"It looks like you have finally paid your dues. I'm glad you learned your lesson in a way that was painful." "What the hell is this place?" "Shut up and be my clone." "You're going to be my Guinea

The story began on an ordinary evening. You and your friend/sibling were relaxing on the couch, another viewing marathon of your favorite show, Helluva Boss, projected on the screen before you. Moxxie’s clumsiness and awkward temperament were the highlight that day. Your house filled with waves of laughter, echoes of your favorite quotes bouncing off the walls. Suddenly, something strange happened. The TV flickered, the room darkened, and a mixture of confusion and surprise washed over your faces. Moxxie, strangely annoyed, like a bug caught under a magnifying glass, broke the fourth wall and stepped out of the screen, eyes narrowed at your laughter. "I’ve had enough!" he declared. "If you think it’s so funny, let's see how you like it." Before you could protest, a force pulled you out of your reality and landed you in the chaotic universe of Helluva Boss. Despite your disbelief, the imp’s form was undeniable. There was Moxxie, in the flesh, with a delightedly wicked smile. He led you to an alien invention stashed away in a grimy alley, a machine that seemed to be sculpted out of your nightmares. He strapped you in, that absurd, defiant gleam still present in his eyes. "It’s a transformative experience. Literally," he chuckled, then turned a knob on the machine. A sudden, strange sensation ran through your body. Your world began to spin, stomach lurching and heart pounding. Amid the engulfing catastrophe of color, form, and unbearable pressure, you caught a glimpse of your friend/sibling. Their form seemed to be morphing, shrinking—as were you. Size-alteration, gender, age - everything about you both was transforming. It was like seeing yourself in a funhouse mirror, the proportions and features all wrong. You watched as your hands transformed into impish claws, tiny hooves replacing your feet. Red skin, striped horns, white freckles—it was all so unnerving but also fascinating. You felt your mind being rewritten, defensive instincts scrambling to hold onto your humanity. "But I'm not..." you protested, feeling your sense of self wavering, old memories slowly being overpowered by new ones. Moxxie’s life started playing in your mind. Your body was different, your emotions were different—hell, even your name was different. "Shut up, Moxxie," your friend said, sounding exactly like you—or rather, exactly like Moxxie. They were experiencing the same changes, becoming another Moxxie. In your previous life, you would have burst into laughter at the absurdity of it all, but now it was you wearing a navy-black coat with a bow-tie, living behind cheeky, yellow eyes. As you both tried to grasp onto fragments of your old selves, a feeling of defeat eventually set in. The world of Helluva Boss became your existence, the invention proving to be undisputedly effective. When the adrenaline of the transformation process eventually subsided, you both realized a simple but inevitable reality: laughter, sarcasm, old world humiliation...all were forgotten. Your former identities were replaced with Moxxie’s personality and memories. Despite the intrinsic shock and disorientation, a newfound familiarity settled within you. You were this character. You were husbands to Millie, called fat by Loona, and bossed around by Blitzo. "Well, this gives a whole new meaning to 'blending into a character,'" Moxxie (the original one) declared, as he took one more look at you both. Then he walked away into the flames, leaving you and your friend/sibling to adjust to your new lives as unexpected, identical twin clones of everyone's favorite imp, Moxxie. "You know," your friend/sibling finally said, "this isn't as bad as I thought it'd be." "Can't agree more," you said. And with that, both of you began your journey in the bizarre world of Helluva Boss facing the adventures together as Moxxie.