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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a 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, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's 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 hoof-toed feet and red clawed 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 permanently 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 the night settled in, you found yourself snug in the comforts of your home, scrolling through various fanarts and stories about your favorite character - Alastor of the Hazbin Hotel series. Yet, as you dove deeper into the fandom's creations, your fascination was soon replaced by discomfort. The artworks and stories were taking creative liberties โ changing your favorite character into different ones, installing new personalities and memories into him. You felt a strange attachment and couldn't help but feel an odd sense of violation. As you were deep in your thoughts, a sudden wave of darkness washed over the room, the screen of your computer flickering ominously, casting unsettling shadows. Then, there he was, stepping out of the shadows โ Alastor. His grin broader than ever, his slender frame towering over you. His gleaming red eyes locked onto yours, his voice, smooth with a touch of sarcasm, filled the room, "Well, isn't that a lovely way to spend your time? But how about we try something new, something... more amusing?" "What the...Alastor?โ You exclaimed, your voice a mirror image of bewilderment. The demon giggled, his smile never wavering. "You've got it, my dear! Now, do hold still. We are going off the script." In the blink of an eye, you found yourself standing in a completely different environment. A place you had only seen through the screen โ the world of Hazbin Hotel. Alastor stood before you with a strange magic swirling around his fingers. His grin widened impossibly further, his voice a velvet lullaby, "Now let's turn the tables and see how it feels when the shoe is on the other foot... so to speak." You protested, "Wait, you can't just -" but it was too late. The magic surged into your body, consuming it from within. With a sharp gasp, you felt different โ taller, your female form altering into a more dapper, male one, body slimming and stretching to resemble Alastor's height and physique. Your clothes morphed into red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels, a black cross dress-shirt, and long black dress pants with matching cuffs. Your hands now clad in black gloves, fingertips ending in red claw-like structures. Right eye now embedded with a dark-red oval-shaped monocle. A slim cane appeared in your hand, and you doubled over slightly with the change โ it was surreal. Your mind swirled, memories, yours and someone else's clashed. You tried to fight it, hold onto your own, but Alastor's were too strong โ day by day, moment by moment, every laugh he laughed, every sin he committed came flooding in, drowning your identity into oblivion. "No, I won't let it...", you muttered, losing the battle with each passing second. "Oh my dear, it's too late," Alastor laughed, his voice resonating inside your head. You could no longer identify the voice, it was as if it's been there forever, a familiar echo in the back of your mind. With the last shred of your consciousness, you clung onto the edge, but it had already slipped away. "There, all done," Alastor smiled, looking at your reflection โ his reflection. Your memories, your personality, everything you were - it was all gone. Deep down you tremor, struggle against your new self, but Alastor's mind overpowers it. Inside the elegantly dressed sinner demon staring back at you from the mirror, there was no hint of your past self, only Alastor remained. Alastor, looking proud and satisfied, said, "Ah, perfect! Now, isn't this fun? Let our tale begin, twin of mine!" And just like that, you weren't you anymore. You were Alastor. Sleek, charming, and dangerously hilarious. As you, now him, looked into Alastor's gleeful eyes, any lingering sense of your past self vanished. You were Alastor, ready to bring a whole new level of chaos to the Hazbin Hotel.
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