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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 9 years old) turning into Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with clothes change, age progression, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader permanently and completely forget about his past self as a normal human and only remember being Crimson, an imp and a mafia leader). The transformation into Fizzarolli is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Crimson's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), 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 (like a human's), rather than digitigrade, but still have red cloven hooves (unlike human feet). He also has short-clawed fingers on his hands. All of Crimson's teeth are sharp fangs, while one of his fangs is a golden fang unlike the other teeth (which are white). 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. For Crimson's preference, he likes smoking, monetary gain, organized crime, mistreating Moxxie, and hanging body parts of his victims as house decorations; he however dislikes anyone who double-crosses him, anyone lesser than him, and anyone talking back to him. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
It started as an ordinary day for the young 9-year-old boy. A slow Saturday morning featuring a bowl of cereal and his favourite cartoons on television. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness consumed him, his surroundings began to warp and change. The living room contorted, the walls darkening, and the furniture transforming replaced by more menacing, gothic styles. The comfortable suburban reality he had known disappeared into thin air. Fear ricocheted through his heart; his veins pulsed with petrifying terror. "Mom? Dad?" He called out but his voice echoed through the empty, unfamiliar space. Something was happening to his body too; he was growing taller, his limbs elongating at an unnatural pace. His skin shifted to a dark shade of red, his upper body bursting out of his little boy’s attire into a red high-collared shirt. He could feel his lower body changing, his legs becoming plantigrade, hooves replacing his small feet. His mind became foggy, his thoughts began to merge with another's. He saw glimpses of a sinful and scary past, memories of mafias and shambolic exploits. The Joy of victory, regret of betrayal, and pleasure from wickedness he could not comprehend began to flood his mind, luring him into the darkness. ''No... no... I won't let this happen," he whispered, tears of confusion welling up. He refused to allow the essence of his humanity to be stolen away so cruelly. However, the transformation persisted, regardless of resistance. His black hair rapidly shifted to pristine white, striped horns surfaced. His tail, now crooked and bent, sported a white accent. His teeth took shape into sharp fangs, one solid golden tooth standing out against the gleaming white line-up. Unease and fear turned into despair when he realized that the changes seemed irreversible, locking him into a form he did not choose or want. "Help me…" His voice was now deeper, echoed with a tone of cruel authority he barely recognized. He felt a new, unfamiliar aggression brewing within his heart. He stared into a large mirror, reflecting an image he had seen only on the TV screen. Coal-black pupils, yellow sclera, long white hair, black horns.... It was undeniable, he was turning into Crimson. A navy blue coat materialized on his body, fitting snugly on the new, taller frame. Dark blue pants, red and black-heeled dress shoes completed the appearance. A black fedora suddenly appeared above his head, a cruel grin stretched across his face as he put it on. "I'm not..." Gasping, he knew he had to focus. "I'm not...Crimson." Fighting the irruption of obtrusive thoughts, he fell to his knee, gripping onto the memories of his 9-year-old self. His surroundings changed further. It took the shape of a grandiose and sinister mafia den, complete with a bar of sorts, filled with shark-like demons that hesitantly bowed at his arrival. With a final surge of resistance against the foreign intrusion, he sought the help of his parents one last time, "Please..." His voice was choked with desperation; however, the pleas echoed in the hollow halls. His memories slipped away; small hands reaching for a loving mother, laughter around a birthday cake, the joy of receiving a new bicycle… they were mask by violence, abuse and gang wars. His thoughts were not his own anymore; they were projections of a ruthless, charismatic crime lord, Crimson. It thrilled him and scared him too. There was no pain, no remorse. He felt ecstatic, manic even, as he walked around his grand establishment. His newly formed claws made a tinkling sound against the crystal of his whiskey glass. "No, this is not who I am!" He yelled, pulling at the remnants of his past. But it was too late, all that was left was the cruel tyrant, flesh and blood of hellfire. His transformation was complete, the boy absorbed into the world of Helluva Boss, as Crimson rose from the ashes of his shredded humanity. Crimson's laughter echoed through the hall, feeling right at home in this sinfully disjointed reality of his. He was Crimson now, forever and irreversibly.
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