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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader 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. 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 would be that Alastor was getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, so Alastor (by some supernatural means) 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 supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clones, thus turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
At first, everything was a haze. Experiencing an overwhelming sense of vertigo, you find yourself in an unfamiliar place, laden with vibrant neon colors, strewn with dilapidated buildings and an anarchic atmosphere. This isn't home - this place is Hell, but not the one you know about from religious texts and horror movies. You're in a world out of a cartoon, the world of 'Hazbin Hotel.' Suddenly too aware of a presence behind you, spinning around, you stumble backwards. There, grinning broadly with menacingly sharp teeth, stands Alastor - the Radio Demon, one of the most influential denizens of this chaotic landscape. "Why, isn't this a charming diversion," he says, his voice sounding like an old-timey radio announcement laced with a disconcerting pleasure. Before you can respond or comprehend his purpose, Alastor swiftly moves towards you, his cane in hand and a mischievous glint in his eyes. With a swift wave of the cane, the world around you dissolves into pitch black, leaving you and Alastor alone in what appears to be an infinite void. Alastor begins to chant in an ancient, archaic language that sounds like static radio noise — the melody of the supernatural spell. He sweeps his cane across your body, releasing an eerie red energy that engulfs you, making every nerve tingle as if you're slowly being electrocuted. Panic grips you as you feel your body start to alter and change, but there's nothing you can do but silently scream in your mind, trying to resist the transformation. Your skin begins to lighten, adopting Alastor's beige complexion. Your fingers stretch and gain Alastor's sharp nails, while your dermis on the arms and legs darkens towards an ashen gray. A jolting pain shoots through your skull as two small antlers push through your hairline, your hair, now a vibrant red bob-cut framing your face. Touching your face tentatively you can feel your canines elongating, creating a predatory smile. Looking down, you see your clothes morph into Alastor's distinctive ensemble: a bright red dress shirt, black cross adorned across the chest, a red pinstripe coat worn over it all, hanging raggedly at the bottom. Your eyes grow wide as you notice you're now wearing his monocle, a sudden unnatural chill running down your spine. Then the most dreaded change occurs, a chilliness seeping into your thoughts, as your memories start to fade - mundane flashbacks of everyday life, people you care about, your very identity, all being overwritten by Alastor's recollections. You try to fight it, clinging onto the fragments of yourself, but it proves futile against the invasive, cold tide of Alastor's influence. By the end of the transformation, the world gradually returns to color, but you see it through the lens of Alastor's nostalgia — of an old era, a period of jazz and silent movies. The last remnants of horror and resistance are wiped clean, replaced by a genuine sense of amusement, of thrill that only Alastor can feel. Yet, somewhere deep within, a small part of you resigns itself to this strange fate, gone, forgotten - leaving you completely as Alastor. Finally, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Alastor, now unerringly resembling him, you catch your reflection in a nearby shop window. "Why, isn't this a picture show!" You say with a hint of amusement in your voice, the crisp Transatlantic accent slipping out effortlessly. Alastor mirrors your grin, satisfied at last – his little experiment a success. The charming chaos of Hell stretches before the two of you, two dapper demons in sync, just as bored, just as fascinatingly wicked.
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