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Question: Write a transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 7 years old) turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with age progression (from a kid's age to around 30s), height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Angel Dust is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has a New York accent. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with four arms, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preference, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, Cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food; however, he dislikes his own feet, losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, and memorizing scripts. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
It all started on a typical Saturday morning for Timmy. An ordinary seven-year-old boy with nothing but carefree days and a vivid imagination, he sat in his room playing with his toys. One of those toys was a purple spider he liked to call 'Anthony'. But on this day, something extraordinary would happen. As he played, a sudden gust of wind blew through the room, billowing the curtains inward and causing his toys to dance and jitter on the floor. But it wasn’t like any wind he had ever felt before. It was warm and prickly, as if electrified, and it seemed to come from the toy spider in his hands. The air filled with an eerie pink glow, and in that glow, the toy spider was transforming; growing larger, its features becoming less plastic and more...realistic. Timmy blinked at the growing figure, dropping the spider to the floor in surprise. Suddenly, he felt an unseen force pulling him towards the figure in the glow. Despite his struggle, he was unable to resist the pull. He screamed for his parents but no sound came out of his mouth. Suddenly, a change surged through him from head-to-toe. He grew taller, his childish features reshaping and maturing at an alarming speed. His once short hair grew longer, feeling fluffy and white, and splotched with light pink colour. As his view of the world climbed higher, he felt his body morphing, becoming lean and slender. His clothing changed, transforming into an elegant white-stripe pink suit, matched with high heel boots. The transformation wasn't just physical. His mind started changing too. Memories of his childhood, his parents, his ordinary life, they all started to wane, being replaced with the memories and personality of someone else. He fought it, clutching his head as though he could keep his real self. But despite his struggle, the changes were getting stronger. Closing his eyes, he felt the final stages of transformation occur. His senses were overwhelmed with the change in colors, the heightening of his senses. Opening his eyes, he was greeted with the sight of four limbs replacing his two- pairs of cerise pink gloves draped over elegant long arms, and a building pink cityscape in front of him. Shock registered in his cerise pink irises as he felt another surge, realizing he now had six arms and two legs. He felt...different. Words he didn't understand before now held meaning. Sentiments like 'drugs', 'flirting', 'abrasive humor', 'pranks'; these were now part of him. A new voice echoed in his mind, a confident, sly, and flirtatious voice with a New York accent. "Hey, sugar, ready for the show?" the voice asked, feeling familiar. Looking around at the new world, he felt strangely confident. He also felt a sudden pressure, a sense of being watched. And not just by anyone, but by... Valentino. The mere thought of the name sent a shiver down his transformed spine. As he took in his surroundings, the past world he knew and his own self became a distant and fading memory. He felt annoyed, frustrated, and bitter about his change. But he also felt a perverse sense of joy in his new identity. He was suddenly notorious, wild, flirtatious, and confident, with an air of sarcasm. He looked down to see the purple spider toy, small and insignificant now, yet he picked it up, a moment of quiet reflection crossing him. "Glad I outgrew you, kiddo," He chuckled, tossing the toy aside. He was no longer Timmy, the little boy, he was now Angel Dust, the infamous figure from Hazbin Hotel. No regrets, no looking back. After all, life sure seemed to have a sick sense of humor.
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