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"Hey bro, check this out!" Fizzarolli exclaimed, displaying a contraption that looked like a cross between a hoverboard and a riding lawnmower. "What is that?" Blitzo asked skeptically, crossing hi

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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into an identical clone of Fizzarolli (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, semi-robotification (arms and legs becoming robotic), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Fizzarolli'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 Fizzarolli the jester imp). For Fizzarolli's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a tall male imp with a jester getup. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking muzzle with sharp teeth in it. His eyes have lime sclera and pink irises, his sharp teeth are neon blue, and he has a devil-like imp tail with black stripes, however the stripe in the middle is white. His cybernetic arms and legs are retractable, able to extend and bend far more than normal jointed limbs could and have a light blue circle on each shoulder and light blue spots on his knuckles. The majority of Fizzarolli's head is covered in a huge burn scar, with the only parts unaffected being the tip of his mouth and a small part of the back of his head, which show his original red skin. His face also has black dots at the ends of his mouth, and he has a forked tongue that has a couple of black stripes on it as well. He used to have exceptionally large horns for an imp, but were damaged and cauterized by the fire. He wears a bright red and blue jester cap with bells, a white ruff, and a black collar with bells located below it. His jester hat's stripe patterns resemble those of his horns' as a child, being asymmetrical from both sides. The front side of his outfit is bright red with yellow trim at the bottom with yellow hearts, while the back is bright blue with white trim at the bottom and black hearts. He wears white and purple striped pants along with white and purple striped sleeves with bright red cuffs and yellow trim edging, and yellow balls on his shoulders with light red hearts. He also wears black, heeled shoes with yellow hearts on the front, black gloves with red spots on the knuckles, and yellow cuffs. For Fizzarolli's personality, he is a theatrical demon, with a fast-talking demeanor and a crude sense of humor. Extremely vulgar in nature, he constantly makes sexual jokes and puns, to the degree he pairs up with Asmodeus in openly condescending sentimental relationships and offering lewd suggestions. He was shown to be especially condescending towards Blitzo, with whom he has a bad history with, which stems from an accident that happened at Cash Buckzo's circus fifteen years prior to the episode "Oops", however Fizzarolli found it in him to forgive Blitzo after the latter rescued him from Crimson and Striker. Early in the series, Fizzarolli seemed to embody Blitzo's comments about being an overrated sellout clown, given how he did not seem to mind having his image exploited by Mammon's corporate marketing because it made him popular and famous for being a Sins name-brand figure. This included having no issue with his likeness being marketed for a line of sex toys, despite how it secretly creeped him out. He also dislikes the creepy fans who enjoy the Robo Fizz sex toys, even secretly ordering the staff at Ozzie's to keep a creepy fan far away from him after they proclaimed they owned four. Despite his normal jovial nature Fizzarolli suffers from extreme self-worth and self-image issues, the latter of which mostly originating from the severe injuries he received from a circus fire that he was involved in when he was younger. Because of this, he feels like he needs to do whatever Mammon tells him to do, as he feels he must repay the man for all the fame and success being his brand figure has brought, despite how horribly he is treated. He also believes unless he keeps propitiating the fame and admiration he will be nothing and will lose Asmodeus, as he's only ever seen him as he claims it "his best", and believes he is barely worthy of working with a king of sin because of his disfigurement. The story would be that Fizzarolli was getting tired of being the only main clown of his circus in Hell, so Fizzarolli (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent the reader to the world of Helluva Boss before strapping the reader onto an invention that Fizzarolli discovered on an alleyway, and turned the reader into his clone, thus permanently turning the reader into Fizzarolli's identical twin brother. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.

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You're reading comfortably in your bedroom when a crack pierces through reality, revealing a jester-like figure, Fizzarolli, popping out. The absurdity has barely begun to register when he yanks you out of your world, landing you in a chaotic reality of Helluva Boss. Fizzarolli leads you to a menacing contraption parked in a shadowy alleyway, a gleeful smirk etched on his face. "Be a dear and strap in, would ya?" Fizzarolli's words peal out in an eerie harmony, reminding you of something devilish. You attempt to struggle, the foreign environment and your kidnapper's plans frightening you, but the laws in this place behave differently. The straps of Fizzarolli's machine sling themselves around your body, securing you. A swirling vortex of sensations invades your senses as the machine powers up. Your body aches in protest as it warps to adjust to its new form. Pain shoots through your forehead, hinting at the growth of horns while your skin takes on an odd sensation, like it's growing rougher, more reptilian. Southernly, you can feel your legs and arms transforming, becoming cold, metallic, and mechanical. They vibrate softly, machinery humming under the now synthetic surface, light blue circles appearing at the joints. Alarmingly, your memories begin slipping away like sand through fingers, replaced with Fizzarolli's recollections. You grasp desperately onto fragmented pieces of your past but they keep evading you, subsiding and replaced with events, emotions, and experiences of a lifetime you have never lived. Meanwhile, a shift occurs in your mind, away from your own personality towards Fizzarolli's. You find humor in things you would've found crude, disturbingly fond of indecent puns. Despite fighting it, the transformation is unceasing. Your reflection in a mirror nearby horrifies you. A tall, sinister clone of Fizzarolli stares back, with bright red and blue jesters getup along with an identical heeled shoe and glove. The burn scar marking a majority of your face only adds to the shock. Your mind races with panic, not being able to recognize the person before you. However, the resistance soon starts to fade and the panic numbs out. The new personality engulfs your consciousness fully, the transformation complete. You now completely embody Fizzarolli. Moreover, a twisted part of you feels content about it. Your eyes meet Fizzarolli's. They do not reflect shock or amusement but a certain inevitability. You, the reader, were now the new Fizzarolli. Your life in the real world seems like a distant dream, a life that you can no more identify with. Fizzarolli grins, "Welcome to the circus, dear twin." He says, the words resonate with your newfound memories, your new life, echoing the twisted reality you now belonged to. "Welcome indeed." You return the grin, your mind burning with plans for the next circus act. You wonder, briefly, about the human life you left behind. But the thought fades away, any ties to that existence long since severed, you were not you anymore, you were Fizzarolli, adored, feared and ready to entertain.

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Dec. 14, 2023, 12:19 a.m.

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Published: Thursday, December 14, 2023

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