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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 9 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.
It all started on a regular, sunny day. You, all of nine years old, were just heading off to school when you felt a strange shiver running down your spine. Ignoring it, you continued on with your day, laughing with friends during lunch, doodling in your notebook during class. It wasn't until you reached home that the first signs of change began to surface. "Am I growing taller?" You wondered as you struggled to fit into your favorite PJs. A strange desire to dress more stylishly enveloped you as you turned in for the night. Over the next days, the changes became alarming. Everyday, you woke up taller, your hair transformed from a soft brown to an electric white virtually overnight. Your gaze in the mirror one morning revealed the stripes on your growing horns, sparking panic into your beating heart. "No, this can't be happening!" You cried out to no one in particular, but it was too late. You could feel your tiny childlike hands changing, forming short-clawed fingers. Each step you took echoed with heavy cloven hooves against the floor. Irrespective of your desperation, the transformation continued. Tears of frustration and fear welled up in your eyes as you glanced down at your crimson skin. Spurred by an inexplicable compulsion, you found yourself dressed in an unusually voguish outfit—a high-collar shirt that was uncomfortably snug around your neck, topped off by an elaborate navy-blue coat with a stylish matching fedora. Reality continued to distort, your once familiar and inviting home warping into a grotesque, nightmare-like version of itself, echoing with monstrous laughter. Desperate to fight against the inevitable, you picked up your phone to call your parents but your memories were fading, their voices growing distant as if being erased by a malevolent force. A hundred, a thousand, a million thoughts raced in your mind. "This isn't me. I'm a normal human boy!" you shouted in your mind, fumbling to remember your past life. However, nothing pervaded the encroaching darkness reaching for your memories. As the days blended into weeks, you could hardly recall who you were. Resisting became impossible, futile. "Am I Crimson?" you mumbled, the name echoing ominously in the depths of your mind. Your surroundings, once strange and unfamiliar, now fit you as if they had been crafted for you from the start. Your transformation was evident, not just in physical appearance, but in personality too. A power-hungered mafioso replaced the innocent boy you were, an insatiable thirst for dominance permeating your every thought. "There's no turning back now," echoed deep within your psyche. Your mind was now a maze, a chaos of your erased human thoughts, and the gruesome delight of Crimson. Yet, despite your best efforts, you knew the battle was lost. You finally succumbed to your fate, the last remnants of your human self fading into oblivion. The mirror reflected back at you—a tall, imp demon with white hair, black and white striped horns, and yellow sclera. A crooked smile revealed the golden fang amongst your sharp teeth. The terrifying reflection looked back with a smirk, apparently pleased with his transformation. "Welcome to your new self, You are Crimson," you heard yourself voice out, the terrifying reality sinking in. Your heart echoed with a sinister laugh, as the once innocent human boy was lost completely, now only the memory of a life long past. And that marked the end of your life as a human. You were Crimson now and forever, an imp and a mafia leader in a hellish landscape far removed from human touch or understanding. Crimson you were, Crimson you are, Crimson you will ever be. In the Helluva Boss series universe, there's no one left to remember who you once were. There lies the cruel jest of your transformation: a boy displaced in his home, a demon at home in a hellish world.
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