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Question: Write a transformation story of the reader turning into an identical clone of Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget he/she was a normal human and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he has a slender build and he stands around 8 feet with his heels on. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with six limbs, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will. Angel is brash and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit. He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. The story would be that Angel Dust was getting sick of the reader (who is unaware of the series' characters being self-aware about real life) laughing at some of Angel Dust's bad luck and he is tired of being the lone adult star of the club he works and dances at. So to teach the reader a lesson and due to wanting a twin brother, Angel Dust (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 strapping the reader onto an invention that Angel Dust discovered on an alleyway, and turned him/her into his clone, thus turning the reader into Angel Dust's identical twin brother. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
You had heard of Hazbin Hotel, you'd even watched the episodes with a chuckle and a shake of your head over the raunchy humor and bizarre characters. Strangely, you felt drawn towards one character, Angel Dust. One ordinary night, you were in the middle of laughing at one of Angel's mishaps when your world blurred. There stood Angel Dust, towering over you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ain't tired of laughing at me, huh?" He drawled, grabbing your arm before you could react. Suddenly, your surroundings morphed, reality twisted and you landed in Hell, the world of Hazbin Hotel. Taken aback at the sudden shift, you gawked at him with wide eyes. "W-Why...?" You stuttered, but Angel Dust merely smirked before leading you to an obscure alleyway. There, he showed you an odd-looking machine with multiple wires and cables spewing from it. "Say hello to your new reality," he drawled, strapping you to the machine. A sudden rush of energy surged through your body, jolting you from your shocked stupor. Your bones started to ache, your body began to elongate as you shot up in height. Your structures began to slim, becoming identical to Angel Dust's. You were confused, scared even but found yourself unable to resist the transformation. "Makes you think twice about laughing at me, eh?" Angel Dust's voice echoed through your mind as your appearance continued to change. Your hair began to morph into a fluffy white color, a mirror image of Angel's. The pink shade grew over your eyelids, up toward your eyebrows. Gold crept into your teeth, changing one of them into a golden fangled tooth. Your chest broadened, sprouting soft, fluffy fur as you felt an uncomfortable shiftness as a third set of arms grow beneath your original pair. Your clothes transformed, fitting tightly to your slender frame. The long light pink suit-blazer encased your body along with the reddish-grey skirt. The cerise pink gloves adorned your top set of arms while long white ones adorned your bottom ones. Your wardrobe change ended with the manifestation of reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots and a bowtie. Feeling disoriented, you tried to cling onto your original memories. But they were rapidly fading, replaced by memories of debauchery, laughs, pain, and regret. Your personality flipped, becoming louder, crasser, flirtatious, and ruthless. A dark smirk found its way onto your lips as you felt the full brunt of Angel Dust's persona crash into you. "And then, and then... and now." With a final shocking jolt, the transformation was over. Angel Dust looked at his perfect mirror image - you. He gave a smirk, "Starting today, you're no more a bucko laughing at me. You're a part of this beautiful nightmare." He shrugged, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, now identical to him in every way imaginable. And in your mind, you were no longer the viewer, no longer the reader. You were Anthony, Angel Dust, the flamboyant, entertaining, and internally bruised actor in Hell. Finally, you became the joke you had always laughed at, learning the lesson in the hardest way possible.
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