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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, height progression, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with all of the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoofed toes and red fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives the first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. Alastor's behavior, mannerisms, and even his voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clones, thus turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
You've been reading Hazbin Hotel for a while on the internet, smirking at the antics of Alastor in the fictional world of Hell. It's late and darkness has fully enveloped your world when suddenly, something shifts. The once flat, digital world turns three-dimensional, the colors radiating unnaturally from your screen. Before you can react, a hand, the same fair beige color as Alastor’s, reaches out and pulls you in. Shocked, you try to fight but it's too late – you’re swept into the world of Hazbin Hotel. Alastor is there, a grin on his face as he shakes his head. "Golly, the things you mortals do for amusement," he chuckles. Without warning, he brandishes a supernatural spell. Your body starts to tingle before changing, first pulling you upwards until you’re standing at a towering 7 feet tall. Then, it narrows you down, replicating Alastor’s willowy frame. Your hair grows, lightening to a striking pinkish-red bob, cut sharply with angular precision. You touch to look for your ears but feel something else instead – antlers sprouting from your skull, black-tipped tufts of hair poking out. You try to struggle, but your body isn’t yours anymore – it’s obedient only to the spell. A change in wardrobe is next, your clothes swapping with Alastor's specific attire, finishing with the red pinstriped coat and black pointed-toe boots. Suddenly, your vision is framed by a black rim; you realize you now wear a monocle over your right eye. Your hands hover to your throat, feeling a knot. But it’s not an anxious lump - it’s a literal bowtie, contrasting starkly against your shirt with its bright red center. "Stylish, isn't it?" Alastor's voice echoes as you watch his sentient microphone materialize in your hand, its lively presence undeniable. "Stop this! I'm myself, not you!" you insist. But even as you protest, you feel something more profound shifting. Your mind fills with radio tunes and the crackling magic of past times, substituting your memories with... Alastor’s. Your mind is invaded with his mannerisms, reasoning, and motivations. Your natural accent fades, replaced by the transatlantic inflection of the Radio Demon. You cringe at the invasion but can't stop the transformation, no matter how much you try to hold on to yourself. And then, quite abruptly, your struggle ceases. It’s not that you have given up - it's just that there's no 'you' to fight anymore. A mirror image of Alastor stares back at you, reflecting an impish grin ending in rows of sharp, yellow teeth. “Kidnapping is such an excessive term,” Alastor's words are your words now, and they draw out in cool amusement. “Consider this my response to your offensive interpretation of my good self. Welcome… to your new reality!" In his eyes, reflected in a window, there is only satisfaction as you look out at the chaos of Hell. Your previous reality becomes a distant flicker, obscured by the powerful presence of... yourself, Alastor, the Demon of the Radio. With a satisfied hum, you - or rather, Alastor - taps the sentient microphone with an air of finality. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, darling!" The voice echoes with delight, and you find the sentiment echoing in your chest. After all, you're Alastor now. And hell never seemed so entertaining before.
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