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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 6 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.
Living as a 6-year-old boy in Reality, the world was simple. Play, learn, eat, sleep, rinse and repeat. However, this monotony shattered when inexplicable changes started occurring. One day, you noticed you had grown taller overnight. It was strange; your clothes barely fit, and you could look over your mom’s shoulder where you only reached her waist before. You voiced your concerns to your parents, but they dismissed it as a growth spurt. As days passed, the changes followed, your skin started turning an eerie shade of red which could not be explained by sunburns or allergic reactions. Simultaneously, the playground you loved seemed to be altering. The cushy sand became rife with sharp rocks, the chirping birds were replaced by nefarious caws, and every day it got hotter until it resembled more of a scorching desert than a joyful playground. Mental changes were the most subtle yet stressful. You started forgetting your parents’ faces, their loving words got replaced by harsh reprimands, and your jovial persona was overshadowed by a dark, cynical, and ruthless demeanor. Each day, every attempt to call your parents became harder and harder as their faces and memories slowly faded away, their phone numbers turning into vague digits. A sense of dread gripped you as you realized you were forgetting your past, the existence of another life hallucinatory at best. Your body was morphing out of the norm, you sprouted black and white striped horns, your teeth sharpened into fangs, with one conspicuously turning into gold. You were horrified at these changes, you did not just look like a boy anymore, you were being morphed into a creature straight out of a nightmare. Your clothes changed as well, now you were draped in a tailored outfit, wearing a navy-blue coat with thin red stripes, high collar red shirt, dark blue pants, and black dress shoes with red heels. A black fedora adorned your head, a show of authority and superiority. As the boy you once were faded away, more monstrous traits came to light. A desire for dominance, power, and organized crime, sadistic pleasure in horrific abuse, pulsed in your veins, you had transformed into Crimson, a notorious and feared mafia leader in Helluva’s world. You were this demon crime boss, no longer able to remember the innocent, human boy you used to be. All that was left was your insurmountable hatred for your new persona and the inexplicable reality shifts. You tried to cling on to your past, your humanity, but it felt as fleeting as a dream. However, every night you slept, dreamed of the boy you were, only to wake up to a harsh reality, and accept your fate. Everything was changing, and with time, so did you. It was difficult to accept but, eventually, the transformation was complete. What once was a human boy now stood before the mirror, seeing only Crimson with his yellow sclera staring back at him. "You've really done it now, haven't you?" Crimson said to his reflection, steeling himself for the reality of his new life, his new self. As the fearsome Crimson, he had no one to fear but himself. And that was the hardest part of the transformation.
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