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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, height progression, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with all of 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 is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, 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.
As you lounge in your room, idly scrolling through online forums focused on the Hazbin Hotel series, a sudden chill runs down your spine as if an unseen presence has entered the room. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you shudder, putting down your device and looking around, bewildered. Suddenly, the room's lights flicker, plunging the space into brief instants of darkness. A buoyant, vintage radio-like voice fills the room, "Ahh, Internet, the bane of good taste! Why, it seems some just don't appreciate the fine art of being - moi." You freeze, the voice was not a creation of your imagination. It was the very manifestation of Alastor, the charming and sinister character from Hazbin Hotel. In a blink, Alastor was standing before you. His grinning face gleaming in the low light. Your outfit felt tight and uncomfortable. You touch it and find instead of your usual attire, you were wearing a remarkably similar red pinstriped coat with dark-red lapels, a bright red dress shirt underneath and long black pants complete with matching bright red cuffs. You glance at your hand, your fingers were transforming, stretching out longer and elongating, the skin fading into a dark grey. Suddenly overcome by vertigo, you clutch your changing hand to your chest feeling odd bumps on your head. Stumbling to the nearest mirror, your reflection stops you dead. Two small black antlers protruded from your head, the part in your hair now a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips. "Oh, don't worry, it's not permanent. Well, not in the way you're thinking," Alastor's voice echoes. The room spins and you collapse onto the floor, struggling to hold onto your own sense of self as you felt it slipping away. New memories flood in, transforming your perception. Memories that were never yours, stories and life events of Hell and its inhabitants. Still, you tried to fight it, pushing against the tide of Alastor's life, hoping to retain some semblance of your own self. "Ah, ah, ah! Don't fight it," Alastor warned as his voice took a sharp tone. "This isn't a punishment - more of... a new perspective, my dear." Your body stretched, cramping and rearranging itself in time with the changes cascading through your mind. Quickly, the floor approached as you started to tower over your old height. You flexed your hands, your fingers now finishing their transformation into deep red, humanoid claws. Your eyes itched; rubbing them, your fingers were met with a hard, oval-shaped monocle. You blinked and your vision was tinted red, the shock making you recoil. You dropped your hands and stared at them, your fingers tapered into blood-red claws. You gasped or rather- he gasped. "I look devilishly handsome, don't I?" Alastor chuckled inside your head, "Oh, I should say you do. Or we do?" Your memories were replaced, cheeks hurting from the involuntary smile you wore. A cane with a microphone fell onto your extended hand, and you seemed to know inherently how to use it. "Welcome to the world of Hazbin Hotel, where every day is a picture show and every creature a true character! Today, we've a swell addition - myself. Or rather, you... or is it we now?" The reader’s old self tried to fight, but as a final memory washed over them - being Alastor using supernatural black magic to turn the reader into his clone - the original identity was completely overwhelmed and thrust into oblivion. Left standing in his stead was an exact replica of Alastor in both body and mind. "Well, shall we start the greatest show the underworld has ever seen?" Alastor's voice asked, but the sting of 'we' no longer bothered. There was no other 'we' or 'you.' There was only Alastor.
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