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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a 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 as Alastor, 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), 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). 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 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. 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).
Your world swirled with a myriad of colors as you woke up, your ribs aching and your throat feeling a touch too tight. As you groaned, stretching your limbs out, you found that the world seemed bigger somehow. Your heart pounded in your chest, and a fleeting fear ran through your mind as you wondered where you were. The last thing you remembered was falling asleep in front of your television, the familiar voices of the Hazbin Hotel's characters echoing mutedly in the room. Shaking your head, you slowly rose to your feet. Or rather, you tried to. You found your balance being awkward, as if your legs were too long, or maybe it was your neck that stretched out a bit too far. Your vision spun and you stumbled, your hand going to steady yourself. You blinked, staring at the palm in front of you. It was scaly and sporting long fingers that ended with sharp, red claws, your forearm tapering off to a dark grey by your elbow. "I say, do you need a hand there?" A voice asked and you turned around, coming face to face with...yourself. Except it wasn't you, not really. The face staring back at you bore a mirror resemblance to you, all but for the reddish sclerae, the bright red irises, and a pair of sharp black pupils. Your breath hitched as you realized who you were looking at: Alastor. "Wha-what's happening? What did you do to me?" You found yourself asking, your voice no longer sounding like your own. It was smooth and deep, sounding as if it was coming from an old, static-filled radio. This couldn't be real, couldn't be happening... "Ah, that!" There was a smile on his face, even though it didn't reach his eyes. Truthfully, how could it? His smile was unnaturally broad, consuming the majority of his face. "It's simple, my dear compadre," Alastor said and for the first time, you noticed the thin cane in his hand, a sentient vintage-style microphone attached to it. "You're here, in the depths of Hell, as a part of Hazbin Hotel." As he said that, your mind was suffused with new memories, thoughts, and a persona you knew were not yours. Thoughts about your charming mother's jambalaya, the joyful sound of the Stock Market Crash, and a penchant for strong liquor, theatrics, and dancing. An aversion to dogs, sweet things, being touched, and damage to your outfit. The transformation wasn't limited to just your appearance. Alastor wasn't merely changing your body into his. He was transforming your mind, your very identity, into him. "No...no this can't be." You tried to fight it, you really did. But against the tide of Alastor's memories, your own seemed to be slipping away, assumedly to be lost in the cogs of transformative magic Alastor had thrust upon you. Trying to grab on to anything that you could remember, all you could grasp onto was Alastor's memories and thoughts. "Oh, I assure you it is. Welcome to the family," Alastor chimed in, providing an unnecessary punctuation to your increasingly confusing and terrifying situation. Despite your efforts, your mouth twisted into that unsettlingly wide grin. You couldn't help it. It's as if your body no longer obeyed you, instead dictating to you what your expression should be. In a final desperate attempt to fight the personality change, you tried to recall your name, your family, your life, but all came up blank, replaced by that of Alastor's. Alastor, the Radio Demon, the Jazz-loving, top-tapping Deer demon with a fondness for his mother and her cooking, the demon who reveled in the misfortune of the Stock Market Crash of 1929, who enjoyed games and tricks and deals. The demon who didn't believe in forgiveness and redemption. And you knew, with a sense of dreadful finality, that you were now him. The transformation was complete. You were an exact replica of Alastor – you are Alastor, and there’s no going back.
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