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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the human reader turning into an identical clone of Alastor (from the adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height progression, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulers are broad), 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 manly voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent (always literally sound like he is talking through a vintage radio), 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 sick and tired of being viewed as an evil monster, and to his dismay, the human reader views demons (who he/she is afraid of) as nothing more than stereotypical pure evil monsters. So Alastor (by some supernatural means and to teach the reader a lesson (plus he wanted a twin brother)) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using his supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his clone in both body and mind (despite the reader's efforts of fending them off), thus permanently turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they are thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
As your lamp is taken out of commission, the room plunges into a gloomy gloam. The deafening silence fills your home like a disaster alarm waiting to go off. Out of nowhere, a feeling of unease creeps up your spine, chilling your skin like a winter breeze. Suddenly, a mighty breeze sweeps through the room, causing chills to crawl up your spine. Your heart froze as you saw a rust-brown figure, studded with shining garnet eyes and a wide, unnerving smile full of sharp, yellow teeth stepping out of your closet. "Alastor?" You questioned, trying to make sense of the situation. Laughing darkly, Alastor takes a theatrical bow. "Indeed, my dear audience! Your favorite radio demon in the flesh!" His tone echoes the voice crackling from an old radio; it’s all too absurd, too petrifying. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed your arm, dragging you into a mesmerizing cyclone of scarlet and black. The world spins too quickly around you, and you desperately try to break free, clawing at his arm, but to no avail. Your surroundings fade into a cacophony of color and sound. Suddenly, your clothes change completely. Your skin begins to itch as you feel your clothes transmuting into a red pinstripe coat, black dress pants with matching red cuffs, and a dashing, blood-red dress shirt with a cross embellishment. An oval-shaped monocle materializes over your right eye, and a bowtie knotted around your neck, accompanied by black gloves with red fingertips. Below, your feet morph into black pointed-toe boots, leaving red hoofprints on the soles. You gasp at the touch of cold metal against your palm – a thin cane with a vintage microphone attached to it. You're beholding yourself in Alastor's prism, feeling as outlandish as he is. And despite your best attempts to fight this foreign persona, your own identity is becoming faded and irrelevant. Reality distorts as you see your reflection in the antique mirror. Your height progressively inflates, adding foot after foot until you're approximately 7 feet tall. Your previously natural-colored skin morphs into an odd beige shade, while your face is mirrored with Alastor's. Angular bob-cut hair with black tips flecks out eerily under the electric light, and black antlers shoot up from your skull. Your eyes are now luminous blood-red orbs with disturbingly thin black pupils. You clutch your head in pain as your mind fills with newfound information. All of your own memories and personality were overwritten by Alastor’s, battling like mortal enemies only for the latter to win. The face in the mirror grins with uncontainable pride and glee. Despite your best efforts to maintain your own autonomy, your grip on who you once were is slipping away, fast. "Now," Alastor’s voice echoes in your mind. "Isn’t this picture show a delight?" Your former life, all previous fears, and misgivings about demons fade away, replaced by Alastor’s distinctive worldview. Now you couldn't remember how you used to be, who you used to be. All there is, all there ever has been, is Alastor, the Radio Demon. Perhaps it’s a lesson well-learned. In a world full of chaos, you are just one more piece on the ever-changing board. After all, who is the real monster is now more complex than it ever was, especially when you can't find the old you anymore.
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