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Question: Write a transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 9 years old) turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from an adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with age progression (from a kid's age to around 30s), 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 and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, 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 Angel Dust is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) 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 a New York accent. 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 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 gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). 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. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preference, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, Cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food; however, he dislikes his own feet, losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, and memorizing scripts. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
From the moment nine-year-old "Liam" first laid eyes on his favorite television show, Hazbin Hotel, he was utterly captivated. He was particularly intrigued by the devilishly charming resident, Angel Dust. However, it didn't take long for him to realize that his infatuation was morphing into something more otherworldly. As he steadily grew older, Liam noticed changes that weren't a typical part of puberty. He felt more at home experimenting with femininity, wearing clothes that accentuated his newly-slim figure. By the time his teenage years rolled around, he'd grown considerably, startling even his closest friends. His hair transformed from a mousey brown to a snowy white, with patches of pink dotting his scalp. It wasn't quite human, but it wasn’t frightening either. It was Angel. "Liam!" His mother would always protest, alarmed by his unnatural growth spurts and alarmed by the changes in his body, "This is not normal! You need to see a doctor!" "No more doctors, mom!" Liam would retort, his frustration brewing with each unsatisfactory visit to the doctor. He liked the changes. He liked... being Angel. "I'm fine!" At the maturity of 22, Liam could no longer deny his reality: he wasn't Liam at all, he was Angel. Every newfound feature was explicitly Angel - the chest of fluffy fur, the six arms, the retracted set of appendages, the cerise-red freckles that replaced his once rosy cheeks, the New York accent that crept into his speech, everything. His world ceased being concrete jungles and blue skies, morphing into a perpetually dusk, macabre, and twisted, yet enchantingly captivating world, the world of Hazbin Hotel. The changes weren't just physical either. Liam’s mind was warping too. He remembered history that wasn't his own. Faces that shouldn't have been familiar were. Suddenly, he could recount entertaining millions in raucous laughter and pleasure down in Hell. He knew the devil himself, the comical yet menacing Alastor, and he loathed Valentino, his boss, as if he'd personally experienced his abuse. "I..." Liam looked at the mirror at his 30-year-old self, but it was no longer Liam looking back. "I am Angel Dust," He confessed, letting the name settle around him like a comfortably fitted jacket. His memories of his old life were like whispers on the wind, fleeting and insubstantial. Phone numbers he tried dialing connected to random pizza places or wrong numbers, never his parents. He would often describe his past self in third person, almost like the kid he used to be was an actor playing a role. On days he found himself idly looking at his reflection, Angel would chuckle, "That kid had dreams of playing out in the sun, but look at me now, living it! I've got it made here, ain’t I? Who needs those ol’ black and white memories when all I need is pink?” The transformation was irreversible, that Angel knew for sure. He may have once been a normal human boy named Liam, but now, he was Angel Dust, the flamboyant, brash, and lovably sarcastic spider-demon from his favorite television show. He was part of Hazbin Hotel - begrudgingly attached to Valentino, yet clinging to the vestiges of hope for redemption while relishing his new life away from the stale norms of the mortal world. Emptying another bottle, Angel caught his reflection in the mirror again, his cerise eyes staring back with a fresh wave of grit and resolve. Change was daunting, even terrifying, especially becoming something so unfamiliar. But being Angel Dust? He wouldn't trade it for the world. "Here’s ta life in pink!” he toasted himself, allowing his new words to echo into the strange yet fascinating world he was now a permanent part of. Welcome to the world of Hazbin Hotel, Angel Dust. His world.
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