In the beginning, the reader would have no idea that they are clones of Moxxie, and would think that they are just regular people who are in for a wild ride as Moxxie does his best to have them do th

You find yourself in a dimly lit alleyway. Trying to make sense of the surroundings, you notice a figure coming into the light. It's Moxxie, the red imp from Helluva Boss. "Figured I would teach ya a lesson," he declares, his voice dripping with a hidden meaning. The imp leads you to a bizarre, steampunk-looking contraption that resembles a dentist's chair crossed with a vintage telephone booth. You glance at him as your heart pounds against your chest, but there's a firm resolve in his eyes that makes you obey. Before you have time to register the change, you are strapped into the device. Moxxie takes a step back, whirl of emotions in his eyes, but pushes forward. "Keep your arm inside the ride at all times," he advises, flipping a worn-out switch. Suddenly, a jolt of energy pulses through your body. Every cell of you vibrates, changes, mutates, shifting you painfully into a new form. Your skin tingles as it takes on a bright red shade, freckles appearing on your cheeks. The world around you expands as your height decrease to a mere 3.9 feet to match Moxxie's. The sensation of your horns growing is weirdly itchy - black and white stripes spiraling out of your skull that reflect the same pattern as Moxxie's. Wincing, you feel your pupils contracting into black slits, yellow sclera now outlining them. Your body continues to shift, reshaping to match Moxxie in every aspect. A tail sprouts from your back, your legs morph into digitigrade structures, ending in cloven red hooves. Simultaneously, you notice your clothes rapidly transitioning. The loose jeans and shirt you donned are replaced by a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs along with a pair of black toe-less pants. A crisp white shirt with a black turtleneck underneath your coat and large red bow-tie appears, accompanied by fingerless gloves on your hands. The physical transformation complete, the device penetrates deeper, latching onto your memories, your jokes and laughter, the very essence of who you are. Your personal history, your identity, gets overwritten by Moxxie's thoughts, his experiences, his memories, whipping through your mind like a hurricane, replacing your old self. Blinking, you step out of the contraption. You look down at your new impish form, seeing the world in yellow-tinted vision. But the shock and confusion you expected isn't there. Rather, you feel... comfortable, already remembering this state. You look at the mirror Moxxie holds out to you, seeing the spitting image of himself reflected back. It hits you then; you are Moxxie now. "See, not so funny now, is it?" he says, eyes softening at your amazement. In your head, you tentatively probe into the new memories, finding comfort in the familiarity. Every thought, every feeling and memory, all Moxxie’s. With those, a last piece of your old self dims out, replaced fully by Moxxie. Looking at your reflection one last time, you pull your coat in an instinctively defensive gesture. With a pang, you realize this isn't some kind of cruel joke anymore. Your previous laughter, your hilarity at his expense, they all seem distant, replaced by a newfound understanding and empathy for Moxxie's life and struggles. "It isn't easy being me," Moxxie remarks, leaving you amongst the echo of your echoed laughter, resonating within your tailored skin.