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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a mortal human reader and his/her friend/sibling turning into identical clones of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or friend/sibling are females), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's and friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite their best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making them both completely forget about their past selves and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader and his/her friend/sibling turned into his clones), 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 hoof-toed feet and red clawed 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. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader and the friend/sibling a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap both the reader and his/her friend/sibling before sending them both to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader and his/her sibling/friend which turned them into his clones, thus permanently turning the reader and the friend/sibling into Alastor's identical twin brothers (the reader and the sibling/friend tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but are fighting a losing battle and their minds been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Story: Late into the cool evening, I sat at my computer with my sibling, hunting online for anything related to our favorite series - the Hazbin Hotel. We cherished it, especially for the old-time radio demon, Alastor. He had a sort of charm about him, as disturbing as that may sound. Despite knowing this, there was something unsettling about the numerous depictions of Alastor transforming into other characters from different series. That's when it happened - a streak of red as sharp, sinister laughter filled the room, followed by a voice that could only belong to one person, Alastor. Looking up from our screens, my sibling and I were greeted by the devilish figure himself. "How quaint," He laughed again. "I've grown quite tired of seeing these renditions of me as anything less than the Prince of Hell that I am. I think it's time for a new show, don't you?" Before we could react, he invaded our world. His gloved hand swiftly extended towards us with an eerie crimson glow. The room filled with an intense heat, and that was the last I remembered before the world went black. Awakening, I found myself clothed in a tailored red pinstripe suit. My sibling stood beside me, attired in the same frighteningly familiar suit. Looking down, we saw our features morphing - our skin turned beige, our hands turning into red clawed fingers, our feet morphing into hoof-like forms. It was a chilling sight. Struggling to stay ourselves in the sea of overwhelming transformation, we both felt memories that didn't belong to us invade our minds. The first radio transmission, the thrill of using a microphone, and the delight of chaos. The voice, so typically Alastor's, was now ours. "No... NO..." My sibling stammered. We tried to resist, tried to fight it off, but our pasts were transforming as swiftly as our appearances. The mischievous laughter of Alastor resonated in our skulls, replacing our once familiar voices. Our new selves towered at a ghastly seven feet tall, each feature mirroring Alastor. We both sported angular bob-cuts framed by black-tipped antlers. The grins that spanned across our faces were new, filled with sharp yellowing teeth. Our past selves were lost in the deluge of Alastor's memories and persona. Despite our desperate struggle, we could feel ourselves slipping away, the laughter of the demon resonating in our ears. I looked over at my now-identical sibling, seeing the same confusion and terror mirrored in their disturbingly red eyes. As mischievous as Alastor, we were frighteningly identical. "Welcome to my show," a voice echoed. It was Alastor's, yet it was ours now as well. Our minds, our memories, everything familiar about ourselves was erased, swallowed up by Alastor. The only thing left of us, of me and my sibling, was nothing more than a vague notion of a different life that no longer seemed to have any relevance to the permanent grinning demons we had become. Alastor's laughter echoed one last time in our heads as he left us to our newfound existences in the world of Hazbin Hotel. The lesson he wanted to teach was clear - a disturbing glimpse into the character that we had adored so much. It was a grim reminder to be careful what you admire... for that admiration might just lead you down a path you can't return from.
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