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"Hey! It's nice to meet you, Alastor. I'm your clone brother, Alpha."

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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, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's 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.

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I slowly open my eyes, wondering what just happened. I remember sitting in front of my laptop, looking at the latest Hazbin Hotel fan arts and stories. Then, out of nowhere, a bright flash of light engulfed my room. The light was so strong that it temporarily blinded me. And the following second, everything had turned dark. Now, I find myself lying on the ground, amid utter chaos. What is going on? As I get up and dust myself off, something feels off. My body doesn't feel like my own. Suddenly, a familiar voice rings out, "Now now, we wouldn't want to mess up the new attire, would we?" I turn around to see Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, grinning at me with his ever so bright grin. But as I look down at myself, I realize, I am a 'he'. I am dressed in the same pinstripe coat, red dress shirt and long black pants with bright red cuffs, Alastor is wearing. Even that monocle is in place. I touch my face, feeling the unfamiliar form of those small antlers emerging from my head. Utter shock and disbelief wash over me. "I believe introductions are in order; welcome to Hell", Alastor grins wider, if that's even possible. I try to deny what's happening, remembering who I am, my life, my memories, my loved ones... I am not Alastor. I can't be him, this just has to be a dream. But the denial turns futile as my mind starts shifting, the memories of my identity slowly fade. In their place, emerge those of Alastor - his past, his desires, his misdemeanors. I try to fight these new memories and deny the transformation that's taking place but I feel my psyche growing weaker with each battle. "So charming, isn't it? The picture show of your memories fading away!", Alastor chuckles at my futile struggle. "A lesson well taught, don't you think?" "Wha... what lesson? What the hell is happening...?", I stammer, barely recognizing my own voice, which now seems to be an exact replica of Alastor's. The struggle becomes even more hard as my mind starts to vehemently reject its own identity. "Oh, come now", Alastor chimes, his voice filled with amusement. "You humans get a kick out of imagining us in mundane existences of your world. So, I thought why not change the perspective? Why not show what it feels to 'be' one of us? Consider it a compliment, nothing more entertaining than having a twin brother, isn't it?" With that, my will to resist finally succumbs. I can't remember who I was any longer; in my mind, I am Alastor of the Hazbin Hotel, enjoying the chaotic existence in Hell. My new reality is a reflection of Alastor's goading purgatorial grin. And with that, I too started to enjoy the music, the madness and the horrendous joy that Hell had to offer. After all, I am Alastor now.

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Dec. 5, 2023, 11:03 p.m.

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Published: Tuesday, December 5, 2023

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