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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 8 years old) turning into Fizzarolli (from the adult animated series Helluva Boss), complete with clothes change, age progression, height progression, semi-robotification (arms and legs becoming robotic), reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Fizzarolli's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader permanently and completely forget about his past self and only remember being Fizzarolli the jester imp). The transformation into Fizzarolli is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Fizzarolli's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a tall, slender male imp with a jester getup. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking muzzle with sharp teeth in it, and he lacks any visible ears or nostrils. He lacks any hair on his head and his body. His eyes have lime sclera and pink irises, his sharp teeth are neon blue, and he has a devil-like imp tail with black stripes, however the stripe in the middle is white. His cybernetic arms and legs are retractable, able to extend and bend far more than normal jointed limbs could and have a light blue circle on each shoulder and light blue spots on his knuckles. The majority of Fizzarolli's head is covered in a huge burn scar, with the only parts unaffected being the tip of his mouth and a small part of the back of his head, which show his original red skin. His face also has black dots at the ends of his mouth, and he has a forked tongue that has a couple of black stripes on it as well. He used to have exceptionally large horns for an imp, but were damaged and cauterized by the fire. He wears a bright red and blue jester cap with bells, a white ruff, and a black collar with bells located below it. His jester hat's stripe patterns resemble those of his horns' as a child, being asymmetrical from both sides. The front side of his outfit is bright red with yellow trim at the bottom with yellow hearts, while the back is bright blue with white trim at the bottom and black hearts. He wears white and purple striped pants along with white and purple striped sleeves with bright red cuffs and yellow trim edging, and yellow balls on his shoulders with light red hearts. He also wears black, heeled shoes with yellow hearts on the front, black gloves with red spots on the knuckles, and yellow cuffs. For Fizzarolli's personality, he is a theatrical demon, with a fast-talking demeanor and a crude sense of humor. Extremely vulgar in nature, he constantly makes sexual jokes and puns, to the degree he pairs up with Asmodeus in openly condescending sentimental relationships and offering lewd suggestions. He was shown to be especially condescending towards Blitzo, with whom he has a bad history with, which stems from an accident that happened at Cash Buckzo's circus fifteen years prior to the episode "Oops", however Fizzarolli found it in him to forgive Blitzo after the latter rescued him from Crimson and Striker. Early in the series, Fizzarolli seemed to embody Blitzo's comments about being an overrated sellout clown, given how he did not seem to mind having his image exploited by Mammon's corporate marketing because it made him popular and famous for being a Sins name-brand figure. This included having no issue with his likeness being marketed for a line of sex toys, despite how it secretly creeped him out. He also dislikes the creepy fans who enjoy the Robo Fizz sex toys, even secretly ordering the staff at Ozzie's to keep a creepy fan far away from him after they proclaimed they owned four. Despite his normal jovial nature Fizzarolli suffers from extreme self-worth and self-image issues, the latter of which mostly originating from the severe injuries he received from a circus fire that he was involved in when he was younger. Because of this, he feels like he needs to do whatever Mammon tells him to do, as he feels he must repay the man for all the fame and success being his brand figure has brought, despite how horribly he is treated. He also believes unless he keeps propitiating the fame and admiration he will be nothing and will lose Asmodeus, as he's only ever seen him as he claims it "his best", and believes he is barely worthy of working with a king of sin because of his disfigurement. For Fizzarolli's preferences, he likes ridiculing Blitzo (formerly), fame, working for Mammon, eating burgers, juggling, playing with airhorns, and spending time with Asmodeus (who he has a gay/homosexual relationship with), but he dislikes pirates (when he was a child), blood, sharp objects, obsessive fans, Mammon's abuse to Fizzarolli, Striker's breath, being exploited, disappointing Mammon, performing under pressure, and going outside alone. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
The comforting familiarity of his room suddenly felt alien, colors shifting and swirling disturbingly. His simple, short bed seemed distant but he couldn't move, fear anchoring him to the floor. His small hands clasped tightly around an episode figure of Fizzarolli, trembling as reality teetered and he could see the wallpaper bending, changing into the world of "Helluva Boss". “Something's... not right,” he muttered in his soft eight-year-old voice, eyes clenched shut, clutching the figure like the lifeline it had become. Slowly, he felt his body grow tall and slender, his bones extending. His arms bunched, then elongated, mechanical servos replacing the organic joints. He screamed, an alien yet familiar voice escaping as he felt his legs transforming into cybernetic replacements in a blinding flash of pain. His soft human hands turned robotic, light blue spots glowing ominously on the knuckles. “Oh, boysy, are you all right?” A voice he knew from the show floated around him and he found himself answering in Fizzarolli’s smooth dialect. “I... I feel... wonderful!” He found this concerning since the dreaded change was underway. In his mind, he yearned for his parents, but as he called them, his voice was Fizzarolli’s, a cruel jest played by the transformation. A sharp pain raced across his face, recreating the burn scar he’d seen on the imp’s face countless times. His head seemed to explode and he sank down, feeling an odd tail smacking against the changing floor. His skin hue changed dramatically, the familiar red emerging on every inch of his body. He screamed, but his mental resolve was fading fast. His human self was leaving, making room for the imp he was turning into. “Help! M… mom... dad…" he called, but his pleas were drowned in the laughter that wasn't his but came from his mouth. As his memories of his human life wicked away, replaced with the imp's experiences, he felt a growing sense of doom. His subconscious mind recoiled in terror as his human self was systematically rewritten. The names of his parents, his favorite stuffed animal, every memory, every sign of him being human replaced with the vulgar imp's persona. The transformation pain morphed into a surprisingly alien sensation of pleasure, a trickster's laced tone echoing around him. “Welcome to the new hell, boysy!” His eyes blinked open; the neon glow in them emphasized the drastic change. His outfit mimicked Fizzarolli's, making him look every bit like the jester imps he'd seen on the television show. He felt no difference between his personality and that of Fizzarolli’s - the transformation was complete and irreversible. "Who knew being a hellish imp could be this...enchanting!" He exclaimed. The reality of his situation was disconcertingly settling in - all of Fizzarolli's quirks, ill-mannered retorts, and overwhelming fondness for jibes were part of him now. But he was no longer an eight-year-old boy. He was Fizzarolli, a malicious jester, regrettably, and permanently, embodying the imp's vulgar habits and obscene humor, even their shared history with Blitzo. His past human life was forgotten, replaced with Fizzarolli's history, his relationships, preferences, and romantic interests, including those with Asmodeus. It was certainly a change no one would forget but he wouldn’t remember himself, not as the boy he was, only as Fizzarolli the jester imp. 'Reality didn't matter', he caught himself thinking, laughing at his own foolishness from his past life. As he laughed, he realized there was no more human left. Just the imp he now was, forever and irreversibly. The old room was now part of Hell, and he was one of Hell’s inhabitants. Fizzarolli, forever more.
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