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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of between 9 years old) turning into Alastor the Radio Demon (from the animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (turning from a kid to an adult and being immortal), height progression (growing taller until he's about 7 feet tall), and mind/mental change (with the reader's mind being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting them and his attempts of calling his parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
As you sit on your bedroom floor, fully engrossed in your favorite animated show, something strange begins to happen. A feeling of icy cold sweeps over your young body, so intense that your fingers falter on the game console. Confused, you look down at your small pudgy hands and they seem to be crackling with energy. Your heart pounds with fear as your childish voice squeals, "Mom, Dad, help!" But your call is drowned out by a static noise that seems to be reverberating from within your own being, growing so loud that you clasp your hands over your ears. And then, mere seconds later, you speak again. Except, the voice is not your own. Infused with a Transatlantic accent, it echoes around the room, rich and deep. "Well, isn't this an interesting development?" The voice is smooth as honey and dark as night. It’s Alastor's voice… Your small body trembles as the terrifying transformation takes hold. Your brown hair lightens to a pinkish-red bob-cut with black tips at the ends. Antlers sprout from your head, small at first, then rising majestically, mirroring those of a deer in the wild. Your navy-blue kid pajamas morph into a dapper red pinstriped coat, with a matching vest designed with a black cross marking your chest. With every second, you're dressing more and more like the sophisticated Radio Demon, Alastor. Horrified, you reach up to peel off the mask you presume you're wearing, but your once gentle boyish hands are red and claw-like, and you feel your chest tighten in fright as you realize that your irises have turned into bright radio dials. Even as your mind screams its resistance. Your fright turns to panic as you feel a growth spurt shoot through you, faster and more intense than any you've ever experienced. Your short stature expands, inch by inch, until you tower over your little-size bed, becoming exactly as tall as Alastor. Your mind is a battlefield, with your 9-year-old mentality clashing against the sharp-witted personality and memories of Alastor. You grapple with the enigmatic demon, but his personality is surprisingly resilient. "You're a plucky one, aren't you?" he remarks, as your memories start to get drowned out by Alastor's malicious thoughts and notorious deeds. You try to call out again, for mom, for dad, for anyone but all that issues from your throat is a sequence of sounds; eerily similar to what a vintage radio spits out. Slowly, the innocent thoughts of a child, of games, homework, and fun with friends fade away. Replaced by Alastor’s worldview, full of intricate machinations, fiendish charm, and a disdainful disregard for the underworld’s chaos. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a vintage-style microphone lying innocently in your toy collection. You watch in stupor as it levitates towards you, directed by some mysterious force, and latches on to a newly-appeared cane in your clawed grip. "Showtime," you say, with broad, yellow-toothed grin adorning your face. As the last traces of your humanity fade, replaced with a dark, ever-smiling, dandyish personality, you lament in Alastor's voice, "Oh, isn't it a pity? They missed the best scene!" From that dreadful night onwards, the fragile essence of the 9-year-old boy was lost forever, replaced wholly and completely by Alastor, the Radio Demon. The boy was no more, after all, he was Alastor now, and this was his life. The transformation was complete.
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