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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 his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making the reader 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.
The cool morning air washed over you as you eyed the breathtaking artwork before your eyes. A variety of Hazbin Hotel's characters filled the pages, but your favorite was Alastor. The smile lines on his face, the glint in his bright red eyes, mirrored in multiple versions - some were grin-inducing, while others were simply terrifying. Suddenly, your computer screen flickered erratically. Bewildered, you leaned closer, trying to track down any problems. Without warning, a bony hand reached out from the screen, seizing you by your collar, as a smooth insidious voice echoed, "Well now, why do people insist on drawing me in such a horrendous manner? Quite tasteless, if you ask me." You barely had time to react as a demonic figure pulled you into your computer. Before you knew it, you were standing in a stark, color-drained hallway, towered over by the infamous sinner, Alastor himself. His flashing scarlet eyes held a mix of amusement and calculation. "This should be entertaining," he mused, snapping his fingers as he began chanting cryptically in a language unknown to you. A sudden surge of pain raced through your body as your height increased inch by inch. Your clothes transformed, morphing into a red pinstripe suit, identical to the one Alastor was wearing. You could feel long, crimson claws sprouting from your fingertips as your shoes morphed into pointed-black boots adorned with deer hoofprints. However, it was the change in your mind that was the most tormenting. Memories clouded your mind, replaced with ones that weren't yours. A different personality started to take hold of you; you found yourself laughing at the macabre humor, felt your tongue shape words in a quaint, charming accent, and things you had cared about no longer held any interest. "Fight it," you told yourself, your voice distorted. "Fight it!" But no matter how much you willed it, you couldn't resist the inevitable mental erasure. Waves of pain washed over you, shackling your thoughts and memories and washing them away forever. The dust settled, and you were left standing beside Alastor as his stark duplicate. Glancing in a nearby mirror, you were greeted by the monstrous reflection of Alastor, his wicked grin stretching across what was once your face. "You put up an admirable fight, my dear clone,” Alastor’s voice echoed eerily in your head. “But now, remember, art is all about reflecting reality, not distorting it." He laughed, a sound that used to send shivers down your spine, but was now resonated in your own laughter, echoing back from the deep abyss within. Everything you had once known was now behind a locked door, inaccessible and forgotten, leaving only memories of a sinner's life. As you found your voice, it matched Alastor’s playful, yet haughty tone. “Perhaps, it’s time to teach these wayward artists a lesson about true beauty.” Alastor's approving chuckle was the last thing you heard before descending into the twisted world of Hazbin Hotel. As Alastor.
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