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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the mortal human reader turning into Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, 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, 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's a rather uneventful day at your home, mundane reality draining as per usual. Suddenly, the room around you trembles, odd lights flooding the atmosphere. A wave of dizziness flushes over you and you stumble back, trying to steady yourself. You squint at your surroundings, noting the rapid alterations - what was once your cozy living room is now a plethora of vibrant colors and odd faunas that could only belong to something out of fantasy. Feeling an odd tingling sensation, your eyes dart downwards, noting the shifting changes in your body. Your fingers grow short claws, your skin darkening to a peculiar shade of red. A glance at your reflection sends a shiver down your spine, your identity being replaced by a stranger's visage, complete with black and white striped horns, white hair, and distinctive yellow eyes. Feminine or youthful features melt away, shifting your physique as you rise in height, acquiring a tough and toned frame like that of a mature man. Your eyes subtly trace the curves and bumps as your chest smoothly switches into a defined, muscular body. Reaching upwards, you lightly touch your throat, feeling it thicken into Crimson's. An unexpected pang of mental shift shakes you to your core, and you clutch your head. Memories that were once yours start to blur, replaced by a sequence of unfamiliar events. Try as you might, your past starts fading into an abyss. In its place, the relentless mental assault introduces a crushing new knowledge and cruel dispositions - the notorious mafia leader, Crimson. Your resistance is futile against this influx, and soon, the enforced memories become your own. You frantically try to cling to fleeting fragments of your old life but find yourself completely engrossed in the mafia boss's devious ways, succumbing to his wicked thoughts. Fully adopting Crimson's personality, you laugh, a chuckle rising in your throat; jovial, charming, but laden with a dangerous undercurrent. As you do, you feel a foreign sensation - a tingling and firm feeling developing in your mouth, something... golden. You run your tongue over the newfound golden fang, already eager to taste victory. Your clothing morphs into a stylish wardrobe befitting a mob boss. A red high-collar shirt adorns your torso; a navy-blue coat with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and lining draped over you. Your pants cascade down your legs, matching the coat, and accentuating the harsh red of your hooves. To complete the ensemble, your shoes morph into black and red-heeled dress shoes. To complement your appearance, a black fedora with a red and white band materializes atop your head, cementing your transformation into Crimson. A glance at a mirror confirms your complete transformation, and your heart skips a beat at the sight. However, no fear floods your senses. Instead, an overwhelming wave of power courses through you, exhilarating and addictive. "This new chapter... it ain't half-bad," you smirk wickedly at your reflection. "Ain't no one going to bother me no more. It's time to rule." Suddenly, you snap your fingers, remembering the familiar faces of Blitzo and Millie. With a wicked grin, you mumble to yourself, pleased with the thought of maintaining an aura of fear, "Can't wait to see their faces." Despite losing your past identity, you delve into your role, embracing the power that Crimson holds. Your new world radiates an intimidating, yet exhilarating aura, the perfect playground for a big bad boss like yourself. Today marks a fresh start for everyone. Today, you are Crimson, and this world belongs to you.
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