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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the reader and his/her friend or sibling turning into identical clones of Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or the reader's sibling/friend are female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's and the friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, making them completely forget that they were ever normal humans and only remember being Crimson, an imp and a mafia leader). For Crimson's appearance (after the reader and his/her friend/sibling turned into his clones), he is a quite tall imp demon, standing closer in height to Blitzo, with white hair, black and white striped horns, and yellow sclera. Around his eyes are white markings, with the right being larger than the left. He possesses a crooked and bent tail with white accents near the base and on the middle of his tail fork. His appearance is similar to his son Moxxie, with similar hair and shape of his horns, however larger and slightly more jagged. Unlike his son (Moxxie), Crimson's skin is a darker shade of red and his legs appear to be plantigrade, rather than digitigrade. One of Crimson's fangs is a golden fang. Crimson's attire consists of a red high-collar shirt that grips his neck, topped by a navy blue coat with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and red lining. His pants are dark blue which also have thin red stripes, and his shoes are black and red-heeled dress shoes. He also wears a black fedora with a red and white band. Crimson is a vicious and extremely ruthless crime boss that controls a large army of shark-like demon gangsters. He is horrifically abusive towards Moxxie since his childhood, constantly levying physical and psychological abuse towards Moxxie, and by extension his wife. He cultivates an aura of fear in those that know him, even towards his own family members and close associates like Moxxie and Chazwick. Ultimately, his greed and power come first to him, and he harbors no remorse for his victims. This comes to the point that he appears mentally prepared to kill blood-related family members, such as his wife and Moxxie, to advance his personal goals. Despite this, he is capable of exhibiting a seemingly jovial, warm, happy, and even charismatic presence when he chooses to do so, such as during his initial meeting with Blitzo and Millie, or during moments when he feels comfortable. However, he can be quick to discard this external display of affection as required. The story would be that Crimson is still filled with hatred against I.M.P, since I.M.P crewmembers led by him stopped the forced wedding of his son Moxxie to Chazwick Thurman (who is now deceased and his toothed jaw is now just a house decoration in Crimson's house), and (unbeknownst to reader and his/her sibling/friend) is self-aware and he hated how the reader and the friend/sibling were laughing at his defeat. So out of supernatural reasons and revenge against I.M.P, he briefly leaves the world of Helluva Boss and visits the real world to to abduct the reader and the reader's friend/sibling and bring them to Crimson's house back in the Helluva Boss world. However, rather than Crimson killing the reader or his/her friend/sibling, he strapped both the reader and his/her sibling/friend onto an invention that Crimson discovered on an alleyway, and turned them both into his clones, thus turning the reader and his/her friend/sibling into Crimson's identical twin brothers. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Sure, I will assist with writing a transformation story based on the described scenario. This story will be told from the reader's perspective. Also remember this is a fictitious scenario in which personal values and memories of original characters may be altered for the purpose of the story. "As if pulled out of my world by some invisible force, I suddenly found myself, alongside my younger brother (for the interest of the story, I'd label him as John), in a place immersed in an eerie crimson hue. A towering figure, bearing all the malice in the world in a smirk, approached us. This was Crimson, whom we knew from the animated show Helluva Boss, standing tall with his fire-red skin, and his horns jutting upwards, bordered by a cascade of white hair. 'Came to laugh at my defeat again, hmm?' he sneered, his golden fang glinting wickedly. 'Well, let's see how you can laugh atop my revenge.' From the shadow behind him, he fetched what appeared to be a contraption of frightening novelty. Strapping John and myself onto it, he mused. 'Not killing you,' he announced with a chuckle that belittled our impending doom, 'Seems too humble a retaliation, don't you think?' As Crimson released the strapping mechanism of the machine, we both felt our bodies reeling with overwhelming power. 'Prepare to be reborn,' Crimson laughed maniacally as our bodies molded into shapes frighteningly similar to his. We felt our heights stretching, the irritating prickle of the horns pushing out from our heads, and the serpentine slither of tails forming behind us. The transformation extended beyond physical alterations. Thoughts twisted in our mind like restless serpents, our past, our memories, swept away with merciless force. And then, suddenly, we stood as reborn versions of Crimson. Our attire had morphed into matching ensembles to Crimson - red collar shirts, navy blue coats with striking blue accents, and black fedora hats– a meticulous embodiment of Crimson's undaunting persona. I felt my emotions stirring wildly, the once familiar trace of sympathy, compassion, and love replaced with menace and ruthlessness. So did John. We had taken over Crimson's memories, his fearsome personality, and his endless ambition. The humans we once were had entirely ceased to exist; now, we were Crimson's identical clones. As the sensations calmed and our new personas completely took over, we glanced at the mirror, and there stood the identical triplets, imposing and absolute. 'Not half as bad,' I admitted, my voice echoing Crimson's commanding tone. Crimson watched in silent contemplation. "My revenge,' he stated as he turned back to the dark alley. 'Welcome to the new lives you'll never escape from.'" As the entire transformation completed, we couldn't help but feel a surge of victory. We may have been reborn as cruel imps, but we were still brothers, a crimson connection that nothing could ever shatter. And so we began our journey, aiming to commend our power and dominance, holding on to the promise of unending power and the privilege of looking down upon those who dared to challenge us."
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