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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the human reader instantly turning into Moxxie (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with art style shift (the reader now being in a cartoon world of the Helluva Boss series, and the reader now becoming a cartoon character with the same art style as the other Helluva Boss characters, rather than being a real life person), gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height regression (shrinking from an average 5.7-6 foot height to only 3.9 feet tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Moxxie's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his/her new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget he was a normal person, even forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago, and only remembered ever being a male imp and a husband to Millie, always being an imp named Moxxie). For Moxxie's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is an imp with red skin and white freckles on his cheeks, and he is shorter than Blitzo since he is 3.9 feet tall. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking snout filled with white sharp teeth and without a nose, as well as having four fingered hands (instead of five as in humans), and he lacks any visible ears. His white pointy hair leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with black slit pupils. Moxxie has a long red thin devil-like imp tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in what appears to be cloven red hoofed feet, reminiscent of artiodactyls. Moxxie's usual outfit consists of a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black toe-less pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves. Moxxie is the I.M.P's weapon specialist; and as such, has a vast knowledge of weapons and often brings a variety of them along during jobs. For Moxxie's personality, he is often the most vocal and realistic of the employees (his boss is Blitzo) regarding the company as a whole despite its dysfunctional environment and is bullied consequently. He is also shown to be insured about himself since he’s not physically strong since Striker, Lin and Joe was giving him a hard time since they believe physical strength is what makes a person strong. Moreover, he is an imp who is easily annoyed and rather clumsy, as he trips over their ritualistic book on the way through the portal to the living world. Despite being a murder-for-hire imp, it seems Moxxie is queasy with unnecessary killing beyond their targets. He also is uncomfortable with the idea of killing targets who have families, and attempts to give people second chances. Moxxie is also shown to have a comical side, as when he talks about killing an entire family, he claims it might be alright if it was just a bad dad or a mob family, saying "That's understandable" in an accent. For Moxxie's preferences (likes and dislikes); he likes cooking, culinary arts, musical theater, classical music, opera, his mother's kindness, being put in charge of missions, and Blitzo's approval as his boss. However, Moxxie dislikes Blitzo prying into his personal life, theme parks, theme park mascots, killing the innocent, pop music, Stolas' wrath, his father's (Crimson) abuse, Loona calling him fat, being the butt of the joke, and Millie stealing his spotlight. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader) so we know what they're saying and what they're 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).
As you flick on the television, an episode of Helluva Boss begins to unfold before your eyes. Suddenly, it's not just before your eyes. The room around you warps and bends. Colors flare and then evaporate into strands of otherworldly pixie dust. You look down, your hands, seeming far away, pulse and morph with an uncanny hue of red. White speckles begin to dot across your cheeks with a pleasant ticklish sensation. The bones in your body shrink and contort, sending you tumbling down to less than four feet in height. Your clothes shift in an unseen breeze, the fabric transmuting from cotton to cartoon cloth filled with colors of navy-black and red buttons accompanied by white cuffs. A white shirt with a black turtleneck and a large red bow-tie materialize in front of you, with an air of familiarity that you couldn't quite place. And then the final shift happens. Memories, not yours, begin to permeate your mind; a knowledge of weapons, the streets of Hell, and your boss, Blitzo, and your...wife? Millie? Suddenly a flicker of uncertainty. Millie... Yes, your loving wife, Millie. Your name is Moxxie. You've always been an imp in Hell, always worked at I.M.P with Blitzo and...wait, something's not right, isn't it? You try to push against these memories and recall where you..no, Moxxie, came from. But all efforts stall as any trace of your former identity is now fully replaced with the mettle and convictions of your new persona. Those thoughts are gone; swallowed by cartoony echoes and replaced by notes of opera and a fondness for cooking. You take another glance at your hands, four fingers in all, sharp and white — reminiscing of reptilian claws. No, not reminiscing. They are yours. There's not a sliver of doubt left in you. There wasn't ever any doubt. After all, you are Moxxie. You have always been Moxxie. "Moxxie, are ya daydreaming again?" a familiar voice calls. It's Blitz, your boss. You shake your head, the last fragments of any doubts clearing as you frown up at him. "No, Blitz. I'm just...preparing...," you answer, feeling the unfamiliar words on your alien tongue, yet they sound so perfectly in character. He sighs, rolling his eyes, but smiles a little as he pats your back, “Whatever helps ya, buddy. We have a job to do. Let's get to it.” Nodding, you take in your surroundings; the cartoony epitome of Hell, just as you remember it. The uneasiness ebbing away as all things feel familiar, your prior reality fading like an ephemeral dream. You are far from being a mere viewer anymore, you are Moxxie now, an integral part of the chaotic orchestra that is Helluva Boss.
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