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Question: Write a POV transformation story of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series) turning into the normal human reader (from real life), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), weight gain (if the reader is overweight), clothes change, age change, height regression, and mind/mental change (with Alastor's personalities and memories being completely replaced with the reader's personality and memories, making him completely forget about being Alastor the Radio Demom and only remember being an average mortal human). For Alastor's appearance, 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. For the reader's appearance (after Alastor turned into him/her), it depends on who that reader is and what he/she looks like, if he/she is skinny/lean/muscular/fat, what clothes he/she wears, how big or small he/she is, what gender that reader is, how old or young that reader is, and how he/she sounds like. The personality and memories also depends on the reader.
Alastor, the Radio Demon, stood in the decadent halls of the Hazbin Hotel. His ever-present grin stretched wide across his face as he surveyed his surroundings, the immaculately kept red pinstripe coat covering his slim frame and the dark-red monocle framing his glowing eye. He relished in the chaos, the power, and the intoxicating feeling of dominance that seeped through Hell. Then, in an unforeseen twist of fate, the air around him began to shimmer. Alastor's gleeful eyes widened slightly, but his smile didn't waver. He had faced many strange occurrences in Hell, but none quite like this. His demonic form began to shift. Those ghostly fingers twitched, his red eyes flickered, and the black horns emanating from his head began to recede. Alastor's grin faltered as he felt his height diminishing. His frame seemed to compress, shrinking from a towering 7 feet to a mere 5'6". His once thin and elegant hands puffed up, fingers shortening into something more human and mundane. His sharp claws turned into regular, round-tipped fingernails. His red pinstripe coat melted into the fabric of an ordinary t-shirt, jeans replacing his elegant black dress pants, splashes of bright red from his attire dimmed into more neutral tones. His once well-kept outfit transformed into the typical clothing of an average mortal, worn from daily use yet comfortable. As his transformation progressed, he felt the uncomfortable sensation of flesh expanding. If he had been slim, he now carried the slight burdens of extra fleshy rolls, particularly around his waist and cheeks. Each second dragged as Alastor's toned body transformed into a more sedentary shape. The change didn't stop there. Alastor's short, cropped red hair with black tips grew lighter and longer, adjusting to resemble whoever the reader was. His age regressed, the vitality of eternal demon youth replaced with the typical wear and tear of an average human. Thinning but stronger, softer but serious – the unending wisdom of a demon replaced by mortal aging. His sharp teeth dulled, becoming an ordinary human smile, filled with human teeth. That famous dandyish baritone voice, always echoing like a 1920s radio announcer, shifted into something more typical, laden with an accent and vocal timbre unique to the reader. Those dark red eyes lightened to their original mortal color, the swirling red irises transforming into something familiar to a human gaze. And just as suddenly as it had started, the transformation was complete. Alastor’s mind was invaded by memories that weren't his own. Familiar food, favorite pastimes, human struggles, joys, friends, family – specifics flowed in, washing away millennia of a demonic existence. The ambition, power-hungry euphoria, his reign and violent tendencies, all of it erased. Every preference, fear, reaction as he knew it was replaced by that of an average mortal. Now, standing where the demon once was, stood an average human being. He didn't remember the pandemonium of Hell or the sins he indulged in. He looked around, bewildered in the suddenly familiar yet foreign surroundings. To him, the magical and sinister elements of the hotel faded into a strange haze; his reality was no longer tinged with supernatural darkness but rather painted with mundane and relatable hues. He blinked, looking down at his now ordinary body, feeling out of place but more in sync with who he was now. Adjusting the t-shirt and brushing non-existent dust off his jeans, he found comfort in the subtle warmth of the fabric. Memories of work, family gatherings, a favorite restaurant – all solidified within him, suggesting a much simpler life than anything Alastor had ever imagined. Alastor – now fully and completely the reader – had lost his demonic legacy. He no longer spoke like a gentleman from a bygone era or emanated dark charm. No longer obsessed with control or power, he was now an average mortal, living an average life. And for him, this ordinary existence was all there had ever been.
The brightness of Hell was replaced with the dull glow of a computer screen. Faces of amusing cartoon characters cascaded the screen, inscribed with titles such as: "Hazbin Hotel," "Alastor," laughs from a digital world filled the empty air. Alastor had been content, watching the entertaining scene from afar but things took a psychedelic twist. His sharp yellow teeth began to dwindle and become less sharp, more upright: a normal human's set. His long, lean body began filling out - extra pounds pushing out his clothes causing a soft tearing sound, a result of the sudden weight gain. The skin, once beige, started to shift to a shade more accurate to human skin, whichever that may be for the unknown reader. His black-tipped bob cut hair began falling around his shoulders, expanding in length or contracting, strands of hair becoming more shaggy or softer depending on the reader. The black antlers dissolved into the air, and his crimson eyes began shifting, their red dial structure adjusting to the color and shape of the normal human's eyes. The transformation was instant, feeling like a tidal wave of distortion. His heeled boots tore into average sneakers once the shoe size changed, business-casual attire replaced with casual or just home outfits: a hoodie, a T-shirt, jeans, leggings - it didn't matter to Alastor, now turned into the consumer, who was oblivious to his prior existence. He, or she depending on who is reading, sat before the computer, weight settling comfortably. He found himself shorter, perhaps taller, compared to his demon persona. His age morphed, years stripping away to equal the reader's - wrinkle-free skin or adorned with marks of yesteryears. His bewitching voice altered, transformed into a softer, deeper, or higher tone. His thoughts, once fast-paced and planning, slowed down, replaced with worries of work, school, or personal commitments, the quirks of an average human. The notorious Alastor, erstwhile radio demon, was now only a representation on the computer screen- as ordinary as the reader peering intensely. Flickering images of his past life in Hell, or of the charming demon that he had once been, no longer echoed in his thoughts. The normal life, delights and difficulties, of the reader had become the constant. With a final sigh, the person once known as Alastor, leaned back comfortably, content in their existence, their past stuck within the realm of the internet's endless stream of animations and narratives. Now, he was just like you.
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