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Question: Write a transformation story of Blake Hooton (a human male of late 20s) turning into Angel Dust (from an adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with weight loss (becoming much thinner), age progression (aging to around 30s in a blink of an eye), height progression, reality/world change (Blake's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with Blake'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, 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). For Blake's appearance, he is a American human man with tan skin, short dark brown hair, a slightly robust stomach yet with fair build, and brown eyes. He wears a red t-shirt, dark blue pants, white ankle-socks, and black tennis shoes. Blake is antisocial and is prone to aggression, but is otherwise fair for his family. He loves Facebook games, looking at World Cup series stuff (despite not participating them), Olympics stuff (despite not participating them), gaming, lions, and fast food, but he dislikes his mom's bossy treatment, pasta, fruits and veggies, animals in general, and no WiFi. For Angel Dust's appearance (after Blake 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.
It all started on an ordinary day, when Blake Hooton was scrolling through his favorite Facebook games, relishing the thought of an uninterrupted gaming session. His casual clothes were unimpressive but comfy, good enough for a mundane day filled with virtual racing, strategic plans, and the joy of victory. He was a fairly muscular young man with short dark brown hair and a slight protrusion of a stomach, a testament to his love for fast food. However, he was feeling a bit tired of his daily routine, eager for a change but not knowing where to find it. Suddenly, Blake was met with a strange image on the screen – a white spider that looked like it was plucked right out of a cartoon he'd never seen before. Out of curiosity, he clicked on it and found himself getting quite dizzy. His surroundings began to blur and warped, spiraling around him into a bizarre vortex. When he tried to stand up, he noticed his strength wane; his robust build was shrinking, and he became much thinner. Blake sagged in exhaustion as his world continued spinning with colors of cartoons and odd figures. The world distorted, and his room's simple blue walls and posters of Lions and World Cup series disappeared, replaced with a horrifying yet uniquely mesmerizing scenery – red buildings, sharp structures pointing like twisted fangs towards the sky, all tinged with a hellish glow. He was no longer in his modest home in America – he had been transported to a universe far removed from his own: the Hazbin Hotel. Blake's body felt different, distorted. His once tan skin was now eerily white, scattered with light pink splotches. His eyes felt strange – one now a dark pink color and the other a gloomy yellow. A mirror across the room revealed his transformation – he was the spitting image of the cartoon character he'd clicked on, now towering over eight feet tall. His fur was fluffy, and his once short dark hair, now a white mop, spread in all directions. His once simple appearance was replaced with a flamboyantly extravagant one – his red shirt and dark blue pants exchanged for a light pink suit-blazer, a reddish-grey short skirt, and thigh-high heeled boots. His hands, once two, were now six, with a third retractable set of arms hidden beneath them. Not only were the physical changes alarming, but his mental realm was also undergoing a seismic shift. His once aggressive traits were transforming into an alluring, sarcastic, and brash demeanor. The transformation was painful and disorienting, driving Blake's senses to their limits. He felt his memories of his former life systematically being replaced with this alternate character he had unknowingly embraced. He was no longer the antisocial man who cherished his home and had a normal routine. He was now Angel Dust, a character with a snarky humor, a vibrant charisma, and a complicated, yet fascinating backstory that was now his own. His fears, his hopes, everything about him altered. His likes really weren't his anymore; the idea of consuming fast food revolted him as this future self seemed to have an affinity for Italian food. The animals he once despised were no longer a phobia, as his own self bore semblance with a spider. This unfolding identity was startlingly new, and he fought it. He strove to hold onto his former self, but each attempt failed. His past was clouded with tentacles of a life that wasn't his, and his current existence was colored with vivid images of a life he had unwillingly adopted. Soon, he found no grasp of his former identity. His memories did not conjure images of a human life and every inch of his spirit embraced the persona of Angel Dust. Despite the disorientation, this reality became his home, the embodiment of his personality, a spider-like being with a sharp wit and expressive personality. Blake Hooton and his past were long forgotten, and Angel Dust was born into Blake's world, leaving him to maneuver this strange, new, and scary yet exciting existence. His old life was a fading dream, and Angel Dust's reality was exactly that - a reality. And he was prepared to face it. The transformation was complete: a leap from obscure human life into a vibrant and ambiguous existence as Angel Dust. Blake was no more. He was Angel Dust, destined to exist in this nefarious yet unique world – Hazbin Hotel.
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