to wreak his own delightful chaos upon Hell. Alastor—or rather, you, still unable to control the permanent smile—extends your sensations to flex your new abilities. You revel in your newfound immortality and power, the dull ache of your erased past totally consumed. This is your new reality. The transformation, both physical and psychological, is irreversible, and memory of your former self fades as if it never existed at all.
Surrounded by the eerie shadows of Hazbin Hotel, you stiffen as Alastor approaches. He looks at you amusingly, with an unnerving, toothy grin plastered on his face. His crimson sharp eyes seem to be scintillating with a promise of something both terrifying and exciting. "Darling, have you ever wondered what it feels like to be a demon?" he asks, his voice as smooth and charismatic as a seasoned radio host. Wide-eyed, you try to answer, but your fear chokes your words. Alastor merely grins wider. Of course, why would you want to be a demon? You're just a human, visiting an alien universe, caught up in a clash of worlds. But then you feel it. It begins as a warmth at your center, spreading outward with incredible force. It feels like you are being remolded, reshaped, ultimately becoming something... else. You grow taller, swiftly reaching seven feet. Your body noticeably thinning, framed by broad shoulders. The feel of hard antlers protruding from your head is strange, coupled with something tickling your mid-back, growing longer and longer – tentacles. Your skin changes color to a beige hue. Glancing down at your hands, you see long, claws replacing your former fingers and you're suddenly aware of your feet... or rather hooves. The feeling as if simultaneously hot and cold sends a shriek through you as your voice morphs eerily similar to Alastor's deep, charming tone. You attempt to pull at the permanent grin planted on your face, alarmed when it doesn't falter. The sensation is horrifying, a constant reminder that something substantial is changing within you, an element far greater and intrinsic than the physical - your personality and your mind. As soon as your body stops morphing – a pin-striped red suit and a monocle appearing as if out of thin air, snuggly fitted to your transformed form - you're hit with a tsunami of memories. The taste of deer, your mother's cooking you'd never actually eaten, broadcasts you'd never actually hosted flood your brain, each memory burrowing its way into your newly transformed mind. Desperate, you try to hold on to who you were, battling the onslaught of Alastor's memories. But it's all pointless. Every trace of your former self gets swallowed away, replaced by Alastor's personality, history, power, and charm. You're Alastor now. His voice echoes in your mind, "Now you understand, yes?", he says, that unsettling grin ever-present on his face. "In Hell, we're not the monsters. But isn't it fun to play one?" Your new repertory of Valentine-era jargon ready on your tongue, you find yourself smiling wider, if that was even possible. "Indeed, old friend", you say, speaking for the first time in your new voice. Walking over to one of the many mirrors littered around the hotel, you look yourself over, clicking your fingers and creating a small flame in your hand – a new sensation. You were Alastor, the Radio Demon. And for better or for worse, this was your reality now. His reality. Your grin in the mirror stares back at you, a chilling promise of the new adventures to come.
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