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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a 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.
As the sun began to rise, its vibrant morning rays danced across the bedroom of a young six-year-old boy who found his toes twitching on the edge of an extraordinary adventure. Snuggled deep within his dinosaur-themed blankets, he was on the precipice of a wild transformation, one he'd never see coming. Suddenly, he felt a strange sensation coursing through his veins, gradually escalating into a piercing pain that made him bolt upright in bed. A terrifying reality struck him as he glanced at his hands, no longer the chubby small fingers of a human child, but the sinewy claws of a creature unknown. His heart pounded in his chest like a drum, his mind spun unrestrained, and he felt the beginning of a tail, crooked and bent, growing startlingly from his lower back. "No, no, no," the boy stammered. He scrambled to his feet, scrambling to his mirror as his body continued to morph. A scream was caught in his throat as he saw his reflection, his once brown eyes now glowing a haunting yellow. His skin darkened, burnt into a tone that reminded him of his mother's smooth, red apple pies. His height was next, rapidly shooting up, towering above his surroundings, his clothes shifting into an attire befitting his new form. His shirt, once clothing of an innocent youngster, transformed into a high-collar red one, gripping his neck tightly. The rest of his attire followed, a navy coat, striped dark blue pants, and striking black and red-heeled dress shoes. Confusion poured over the boy, blurring his young innocent mind. He looked around his world, once a sanctuary, shifting before his eyes. The glistening sun was replaced by a gloomy red sky, the air grew colder and more sinister. His childhood trinkets warped into gruesome trophies—hung body parts of unknown origin. "Mom! Dad!" he tried to call out, forcing his attention to the door he knew led to his parent's room. But, as he tried to open it, he found it locked. As he pounded on the impenetrable door, he found his words and thoughts replaced, his past slowly slipping, replaced with different memories. Of power, of greed, and an intense will to protect and control a vast criminal empire. He recalled abhorrent memories, some even of himself striking down a demon that eerily resembled him, with thinly veiled cruelty and a twisted pleasure in the act. The vivid scenes began to overlap the child's mind, resisting any fight left within. "No, that's not me…" he tried to utter his thoughts, but the words came out harsh and gruff, his voice unrecognizable. As he shifted through his memories, he found a name buzzing at the edges of his consciousness—Crimson. He was Crimson, the terrifying imp demon clan leader. He recalled mistreating a certain imp named Moxxie, Oppressively towering. Every creature feared him, learned to bow under his charismatic yet dangerous presence. Even his own family, a concept that twisted his gut. His body, mind, and entire entity had bowed to Crimson's dominating aura. The terrifying transformation was now complete; Crimson was who he was, who he'd always be. There was no going back. "I'm Crimson," the boy-now-demon finally admitted, his words echoing around the room. The small, last fragment of the boy he once was dissipated in a blinding light, leaving a stark yet fearful demon named Crimson in his place, ruling an underworld of his own making. The memories of his once innocent childhood had vanished, consumed by the unquenchable flames of hellish power.
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