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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a reader and his/her friend or sibling turning into identical clones of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or friend/sibling are female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's and the friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite their best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making them both completely forget about their past selves and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader and his/her friend/sibling turned into his clones), 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 and the friend/sibling a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap both the reader and his/her friend or sibling before sending them both to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader and his/her sibling/friend which turned them into his clones, thus turning the reader and the friend/sibling into Alastor's identical twin brothers (the reader and the sibling/friend tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but are fighting a losing battle and their minds 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.
"Ah, the joys of the human realm. Such art, such creativity," mused Alastor, an accented demon from the Hazbin Hotel series, speaking through the static crackle of an old radio, echoing in an eerily vacant room. "Yes, sobering, isn't it? To see oneself caricatured into some grotesque creations," he continued, obviously referring to the various online renditions of himself, often changed into other characters. "I believe some lessons are in order." A sudden twister of red and black pulled you and your sibling into the world of Hazbin Hotel. "Welcome to my charming abode! Not quite as... quaint as your previous dwelling, I reckon," Alastor mockingly greeted, his broad smile appearing even more menacing in the flesh. The change occurred gradually at first, with your clothes shifting to replicate Alastor's flamboyant attire. Your sibling went through the same transformation, mirroring Alastor down to his signature cane. An illusionary mirror cast the horrifying reality; your reflections showed the radio demon himself. "You look dashing, my good fellows," Alastor exclaimed, a dangerous hint of glee flashing across his eyes. "But we're not done yet." You felt your height elongating, aligning with Alastor's towering stature. Antlers protruded from your head, matching his. A tug, a push, and a creeping chill clawed through your veins. You were acutely aware of your sibling beside you, equally terrified as both your minds started to echo with unfamiliar yet vivid memories. "We can fight this, we must fight it," one of you muttered, eerily sounding like Alastor. Moments whirled within your palms, slipping like water; your shared past, your memories, everything. The more you held, the quicker they escaped. Alastor stood gleefully, delighting in the chaos. "Do hold on! You wouldn't want to lose yourself, would you?" he cackled, his lips curling with mirth. Yet, as you two fought against the onslaught of strange memories, it became evident that your resistance was futile. The tidal wave was too significant, too powerful. The mental change, the most torturous of them all, was creeping in, giving no quarter. Your sibling, looking desperate yet resigned, turned to you. "We tried, didn't we?" A weary smile tracked along their alike face. "Yes, we did," you replied, moments before your consciousness drowned in a sea of static: lost broadcasts, forgotten records, old songs, weird antediluvian phrases. You and your sibling morphed, losing your individual identities, and succumbing to the curious mind of Alastor. And eventually, even that memory faded, replaced with Alastor's warm laughter over an old radio broadcast. You two now existed only as perfect copies of Alastor, with his personality, memories, and tendencies. So, when Alastor walked around making a grand show, two others moved around in sync, as if rehearsed, swirling canes, and chirping identical laugher into the air. The human realm seemed like a distant dream you two simply couldn't recall. You were now Alastor in every sense, and so was your sibling. As for Alastor himself, he had never been more delighted in causing some memorable pandemonium. "Gentlemen, shall we tune in to today's forecast?" your... no, Alastor's voice echoed, laughter tinkling along the eerie silence that followed.
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