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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 11 years old) turning into Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with clothes change, age progression, height progression, 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). 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. 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. The story would be that Crimson's shark-like demon mafia group (with Alessio leading the other shark-like demons) wanted a leader of their own, and (unbeknownst to kid reader) the show's characters are self-aware. So out of supernatural reasons, the shark-like demons briefly leave the world of Helluva Boss and visits the real world to to abduct the reader and bring him to Crimson's house back in the Helluva Boss world, before they strapped him onto an invention that the demon mafia discovered on an alleyway, and turned the reader into Crimson (in both body and mind), and the transformation is permanent and irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
The air was thick with the scent of burgers as the young, 11-year-old reader lounged in his living room, engrossed in the latest episode of "Helluva Boss" flickering on the television screen. His laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls, yet little did he realize how this normal day would become an otherworldly experience. Suddenly, the room fell into an unexpected darkness. His eyes widened with fear as, before him, a swirling vortex appeared, emitting a harsh, dark light. From the vortex, shark-like demon figures shuffled forward. Their leader, Alessio, declared, "We need a leader of our own. You've been chosen, kid." With a swift motion, the reader found himself swept up in the chaos, choked with disbelief. Upon materializing in a daunting, ornately decorated mansion that screamed power, he was stripped of his comfortable T-shirt and jeans, and redressed in a high-collar shirt, a navy blue coat with light blue accents, dark blue pants, and black and red-heeled dress shoes. A black fedora was placed on his head, the final touch to a transformation he was yet to fully comprehend. Strapped to a bizarre contraption, the reader shook with terror. Alessio approached, an evil grin plastering his face, "Let's meet our new boss, shall we?" His words hung like a doom bell in the air as the machine hummed to life. His small frame started to expand, bones stretching, morphing. The sensation was strange and relentless; he was growing taller, similar in height to Blitzo. His hair, once a simple brown, transformed into a stark white. His ivory skin adopted a striking shade of red. An excruciating pressure built at his forehead, and two black and white striped horns sprouted. The mental change was even more harrowing. His memories started to fade, replaced by Crimson's memories. Despite his struggle, he couldn't swerve the onslaught. "Mom! Dad!" he tried to call out, but his voice was no longer his own. It was deeper, warped. His words rang empty in the room. With every passing moment, he was losing himself further. Finally, the machine's humming ceased, leaving an altered silence in its wake. Struggling to maintain his own consciousness, he staggered up, catching sight of his reflection in a grand mirror. He looked exactly like Crimson. His heart pounded. He was Crimson now, in body and mind. "A sight for sore eyes," Alessio laughed, "Welcome, boss!" He felt a strange surge of anger rising in him, a reprehensible satisfaction. For a moment, he reveled in the fear reflecting in the eyes around him. He was a Mafia boss, a leader. His life as an 11-year-old boy was gone, the familiar memories all but distant whispers in the wind. He only remembered his life as Crimson now; the ruthlessness, the power, the abuse he inflicted on Moxxie. He grimaced, the golden fang he now possessed making a brief appearance, "Get to work, Alessio." His voice rang out, strong and merciless, like a true mafia boss. As he looked around at the horrid decor of body parts, instead of revulsion, a perverse sense of pleasure flooded over him. His caterpillar's life was over. Much to his distress, the butterfly had emerged, and there was no turning back. He was forever Crimson, the terrifying yet charismatic Mafia leader, in a world that was cruelly uncaring about his transformation. The transformation was complete, permanent, irreversible. The chances were impossible to decrypt, the past a mystery, and the future an inevitable series of coming events. "Dap-" he started, and then swiftly corrected himself, "Crimson," he said with a cruel grin that made his gleaming fangs glisten malevolently under the dim chandeliers of the room, "is ready."
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